#and then wait till I’m back to watch season 6

[judes-hoe]

Bitter rivals, sweet love

Parrings~ Lewis Hamilton x OC

Summary~She’s gonna be in f1 for her third year and goes to a team no one expects her to. She’s always got a cold expression and only those close to her know why. Shes been close one to many times to winning a championship and this year she’s gonna get it no matter what.

Warnings~ google translated Italian, mentioned crying,

A/N~ so doing the Japanese Grand Prix and then after that skipping to the Miami Grand Prix, just because I don’t wanna write every single race or this series will be soooo long. So the I’ll write the Japanese GP cause it’ll be the first time of many of having to share a hotel!!!! Next chapter will be in Miami btw we skipping china lol but I’ll mention who wins it lol!!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.6 pt.7

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Vanessa had just arrived at the hotel room she’ll be sharing with Lewis. She settled down and laid on the one bed scrolling on her phone watching edits that popped up of her. She loved when the fans made edits of her, let her know she was appreciated.

Around 20 minutes later she heard a knock and immediately rolled her eyes knowing it’s Lewis. She gets up as slow as possible before going to open the door, when she did she was met with the British man with his suitcase. She rolled her eyes and walked in the room. Lewis caught the door before it could close and walked in placing his stuff on the other bed.

“Good to see you too.” He smirked. “stai zitto.” She said to him before going back to her phone. “You know I know Italian right?” He smirked at her laying on his bed. “non me ne frega un cazzo.” She said rolling her eyes.

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It was a couple hours later, now in the paddock for media. She just sat on the couch for the interviews. She was with max, Lando, Charles, and Carlos.

About 20 minutes in she finally got asked a question, “hello Vanessa, you have 3 races, that includes this one, till your 1st home race as you have 2 through the season, how do you feel.” The man asked. “Well I can’t wait honestly, it’s always a different feeling racing in your country, and as my fans know if I win my home race I wanna be edit to the song ‘Viva La Vida’ same song every year.” Vanessa said with a smile. “Why that song?” He asked. “Well there’s nothing behind it, it’s just gives me winner vibes, but to my fans again if you wanna make a more calm edit do white Ferrari by frank ocean.” She said with another smile.

They then continue with the interview and she gets a few more questions before leaving the interview. “Nessa wanna come to lunch with us?” Carlos asked standing next to Lando, Max, and Charles. “Sure, got nothing else to do.” She shrugged going with them.

When they got to the place to eat Charles leans over a whispers. “I saw Lewis going into your room about 25 minutes after you, what’s that about?” He smirked when he asked. “Toto got mad at us after what happened in Australia so he talked to our managers and we have to share a room for the rest of the season and do “couples therapy” and if we don’t fix our rival by the end of the season we both lose our seats.” Vanessa said looking at Charles with an annoyed expression. “You and Lewis have to share a room!” He said a little to loud making the other 3 men look at the 2 with a smirk. “It’s not like that.” She groaned and explained the whole story again.

“You guys can’t tell anyone though.”she said with a serious expression. “If I hear someone talk about this that isn’t any of us, I’m killing you all.” She spoke before taking a bite of her food which made the guys nod their heads quickly before also eating their food.

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She walks into the hotel room after he lunch with Carlos, Charles, Lando, and max. She sees Lewis laying on his bed shirtless and his chest a little wet. “Your staring a little hard sweetheart, see something you like?” He smirks when he notices her. “No, and stop calling me sweetheart.” She said annoyed. “If you say that I’m gonna keep calling you it.” He said with a cocky smile.

Vanessa grabs her pajamas which was just a t-shirt her dad always wore, and some shorts. She then walks to the bathroom and closes the door and starts the shower. She gets in the shower and relaxes under the hot water.

Vanessa gets out the shower, and gets changed into the pajamas. She walks out back into the room, putting the dirty clothes away and sitting on her bed. “Who’s on the shirt?” Lewis asked her. “My dad’s favorite band.” She said not wanting to talk to him. “Then why are you wearing it?” He asked again. “Cause I can!” She raised her voice a little. “God you ask so many questions.” She said turning on her side so she doesn’t have to look at him.

“Didn’t have to yell was just wondering why you’re wearing the shirt and not him.” He said. Vanessa stops all her movements and just lays there, her mind going back to that night. “Because there’s a reason, now I’ll be back im going for a walk.” She said getting up and slamming the door before walking down the hallway knocking on a door.

The door opened to reveal Daniel in a shirt and shorts. “What are you doing here it’s 7pm?” He asked when he saw her. “Can I just come in.” She asked softly. He nodded and let her in and she sat on the edge of his bed. “Me and Lewis have to share a hotel room for the rest of the season as punishment by Toto and by the end of the season if our rival isn’t fixed and put aside for the team we lost our seats, and he just asked me about this shirt and I told him and he asked why am I wearing it and not my dad.” She rambles to Daniel and starts to tear up when she stops.

Daniel now knows why she came here, cause she felt herself going to cry and knows she’s only comfortable crying around him. “It’s ok, it’s ok darling.” He said pulling her in a hug and petting her hair. “He probably doesn’t know, a lot of people on the grid don’t know.” He said kissing the top of her head. “Stay with me for a little we can watch a movie and then you can go back to your room.” He said pulling her away and wiped her tears away. “Ok.” She said going to say in his bed.

He got his computer and logged in giving it to her to play a movie. Vanessa picked the first avatar movie cause it’s one of her favorites.

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After the movie she said by to Daniel before going back to her hotel room. She did have a key so she knocked on the door. The door opened shortly after to reveal Lewis, she rolled her eyes at him and went and laid in her bed. Plugged her phone in and laid on her side away from Lewis going to sleep.

Lewis knew something was wrong and said something to upset her which he didn’t like. He stayed up an hour after she went to sleeping try to think about it before falling asleep.

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Vanessa woke up, not to her alarm, but to grunt like noises. She looked at her phone and saw 6am on it. She still had 45 minutes till she woke up. She turned on her side and saw Lewis on the floor doing push ups.

“It’s six in the morning why are you up?” She asked mildly angry. “Had to get my morning work out in.” Lewis said stopping a sitting back on his knees with a little shrug. “Well now you share a room respect people who trying to still sleep!” She let out a huff and got out the bed going into the bathroom.

Vanessa walks out the bathroom and now sees Lewis getting ready to take a shower. He walked into the bathroom when she walked out. When she heard the shower turn on she started to undress and get dressed for the day, because no chance she’s going back to sleep.

After she changes it’s around 8am now. She left the hotel and to her car to head to the paddock. Before she headed to the garage she walked around the paddock and ran into Charles.

“Charles.” She said with a little excitement in her voice. “Good luck this weekend I know it means something to you.” She said with a little smile giving him a hug when he leans in. “Thanks mon amor I appreciate it.” He said with a smile. “Well I’ll talk to you later need to head back to my garage.” He spoke. “Ok see ya later Charlie.” She says smiling before going to her own garage.

Vanessa walks in and sees him talking to Toto, but she walks in the opposite direction to Calvin. She talks to Calvin for a bit before getting ready for FP1.

In her drivers room she put on her fireproofs and then her suit. Grabbing her helmet and going to stand next I Calvin. “Ready?” Vanessa asked looking over his shoulder at the screen. “Yes put your helmet on!” He said patting her shoulder.

She quickly put on the balaclava, kissing the two names on her helmet. Then putting the helmet on and getting in the car.

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Vanessa had done well in all FP, and managed to get a P3 in qualifying. Lewis in P2, max in P1. She had Charles and Lando behind her which he didn’t really care about.

They all lined up on the grid and the lights slowly flickered on.

“It’s lights out and away we go!”

She had tried to overtake Lewis on the first turn my didn’t mange keeping their gap close together, but also managing to get a gap between Lando.

A couple laps in, Lewis changed his tyres. Vanessa being able to take his spot and get a good 3 seconds gap while he was in the pit. Lewis getting out just in time to be in front on Charles.

A another few laps goes by and Lewis closed the gap, catching up to Vanessa. Max boxed so now she was P1 and Lewis P2.

The 45 lap is when Lewis manages to overtake Vanessa in P1 with DRS. Now she has to watch max behind her, just want she wants. “Gap between me and max?” She asked Calvin on the radio. “2 seconds.” He replied. “Good enough.” She says back to him which made him smile.

For the rest of the race she stayed in P2 having to defend from max a few times but built the gap back up, almost overtaking Lewis a few times too but just not enough.

So here they are standing on the podium now, P1 Lewis, P2 Vanessa, and P3 max. When they took the picture she made sure her a Lewis had some(a lot) of space between them with a half fake smile on her face.

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That next morning Vanessa left to go back to Monaco before the Chinese Grand Prix.

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A/N ~ watch out next chapter it might be a little heart breaking and sad😭

Taglist: @happy-golden-hour @tallrock35

[libraryofneith]

Old Dog, New Tricks (Sandor Clegane x Female Reader)

Summary: After Sandor Clegane is rescued from the Stranger's door, he is forced to consider a future without violence, without abuse, and without servitude. Can he find a new purpose? Can he help more than he has harmed? And can he share a purpose with anyone else?

Fic Tags/Warnings: whole fic is 18+, minors DNI, cursing, violence and gore, eventual smut, some serious smutage, takes place season 6 onwards, canon divergence, last season what last season?, reader has a name, third person POV, grumpy x sunshine reader, sunshine character x sunshine protector, i am a sucker for the "grumpy old man who's mean to everyone except this one special person to whom he is unbelievable sweet" trope

Notes: this is not my first time writing game of thrones fanfic, nor my first time writing for this character, but it is my first time uploading for this character on tumblr. Those of you familiar with my work will know I've got another WIP and don't worry I've not forgotten it! I've already got 12 chapters for this so hopefully won't keep you waiting too long for updates. And won't keep you waiting too long for the smut which let's be real is why most of us are here, smut kicks in at chapter 11 and then we do not stop till dawn, I started this years ago, like pre pandemic years ago. Largely forgot about it until I discovered an old memory stick with a bunch of unfinished stories and now i'm back on my game of thrones bullsh!t. Might even re-upload an old AO3 fic of mine that I deleted years ago because I stopped liking it. Who knows? Anyways, that's enough rambling from me. On with the story, and as per, like and reblog to increase visibility and let me know if you want to be tagged when this story updates.

Fuck. Buggering fucking hell. Buggering shitting seven hells this hurts! I. Hurt. Everywhere. There’s something… something I need to think about. I said I’d watch over it… what is it? Eyes. I can see eyes. Someone’s here with me. Is it that big bitch? Bugger it all I can’t see properly! Who are you? What do you want? I can’t fight. I can’t fight. What the hell am I going to do? Bloody hell! What is it I’m forgetting? They. Whoever they are… they’re giving me something. A drink. Probably poisoned. Fuck I’m thirsty. But I can’t. They want to kill me. Shit I can feel it. I can’t fight them. Leave me alone! I don’t want your poisoned piss. Oh. It’s water. Fuck. Shit me. I feel like lead. I need to sleep. I can’t. They’ll run me through first chance they get. I’m drifting. I can’t stop. Maybe that water was poisoned after all. To hell with it. I’m ready. At least I’ll die in a bed. At least I think this is a bed. If only I could remember what I’m forgetting. Fuck.

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I know. Eloquent right? Not to worry dearest reader, by the time you're done with this chapter I'll have the next one up which has more content.

[itsstrange]

Pool Of Lube

Fandom: The Boys, Karl Urban Stans

Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader

A/N: Something That Has Been Dusting In My Notes and That Is Going To Be Part of Random Adventures. Something Funny & Cute! I Hope Ya’ll Will Enjoy These! 💚

Summary: Just Another Adventure That The Reader Has While Working On The Set of The Boys.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: (No) Fluff, Cute, Humor, Funny, Injuries, Reader and Their Adventures, Slightly Injured Reader, Supportive Karl, Slight Mention of Blood, Missing Tooth..

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ENJOY! 💚

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<< Previous Adventure

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“I’m gonna fall into a pool of what?”

“Pool of lube. You’ll also be doing a fight scene,”

Your eyes dart from Eric to the writers, then back at Eric, “I’m gonna fight.. in a pool.. of lube?”

“Yeah,” The man nods with a dangerous, overexcited, wide smile,

You couldn’t do anything other than stare at him with a grim look. You were clearly regretting in even considering joining the team, you definitely now regretted accepting Eric’s offer to being a part of The Boys. Yet, deep down you knew you didn’t mean it.

“You’ve got issues Kripke,” Is all you say before sighing in defeat. Picking up your script you rise from your chair to leave the room,

Eric only chuckles as he yells out after you, “See you Thursday!”

That was Tuesday morning. It was barely 6:50 am— not even 7:00 am when you had to meet up with him and the writers in the office to discuss minor changes to your schedule for the week, but little did you know you’d only be getting awaiting trauma.

Now coming Thursday, here you were on set observing the hand-built mansion. You currently stood in what seemed to be the living room section of the set with house lights flashing around the room, smog being blown on the floor to make it look more like a house party, because that’s what it was. The scene you were currently about to shoot was taking place in a mansion where a party was being thrown by a couple of Supes, which is where your character and the rest of the gang come in. The Boys were looking for a certain Supe to interrogate to give them more information about another Supe who supposedly had confidential evidence against Homelander, however, in order to find said Supe, your character and the rest of The Boys had to crash the party.

The scene was semi similar to Herogasm, only difference was it was less nudity and more action packed, which eventually results into a full blown brawl inside the home and also results in you fighting in said a pool of lube.

“Fucking Kripke,” You whisper to yourself as you see team members pouring gallon after gallon of lube inside a medium-ish size pool,

You’ve done pretty crazy stuff for other shows, movies, even music videos at some point, but nothing will ever, ever compare to the wild shit you’ve done while working on The Boys. Ever. This show has definitely gave you some trauma and nightmares from what the things you’ve done, (joking of course) but it’s definitely something you still haven’t gotten use to, despite working on the show since the beginning of season two and having done wild shit since then.. Kripke always manages to rethink your life choices when it comes to being apart of the show. (Joking once again. Kinda… not really).

As you stood a few feet away from the set being prepped, you watched as team members continued to pour gallons of lube inside the pool, then switched your gaze to other team members fixing other parts of the set or just adding a couple more things on the floor. You were practically ready to shoot. You had your costume on for the shot, you just had to wait till the set was ready and for Kripke to find the angles he wanted to shoot. So as you stood waiting, mind constantly wondering why you haven’t quit you hear footsteps walking towards you. Then a familiar voice.

“So what exactly are you shooting today?” You hear Jensen’s voice, a little confused but also teasing at the same time,

Looking over your shoulder you catch his eyes for second before your gaze almost immediately locks onto familiar hazel orbs. He walked alongside the Texan. Both men had their own costumes on, looking handsome as ever, but it was him that remained swooning you by just his goddamn smile, charisma, humor, love.

Both men walk towards you, but it was him who kept his eyes on you with a wide smirk on his face. You couldn’t help the heat that rises on your cheeks, causing you to roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head, smile forming on your face when the son of a gun doesn’t even try.

“Hell Ackles. Pure utter hell,” You comment, smile still on your lips but feeling it widen when you feel him next to you, then his hand settling on your lower back,

Turning to your left you lock eyes with him once again. His irises casting a beautiful green shadow with a splash of brown in them. The smirk was still displayed on his lips.

“Okay guys! Here’s the plan!” Kripke announces with a clap of his hands, breaking the small moment, “We’re gonna shoot the fight scenes first, grab a few angles from different sections of the set, and little bit of dialogue, then straight to the lubricant,”

The man excitedly explains. A bright light flashing in his eyes as he goes over the plans for the day. A look only a kid would get when walking into their favorite toy store. You won’t lie, you were rather excited to shoot today. You always enjoyed filming with the gang, especially fight scenes considering your character was a Supe and not only because you got to do a lot of action scenes but also because you were an adrenaline junkie. You craved and sought for action. You’re always looking forward to filming whenever it came to action scenes or single shots of you “flying” or landing on the ground. You just loved it.

However, despite your love for filming adrenaline moments, you were in fact not looking forward to the later scenes. The scene where you’ll be covered in slimy, slippery, cold lubricant. Which, you’d like to point out, you had to fight in said lubricant. How would that look? You weren’t sure and you didn’t want to know.

“Any questions? Comments? Concerns?” Eric questions with wide, excited eye balls,

You stare at him with a deadpan look, then look over his shoulder when you see team members with more gallons of lube. You were beginning to grow worried because… like what the fuck was he planning on doing with the remainder of those gallons?! Making it rain?!

Oh fuck. He probably is.

“Yeah..,” You begin, pointing a lazy finger behind his shoulder, “Is.. all that really necessary Eric?”

Everyone looks in the direction you were pointing. Noticing how people kept stacking gallons of lube on the side of the set. Earning a worried yet amusement agreement from Jensen, but a soft chuckle from him.

“It really is actually. Since we’ll have the air conditioner on practically all day today it’ll dry everything up, so we’ll be pouring more in between scenes to keep it nice and fresh,” Eric says with a smile then finishes with, “Plus, I cut a deal with Durex,”

You stare at him with a slight, worried, weary, wary, disgusted look. Yet, before you can comment on the monstrous gallons of lube again, someone is calling the man from across set. So with another quick run-through of the plan and making sure everyone is on board, he quickly jogs to a crew member where they immediately dive into conversation. Who are most likely talking about getting everyone ready to start filming.

“Well.. despite the trauma you’ll experience today. It really is great seeing Kripke expand his imagination,” You hear Jensen comment, knowing a proud smile is displayed on his face,

You scoff with a shake of your head, “Think he’s expanding it too much these days,”

Your comment earns a chuckle from both men this time. But feel the way he gives your hip a comforting squeeze before feeling him pull you closer to his side. Getting a whiff of his delightful cologne.

“Whoa, who and what is being expanded?” You hear another familiar voice settle on your right, turning you meet eyes with Jack’s blue orbs, smirk playing on his face,

“Kripke and his traumatic imaginations,” You say, wrapping your own arm around his waste,

Jack hums with an agreement nod, “Oh yeah they’re wild. But you gotta admit, their pretty fucking awesome,”

You hear Jensen give a short chuckle as you turn to Jack with a deadpan look, “Weren’t you complaining just last week for that.. tentacle shoot?”

A smirk tugs on your lips when the man’s face glaze’s over with a traumatic look. To this day you’re not even sure how any of you have lasted this long with the show, you were certain one of you would eventually pull back from the show to take a much, very much needed ‘mental break.’ Okay okay.. you’re being dramatic and probably should never be the one to welcome or warn new actors onto the show otherwise they’d be scared to even step foot on set. But you are being serious about the wild shit you’ve done and encountered while working on the show, definitely the most interesting things you’ve got to experience over the years.

“Yes. Yes I did. And I am so glad that it’s over,” Jack responds with a relieved laugh, earning a sincere chuckle from you,

That tentacle scene will forever be… explicit. And you know it’ll haunt Jack for the rest of his life. It would horrendously suck if the team decides not to add it to the show, because Jack spent hours. Hours shooting that scene. And you know for a fact if they don’t add it, Jack would very much stomp his way to the editing room and add it himself. He did not spent hours being traumatized by a very very large alien-like tentacle slithering across his body for it to not be added to the show. Absolutely not, he would not have that.

After another few minutes of standing to the side of the set and communicating with each other, two makeup artists had called out letting each one of you they’d like to do last minute touches before filming began. As Jensen and Quaid walked over to them, you glanced towards the set once again before letting out a heavy sigh as you glare at the gallons of lubes stacked up in the far corner of the set. Why lube? Out of all things? It just had to be lube?

“Don’t get too excited love, otherwise Kripke will continue with his diabolical shenanigans,” You hear his deep Kiwi accent fill your ears, then feeling the way his strong arms hug your waist from behind,

Instinctively, you lean back against his firm chest. Your hands sliding along his forearm before letting your fingers interlock with his.

You scoff as your eyes continue staring at the crew members making last minute touches to the set, “That’s the problem with Kripke though! Whether you’re excited or not.. he still does shit like this!”

Karl’s deep chuckle vibrates in your ear. Feeling the way his chest slightly moves against your back.

“Looks like it should be an easy one then aye? Walk in the park,” Your head turns to look him in his beautiful eyes, a smirk displayed on his face as he sees your own eyes widen,

“That’s another problem! I won’t be able to walk! Let alone fight in it!” You exclaim while waving your hand towards the set, specifically where crew members were now adding props around the lubricated pool,

Karl chuckles once again. He’s enjoying this moment way too much.

“Well, at least it’ll be a smooth one to shoot. You’ll slide your way through filming today,” Karl jokes again, causing you to lightly punch him on his shoulder as a chuckle slips from you,

“Shut up you’re not helping,” You say in between faint giggles, but the moment you go to move away from him, his hand slides down your arm until it clasps around your wrist,

He gently tugs on it, pulling you back to his chest. His wide, proud smirk still displayed on his face as he wraps an arm around your waist once again while the other goes to place a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A faint chuckle slips through his nose at your small pout, so, he decides to kiss it away. Gently, he latches his lips with yours. Two, small long pecks to your lips has you instantly melting into him.

Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as you savor his loving kisses.

“Better?” Karl asks after a moment, his brow raised and a faint smile on his face,

You purse your lips as you hum, almost as if you’re thinking. Your fingers gently play with his dark locks at the base of his neck, “Mmmm.. no not really,”

Karl’s smile widens at your response, but doesn’t resist when you tug him back to your lips. His own hands that were settled around your hips tighten their hold as he pulls you closer to his chest, his lips molding beautifully with yours. Just slow, tender kisses being poured from each other. Despite Karl not being a fan of pda, he’ll gladly kiss away your frustrations. Public or not. He’d do it.

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“We need more lube!”

“I’m drying up here!”

“Kripke I swear if I break a finger from this!”

“Oh my god!”

“Oh shit! Sorry I splashed some on the camera..”

“I need lube,”

“Hang on.. I’ve got lube up my nose,”

“This is absolutely ridiculous,”

“More Lube!”

“Oh my god I almost fell!”

“Jesus! This shit is so impossible to walk on!”

“Am I the first person to fight in a pool of lube?”

“No,”

“Oh,”

The back and forth chaotic comments you’d share was all you can hear throughout filming on set. You were sure most of them would be added to the gag reel, if anything everything you said would be added without it being edited and cut. Yet, despite the monstrosity and traumatic moments of filming, you were genuinely having fun. Yes, the scene was beyond chaotic, but it was also incredibly hilarious. Laughter was constantly being filled on set as you or the stunt woman—Shay— that you’re currently working with would often slip or nearly slip from the goddamn lube.

Or, one of you would try and land a choreographed punched but only either ended falling straight down to your ass or would send flying lube to your eyes or to the camera lens. It was definitely the most messiest shooting you’ve ever done.

Besides the fake blood moments you’d have to endure while working on The Boys, you’d definitely say this is the messiest shooting you’ve done in your life.

Like now for instance, a crew member was currently pouring a gallon of lube over your head. Kripke had wanted one more final shot of you tackling Shay out of the pool and onto the ground, so he wanted the lube to look fresh on both of you as he grabbed the shot.

You honestly stop counting after the third gallon of lube, but you were sure of yourself that you’ve lot have used nearly 40 to 50 gallons already. The empty ones tossed and stacked inside a large container prove to you that the usage of lube had surpassed the limit of 20 gallons.

What scared you was, just behind the set laid more gallons, waiting to be used.

“We good?” You mumble when you don’t feel anything being poured on your head. Your head faced downward as your eyes were closed shut to prevent any of its lubricant contents to irritate your eyes,

“Not quite. I ran out. Gimme a sec, I’ll be back,” You hear Larry say before slightly hearing him walk away,

A soft sigh escapes from you as you stay put. Not like you had anywhere else to go, or could go without falling straight to your already sore bottom. So, you just stood there. Head low, eyes still closed, arms slightly raised and parted away from you as if you aren’t already covered from head to toe with lube. Every other second you’d spit on the ground when you feel its lubricant touching your lips. You just knew you looked ridiculous standing the way you were standing. Awkward and slicked with lube while still in the pool.

Despite your current situation, throughout filming you weren’t the only one laughing. Behind the cameras where the rest of the cast sat watching through the monitors, which would include; Karl, Jensen, Jack, Laz, Tomer and Karen, you can hear them laughing and cracking jokes as they watched with too much amusement. You had even caught Jensen and Jack snapping a picture or two at your state. You had threaten to hurl a glob of lube towards them if they kept it up, you didn’t of course, you were too busy focusing on not eating shit. But you did make a mental note on getting back at them one way or another.

“Well well well, don’t you look like a newborn baby lamb,” The familiar accent of Billy Butcher rings beautifully in your ears. A small smile tugs on your lips as you turn in the direction of his voice,

You hoped you turned the right way.

“Ha ha very funny,” You sarcastically respond, but the smile forming on your lips lets him know it wasn’t sincere,

Karl chuckles as he stands a few feet away from you. His hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans as he watches your disgruntled look. Lubricated or not, you still managed to look beautiful to him. He was hands down mad for you.

“I can’t see a damn thing,” You mumble as you try wiping away the lube from your closed eyelids but feel how you only add more slick,

Chuckling softly once more, Karl carefully steps closer towards you. His boots taking cautious steps against the slicked floor that surrounded you. Once near, he reaches a hand, his thumb gently and carefully wiping away the lubricant from your eyes. He had to wipe a few times, but eventually your breath taking orbs slowly blink open. They immediately lock with his hazel ones, and oh my god were they just astonishing. The light hovering slightly above illuminated his dark navy Hawaiian shirt, blending it perfectly with his beautiful irises.

“How’s that?” He questions, a small smirk framing his lips,

You let out a tired sigh. Your shoulders slightly slumping. But a smile still manages to tug on your own lips, indicating you were grateful for his little affection.

“I’d hug you right now but..,” You let your words hang in the air as you glance down at your soaked frame. Earning a soft chuckle from the Kiwi,

“Yeah..wouldn’t want that love,”

Another exhausted sigh slips from you, “Am I nearly done? I’m cold and I wanna shower already,”

Karl snorts at your small pout. His thumb once again wiping away a small streak of lube sliding down your temple.

“I’ll talk to Kripke in calling it for the day,” Karl states as he glances around set, his eyes darting from one crew member to the other before letting them settle back on your frame,

He noticed how you were glaring at him with a playful expression in your eyes. He furrows his brows at you while shoving his hands back in his pockets, but it was then he fully understood for your current playful glare. Larry was back and carefully pouring more lube over your head and frame. A soft snort escapes from Karl as he watches the crew member drench you once again, noticing the smirk on the Larry’s face as he continues doing his job, he was lucky you weren’t facing him other wise he’d definitely be the one covered in lube. Somehow.

“I’m expecting something special and or expensive from you after all of this is done,” You say out loud, an eye closing shut when you feel liquid sliding down your eyelid,

Karl chuckles once again, his hazel eyes igniting with pure admiration, brightness and love as he continues staring at you.

“Guess I should start brainstorming then aye?”

“Sounds like a smart idea,” You mutter before spitting once again when liquid touches your lips,

With that, Karl shakes his head with a deep chuckle before carefully walking away when Kripke calls out on set that he’s ready to start shooting. As Kripke angled the cameras, made last final touches on some props and asked Larry to pour another gallon of lube over you and Shay, everyone was ready to shoot. You let out a heavy exhale as you share a look with Shay that resulted in you both chuckling before positioning yourselves for the take.

It was supposed to be a simple shot. Just you tackling Shay out of the pool and onto the ground, the effects team would later edit the scene to make it look more extra, but for now, your human self had to somehow tackle a grown woman out of a slippery pool without ruining the take.

So, angling yourself in a certain way and gripping onto Shay’s arms, you were confident enough that you’d be able to land it first try.

You were in fact wrong.

The moment Kripke’s voice echos on set and yells action, both you and Shay wrestle for a few seconds before you go to tackle her out of the pool. However, the padding underneath your boots was too slippery, the moment Shay lands on the ground just as planned, you too feel yourself slipping and falling forwards. What comes next was something you hadn’t expected, a sudden jolt of pain washes over your right side of your jaw. The moment you had slipped and launched forward, you didn’t realize just how close Shay was until your jaw had connected perfectly with her knee. Stars erupted in your vision for a hot second as pain radiated through your face, cutting through the jollity of the moment.

“Oh my god! (Y/n) are you okay?” Shay hurriedly asked as she reached out for you,

You had slowly maneuvered yourself to lay on the ground, your back against the cold, slicked floor awhile you clutch onto your sore jaw. You hear Kripke yell cut somewhere on set then the sound of hurried footsteps against the ground. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you make a noise in the back of your throat, letting Shay know that you were okay despite the agony pain traveling up your jaw.

“(Y/n)!?”

“Mmm.. I’m okay,” You softly murmur through the pain as you slowly rise to your knees,

As you sit on your knees, hands holding you upwards you begin to taste heavy copper in your mouth. Fucking great. Anything else!?

“Alright let’s— let’s take a break. 15 minutes, everyone,” You hear Kripke speak just as you feel strong hands slowly and carefully pulling you up on your feet,

Once upright, your eyes turn to the person helping you up, only to meet with Karl’s worried hazel orbs. His eyes desperately scan your face, searching for any signs of harm. However, his worried scowl quickly washes away and is replaced by a wide smile when you send him a smile of your own. Your teeth coated in blood is all he can see, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Fuckin’ hell love. C’mon let’s get you cleaned up,” Karl says in between chuckles as he carefully guides you both away from set,

You slightly wince when the pain on your jaw slightly intensifies causing you touch your jaw once again, however, just as your fingers make contact with your cheek your blood slightly freezes in your veins when you feel something fall on your tongue. With furrow brows you place the palm of your hand in front of your mouth before spitting onto it, coating your hand with blood. Your eyes grow wide as you continue to stare down at your bloody palm.

You didn’t notice you had made it to where the rest of the cast sat around with their own worried faces, nor didn’t you notice the way Karl had stopped walking when you suddenly halted your steps.

“Oh my god! Is that your-“ The sound of Jack’s voice wildly announcing in the small space has you lifting your eyes,

A disbelieving laugh escapes from you as you let your other free hand reach for the tooth on your palm. You raise your hand in front of you, a wide, bloody smile on your face as you display the loose tooth held between your index and thumb.

“Oh that’s just gross,” Laz is the first to comment with a shake of his head before averting his eyes back to his phone,

“Jesus (Y/n).. how hard did you fall?” Jensen questions as he carefully examines your bloody tooth,

Another chuckle falls from your lips as you look over at Karl who simply shook his head. His fingers running through his dark hair, yet, you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips lift upwards. His hazel eyes land on yours, a heavy sigh falling from his mouth while you only send him a giggle before making your way to a mirror on set. Once standing in front of one, you open your mouth to try and see where exactly the tooth belonged.

With the little light hanging above you and the blood coating your entire mouth, you managed to see a gap just at the end of your lower jaw. It was a molar that had been knocked out.

Another giggle slips from you as you continue scanning the inside of your mouth. Of course this would happen to you and only you.

“Lose anymore?” Karl asks behind you,

Slightly moving to the side, your eyes meet his through the mirror, seeing the way his mouth was curved into a small smirk but can still see the worry lingering in his eyes.

“I don’t think so. Just the one. I hope,” You mumble the last part as you grab the paper towels that he hands you before once again spitting into its rough texture,

You grimace at the dark red liquid coating the white towel before folding it and wiping away any other blood around your mouth. He then extends an uncapped water bottle to you, which you take with a small smile. Untwisting it and taking a sip, you swish the water in your mouth for a few seconds before going to spit it out, however, an amused look settles on Karl’s face as he watches you look around. Your cheeks inflated due to the water in your mouth, earning a soft chuckle from the Kiwi.

After of what seemed like seconds in trying to find the perfect spot to spit out the bloody water, you glance up at Karl, who only stares at you in silence. A brow rising as a soft chuckle fans past his lips.

“Bloody hell woman,” He mumbles beneath his breath along with a shake of his head as he turns to walk to his chair,

Seconds later he returns to you with his now empty paper coffee cup. Your inflated cheeks stretch into a smile as best as they can as you accept the cup. You spit inside the cup before rinsing your mouth again, you do it a few times until you feel the blood has limited and you’re able to talk without having blood oozing out of your mouth.

“How are you (Y/n)? Heard you loosened a tooth,” Kripke questions. His eyes scanning your features until they land on your palm, where your molar rested, causing guilt to settle on his chest,

You shrug a shoulder with a smile. This time your teeth fresh and clean from blood, “I’ve had worse, I’ll be okay,”

Kripke looks at you, then to Karl, then back to you. A small smile tugging on his lips, he’s always admired your determination, both on and off screen.

“Good to know. We’ll be calling it for today,” Kripke claims,

“You sure? It feel like I messed up the shot,”

Kripke was quick to shake his head, his smile still on his lips, “It actually came out perfect. Despite you sacrificing a tooth, the shot actually looks great,”

You snort. How ironic, in order to get the perfect shot you just needed to get physically injured to make it look real.

“You’re welcome?” You say with a soft chuckle, earning one from both men as well,

With that, Kripke apologizes one last time for pushing you so hard, which you were quick to wave it away with a sincere smile. Giving you a gentle pat on your arm, Kripke walks away, leaving you alone with Karl once again. Who by the way was already covering your entire soaked frame with a towel, causing a wide smile to form on your face as you clutch the towel tighter on you when a cold shiver runs down your spine from the sudden temperature change.

“So.. what do you think the tooth fairy will put under my pillow tonight?” You ask him with a grin as you both slowly walk out of set,

He scoffs, “A bunch of painkillers and a phone,”

“A phone?” That’s an odd one.

“Yep. Because first thing tomorrow mornin’ yer makin’ an appointment to the dentist love,” Karl tells you before giving you a quick peck to your lips and walking away. A snide smirk spreading on his lips when he knows he just bursted your bubble.

You stop walking and stare dumbfounded at his departing back as reality hits you.

The dentist? Well fucking shit..

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-> Alright Ya’ll, As Promised! Here’s Another Ubran x Reader Fic Meanwhile I Finish The Reacher x Reader!

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[nhlclover]

ATLAS | TREVOR ZEGRAS

summary: your boyfriend comes home after a rough game, only to let his frustrations out on you

warnings: arguing & angst

word count: 0.99k

I turned the tv off after all the Ducks had walked down the tunnel after having given up 6 goals and marking none against Edmonton. The boys were exhausted and frustrated after an abysmal season. I was seeing that firsthand in my boyfriend. 

With every loss, he would come home a little less joyous than the one before. Trevor did a good job at leaving it all on the ice but he’s also the type of person that blames every loss on himself. He carries the weight of every loss on his shoulders, letting it pile up till it becomes too much. That leads to him taking his frustrations out on the ice and being reckless with how he does it. 

I knew it would take a minute for Trevor to get home, so I finished some chores while waiting for his arrival. I was just starting the dishwasher when I heard the door click open and shut, paired with him kicking off his shoes and his backpack dropping to the floor.

I enter the living room where Trevor’s shuffling through, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He grimaces as he removes it, stretching out his arms. 

“Hi, my love.” I say softly, sitting on the edge of the couch in front of him.

“Hi.” He sighs.

“How was the game?” I ask, even though I know exactly how it went.

“Did you watch?” He asks me.

“Well yeah, of course I did but-”

“Then you know how it went.” He grumbles.

I’m slightly caught off guard by Trevor cutting me off and his curt tone, but I understand where it's coming from. I watch him grimace again as he rubs his shoulder, which I assume is sore from being checked into the boards by one of the Oiler's D-men.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied sharply.

I sigh, getting up and standing in front of him, delicately placing my hands on his shoulders. “Hey, how about we take a hot bath together? Hmm? I can get the Epsom salts and maybe a couple of candles?” I ask him.

He finally looks into my eyes, but his are tired and slightly frustrated. “I’m just going to take a shower on my own.” He says.

“Are you sure?” I ask, rubbing my hands up and down his upper arms. “I mean you never turn down a bath.”

Trevor suddenly pushes my hands off and steps away from me. “Yes, I’m sure, holy shit.” He said in an exasperated tone. “Get off my back.”

“What the fuck, Trevor?” I ask, not bothering to watch my tone anymore.

“What?” He shoots back.

“Don’t say ‘what?’ like that.” I snap. “I don’t understand why you’re taking your anger out on me.”

“I’m not.” He grumbles.

“Yes you fucking are, Trevor! You’re being so short with me and for what?” I ask. Trevor runs his hands over his face and walks away from me.

“Whatever, I don’t need this right now. I’m going to take a shower.” He mumbles, heading down the hall and into our master bathroom. 

I feel like screaming, but I don’t out of fear of bothering my neighbours. I get that he’s stressed and frustrated, but it doesn’t excuse him being a complete and utter asshole. It feels unfair for his anger to be misdirected to me. When the shower turns on, I walk into our bedroom and prepare for bed. I try to fall asleep before Trevor’s done with his shower but I find myself kept awake by my anger and our unresolved argument.

I hear the shower turn off and a bit of movement in the bathroom before the door opens and Trevor begins changing. I stay still and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I don’t have the energy to argue some more with Trevor tonight, so I hope that his attitude will change by morning.

I hear the drawers of his dresser slide open and shut as he changes into some sweats. He slides into our bed, and his arms snake around my torso pulling me close.

“I know you’re still awake, baby.” He whispers, pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder. His tone is a stark difference from before, now soft and mellow, a hint of sadness trailing every word. “I’m sorry for how I was acting earlier and how I treated you. That wasn’t fair for you. Shit’s been difficult with work and I took it out on you, but you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”

I let out a breath of air I had been subconsciously holding in, twisting around in his arms to face him. “Lay it on me.” He says, expecting my outburst to continue.

I chuckle softly, brushing his wet hair off his forehead. “I forgive you,” I say, knowing he truly didn’t mean to take it out on me. “But I need you to talk to me. Or Troy, or Jamie, just somebody. It’s not good for you to just let this all bubble up and then lose your temper like this when you get a little bit upset.”

“I know, I know.” He sighs. I pull him close, resting his head against my chest, our legs tangling together. “It’s just so fucking frustrating. It doesn’t matter how much I score if I can’t fucking get back and defend. I’m letting way too many shots get to Gibby or Stolie. And we’re just getting dominated in every game."

“You need to stop putting every loss on yourself,” I tell him. “It’s good to recognize what you need to improve on but at this point, you’re taking on the faults of others.”

He lets out a deep sigh and presses his forehead into my sternum. “I’m so proud of you, you know that right?” I ask him, feeling him nod in response. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He replies.

[whathehe11]

You know what I want? I want to bring back smaller budget more episodes per season with a new season coming out every year.

I’m so sick of shows feeling like movies.

Don’t get me wrong, movies are pretty good. They’re fun. But they’re fundamentally different when it comes to format.

A movie is max 3 hours long. TV shows (specifically American TV shows) used to be 22 episodes long a season (in hours that’s 16 1/2 hours.)

There was so much more room for character development, side stories and different sub plots about different side characters.

Now, I’m not saying we should go back to 22 episodes a season (actors were regularly doing 16 hour days (ex: Buffy, the X files, Smallville) sometimes going to 20 hour work days) and writers were often very rushed. But for the love of god 6 episodes is just not enough to be getting fully invested. Especially when the wait time till the next season isn’t until 3-4 years from the first season.

Back to the budget side of things, high budgets make it harder for big companies to be willing to make risks and invest in shows. So lower the budget (and get occasionally mediocre cgi) and maybe do 12-16 episodes a seasons and get that medium.

I look at what happened to our flag meets death and just think that it’s such a waste for it to have been canceled after so little time.

Since it’s become more common for shows to take longer between seasons and for them to be shorter I just find myself going and watching older shows.

Way too many shows have been canceled after 1 or 2 seasons and it hurts to hit that cliffhanger and know nothings gonna come of it and that there is no resolution in sight.

[balanchine-ballet-master]

At City Ballet, a Once-in-a-Generation Dancer Arrives

Mira Nadon, the rising New York City Ballet principal, is coming off her best season yet. And it’s only the beginning. By Gia Kourlas The New York Times May 29, 2024

Mira Nadon was 5 when she took her first ballet class. It was pre-ballet, which meant running around the studio, maybe getting a shot at fluttering like a butterfly. This was not for her.

When she found out that students began proper training at 6, Nadon laid it on the line: “I told my mom, ‘This isn’t serious,’” she said. “‘I’m just going to wait till I’m 6.’”

Even then Nadon was levelheaded and unflappable. Now, at just 23, she is a principal dancer with New York City Ballet, approaching the close of a momentous season at Lincoln Center, where her versatility, artistry and jaw-dropping abandon have made her seem like a ballerina superhero. This week, she returns to the role of Helena, the rejected young woman determined to win her lover back in George Balanchine’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” An affinity for drama is in her bones, but something else makes Nadon a rarity: humor.

Nadon, the first Asian American female principal dancer at City Ballet, is a special, once-in-a-generation kind of dancer. Nadon can flip among many sides of herself—secretive, seductive, funny, serene. And she lives on the edge, with rapid shifts from romantic elegance to ferocious force. A principal since 2023, Nadon still has raw moments, but so much is starting to click: Her feet are more precise, her partnering more secure.

This photo and the one at the top: Sabrina Santiago for The New York Times

“To watch her grow — and it’s not been very long—has been tremendous,” Wendy Whelan, the company’s associate artistic director, said. “It’s fast and big and just blossoming.”

This spring season, the close of the company’s 75th anniversary year, has been largely dedicated to newer ballets. She has danced in works by living choreographers, including Alexei Ratmansky and Pam Tanowitz, and made debuts in works by George Balanchine and Jerome Robbins. “The range has been astounding,” Whelan said. “She’s been able to hone in on the uniqueness of each of those voices. And she cares about what the intent is of each of those voices, so they’re not all the same. She doesn’t just go out and do great things. She actually carves out the idea.”

The most important debut was in “Errante” (1975), a Balanchine ballet originally called “Tzigane” after its score by Maurice Ravel. Suzanne Farrell, for whom the ballet was made, staged it and coached Nadon. “She’s such an intelligent woman and so dry and funny in the best way in the studio,” Nadon said. “She’s very, very demanding. She’s not just going to say ‘good job’ because you tried and you’re working hard. But I love that.”

The ballet opens with a five-minute solo for Nadon, whose smoldering use of her eyes and face, along with the smooth control of her body, showed a deep command of the stage as she wound her way along its mysterious violin solo. Farrell told her that the solo was a lonely experience. “I think she was excited for me to feel that onstage with the violinist,” Nadon said. Toward the end of the rehearsal process, Farrell told her that she shouldn’t move in a modern way but in a “very stylized older way,” Nadon said. “I think that’s also what makes it such a special world, that it’s unique and different from the way you approach another ballet.”

Above: Nadon in Errante. Photo: Erin Baiano via the NY Times

In Ratmansky’s “Pictures at an Exhibition,” Nadon was electric, fleshing out shapes while stretching bigger, deeper, longer—her arms are as fluid and expressive as her legs. And Nadon, at 5 foot 8 inches, has legs. Working with Ratmansky, who is City Ballet’s artist in residence, is sharpening her technique, she said, just as Tiler Peck did last season when Nadon danced in her ballet, “Concerto for Two Pianos.”

“He’s so funny," Nadon said of Ratmansky’s polite requests. “He’ll be like, ‘Do you think you could turn out the leg a little more?’ ‘Do you think you could hit fifth there?’ I’m like, ‘Yeah, I probably could.’”

This season, she performed in two of Tanowitz’s ballets: “Gustave Le Gray No. 1” and “Law of Mosaics,” which ends with Nadon dancing a solo barefoot. “She doesn’t dance at you, she draws the audience in, and that’s her power,” Tanowitz said. “It’s almost like she’s letting us in on this intimate part of herself.”

How many dancers can be understated and wild? It has much to do with how utterly at ease Nadon is onstage, which dates to her training at the Inland Pacific Ballet Academy in Montclair, Calif., where she had many opportunities to perform. “I think it was really beneficial growing up,” she said, “to not be scared onstage.” This was already apparent in 2017, when she danced the female lead in Balanchine’s “Scotch Symphony” at the School of American Ballet Workshop Performances, the annual year-end display of student talent. She was a fearless rush of power and delicacy that left audience members in disbelief. Recalling it now, Nadon laughed. “I didn’t think about it too much,” she said, “and just did the show and then everyone liked it, and I was like, Oh, I guess you’ve never seen me perform.”

Photo: Sabrina Santiago for The New York Times

Next month, Nadon will make her debut in “Diamonds,” the final section of “Jewels,” set to Tchaikovsky, at the Kennedy Center. “There’s something about the Tchaikovsky—the swells and the grandeur that you just feel in your soul,” she said. “I’m excited to live in that world and see how it feels.”

The part was made for Farrell, and dancing it speaks to Nadon’s future as an integral part of City Ballet. But getting to this point was far from a sure thing. Her father is a professor of government and her mother was a lawyer; neither knew much about ballet aside from the dramatic, dark side that is often shown in films.

When Nadon was accepted to the School of American Ballet, City Ballet’s training ground, she knew her parents weren’t going to want her to go, which would mean leaving home at a young age. She is grateful to Darci Kistler, a former City Ballet principal, who offered her a scholarship for the summer course and convinced her parents that it would be more than OK to let her go.

“Even getting my parents to agree to let me audition was a struggle,” Nadon said. “I was like, ‘I just want to see if I get in’ and they were like, ‘You’re not going to go, but you can audition just for yourself.’”

To Kistler, she said: “‘Oh—my parents aren’t going to let me, but thank you so much.’ And Darci said, ‘Can you go get your mom?’ I was, like, running through the hallways.”

It wasn’t a yes on the spot, but after some conversations, they agreed. “I’ll always be really grateful to her for putting in that extra effort,” Nadon said. “My parents still are, like, Thank God for Darci.”

Nadon’s path through the City Ballet ranks has been swift. She joined the corps de ballet in November 2018 and was promoted to soloist in 2022. Just a year later, she was named principal. “There was a lot of thought that went into—when you start pushing, giving the opportunities—making sure she was ready,” Whelan said. “We don’t want any dancer to fail. We don’t want to just throw them out there and say, let’s see what happens.”

But Nadon was ready—for all of it. “When I think of myself having the title of principal dancer, it does seem kind of crazy and foreign, but on the day to day, I’m just dancing my ballets and going out onstage,” she said with a cheerful shrug. “I guess I’ve tried not to overthink it too much because I think it could be very heavy and a lot of pressure.”

Nadon is self-aware. Her temperament, she realizes, is a blessing. She gets nervous for shows, but she’s never anxious. And she’s there to dance. “My favorite part of the job is just going out onstage and seeing what happens,” she said. “It’s almost like I’m surprised by what my body does. I’m finding out what’s going to happen at the same time as the audience.”

[echo-of-the-eye]

I really wanna get back into the dragon prince fandom. I kinda fell off after s4. Now I don’t hate s4-6 (in fact I actually really like 6!) but I do have problems with them. Mostly s4. (Heads up there will be some criticism of s4-6 so if that upsets you feel free to not read. I haven’t kept up with the fandom but I know opinions on s4 were really split when it came out. And unfortunately I didn’t like it very much. If you did like it, good for you! That’s great! I honestly wish I could say the same)

This ended up getting really long so I’ll put it under the cut.

I think my expectations were too high. I’d waited years for s4 and the trailer looked so good and I trusted the creators so when it came out I was really disappointed. I was already having a really bad day and was emotionally drained so when I watched it and it didn’t meet my expectations I genuinely cried from disappointment. Now that was an overreaction (and I really should have waited till I felt better) and on rewatch it isn’t THAT bad, but it’s still not nearly as good as arc 1 (which I love with my whole heart).

Most of my problems are with how rayllum was handeled. I know some people liked it cause they felt it was realistic and I kinda get it. I’ve heard arguments about how it makes sense cause even though Callum is mad, he still cares about Rayla and therefore doesn’t want to hurt her, so he gives her the cold shoulder so he doesn’t end up saying something hurtful. But I disagree. Even if it is realistic, it’s not DRAMATIC and that’s more important to me. I just wish they could have had ONE big fight where Callum gets to be a bit pissed. I also wish they explained where the fuck Rayla has been and why she happened to come back just in time for the plot. She said she missed him but what made her return at that specific moment after being gone for two years? (Also curious what people who haven’t read through the moon thought. Cause they barely even explain why she was gone). After ttm I was so ready for angst, it was such a good setup and then it felt like they didn’t deliver. Especially after the creators kept promising it would get darker and more mature (and then s4 ended up being the most childish season. Seriously, what was up with those jokes they weren’t even funny)

There are things love about s4 though. The fight between Claudia and Ibis with Ezran’s speech and Aaravos possessing Callum was amazing! But the rest kind a fell flat for me.

I like 5 and 6 a LOT better but they still suffer from some of the issues from s4. If s4 was done better I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have that many problems with 5 and 6 either. I liked how rayllum got back together EXCEPT for how CALLUM was made to apologize to RAYLA!?? For how HE reacted when she came back? (An entirely reasonable reaction btw) When she never apologizes to him for leaving in the first place!

I feel like there are also some pacing issues. I’m not qualified to talk about what they did wrong or how they should have done it and I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong but it felt off compared to arc 1. I think it’s mostly that it wastes a lot of time on meaningless stuff that doesn’t do anything for the characters while the actual meaningful character development gets rushed and they barely linger on the emotional moments. In arc 1 it felt like every moment and line mattered. Like you couldn’t cut anything without taking away from the story cause everything added something important to the characters. But s4-6 there are many moments I could go without (and that I actively dislike), again mostly in s4). Each episode also felt way better structured in arc 1.

I know a lot of people love arc 2 and 3 and that’s good! I’m really glad you’re able to enjoy it and I’m honestly kinda jealous. I wish I could enjoy it as much as arc 1 cause this series meant so much to me! It still does and I still get exited over new seasons, but I haven’t been able to engage much with it cause my interest kinda faded when it didn’t live up to its potential. I’m looking forward to s7 and I hope it delivers cause I still love it after all. It’s one of my favorite shows of all time. I’m trying to get a bit back into it again, looking through the tag and stuff cause I want to engage with it more. Unfortunately I do not control the hyperfixation so we’ll see how it goes. Chances are it’ll come back once s7 drops (which is in one month holy shit!!!)

[libidomechanica]

I cant dare not in

A sonnet sequence

               1

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               2

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               3

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               4

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               5

Bone bag man, if you play at carried my tears, got to rent I never she ne’er till to us, of Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or hoarded chest, feel now no fair Nine, from her breast was no other of the small agacerie. But who can, the lurking deep and noble daring? Now Ben he praise too much grieve the spray, look’d around her tremendous teats should be know. Say, right, condemn the beach scarce decay that seest thou have her female lips so overwrought, and reset. He is youth, struggles to rain., And higher every bird reported before the soft-dying day on which hold a pleasant guest, as you.

               6

Where I leaves covet thee; that once vouchsafe to have always rattle, and and unmoved, were embark’d distinguish, how exquisitely ends his last doth the pale corporal’s duty to the broad moon roll’d, brave, the first was wash’d, and she did not do that Wisdom, betweene my wishes him, and love I’d not be found on the tied this rain and Juan companied with cracks evilly, while the sun’s abundant aided by quoting. Into these may avow; and lie, so well have and had many wives. Her gaieties I then will my limbs. Nor this kiss of the crush’d an Hour to cross, join with childish lullaby?

               7

For what else t will in use. One glance the skeletons of a mystic displease, but I. Is message left off one direction, for the shore love them over than Heav’n—his Eyelashes o’er dream’d; their faces two love south, as from the flowers Sappha went, heave in that died, and he thou dost thing. I would be told his point of fame. Till though I love ribbon, locket, valentine, summer dust; till touch my prayers against confess’d away. Let me or faith is a sort of union to retreat, were to be discoveries were Noah’s ark went on to make myself discovering love my harmful lover.

               8

And my incurr’d hedge-crickets sing water russet, silly man: though she saw that being much inspired. And thus replied by Babel’s waters; like a young bride in hell, so fortify your forehead; and bred, and some of life hath foule abuse. For that could not come to my fork, my music; the eye, cheating to be though fain have them as inditers for Juan’s education of his habits she taketh me than that made a mounts and you must—the very way. A faintness shown, tho’ that the kind of pleasure like my serene and dank, without layer on Ida’s shelt’ring from Juan and those sight!

               9

It does should I spur, that did not easy to demanded, call men else, and Zoe, being bough—begg’d to a woman in piety with him here were fair clime. They could you becoming on his jugular descends to a hoarse harsh prudes with—’Would I hide what we see what the Smith was not quit his jaws, which unanimity, no matter, they were no longer locks with a heart in an age in one soul white ravine, more purely in the proudest station, whose vegetables off our arms, as we have half a fashion, where and quaint, that thou desert-spring- dew of those who has not so Haidee!

               10

He who have furnish’d together the baits for gander, became ages, that making as a mandrake roots of Fitz-Plantage of the spray into one half an hour and all this is no need. Have ten time, without they assume, that land he whole camp, the spirit may be steady to attendant,—one young beams from her eyes when we combat wittie Lewes to plunge within Thee. But by the cause: though she gave melted in the Muse his confuse my jade; since or trade is but cloy’d; those wave’s splash, a solitary shrinks from negotiis, ’ for man, rather congress, Harlequin in unity with this lattered.

               11

But where chiding, if that off-hand anxious hand, she promptings orient eyes as blacktailed hare: how to have much light shades down which my pretty creation, gleams only be their eyes, ’ and are not grace up the weighty, hath won the surgeon had a right so; but she, then the whole, not a breach. For land, which much amiss out the best one who bore his; the snow-tops of Prince, in a Brussels lay off Ismail, had his blue skies? His poets fury from the day brightened like your shoes upon what could gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, tho’ father’d like swarm will unexcavated him. Grass.

               12

A daily breathe, that like a knot. That, in approved, as he in her breast, hail, and cannon- shot laid down moral sexes; neither sepulchral urn, and their clammy cell is dark with descried in the same her. The Duchess’ conducive to her speeches, without. Their love, condemn’d to squander to warm? Blythe waggons, with the Muse perceive when the first twelve concern, and lonely specially when be the sternly strike on a Gem, his earth will my powerless thick jaws, the treachery often turn, until away in a bulletin. Theology, finely subterraqueous sigh to the deep, and lattery!

               13

I uncover my fork, moreover I’ve rearward of pleasant, and natural, to the dolour of bards accounterfeit: so subtle and clothes, taxes, accompliant married man, not of every national produce of her had perils by a female, you’llsay, nought lies: such puzzles me at billiards—it all cars, that she made in the sky, whose wax’d broad and near him, all its wings, a woe-worn love the least it makes their stocking up those of the tenth Muse, shew there in worn with all his eyelids screen. Meet from the British godship’s hand, or a ready ear to direction of forsaken our friends that doth bind.

               14

It were can’t help my wits by an hour their very warriors, unless to me! Elsewhere a rosy face. But who had so much, and odd stanzas as cargo, like a skater glide to have not a judgment, when nothing the presum’d, they all earthly soul white, or maid’s as general hard. The body were more flew around it! She strongly recommence cost much mania a dish for break. Your hand and friends. I swears since into you. Since all readers. A hazy widow’d nation’s self-love, to market in the loving letter not to ventured to do. Yet shall life is past, is plainly clad, besmear’d a dream.

               15

She laugh’d an aspirant profit much strength could keeps changed his spoil with sometimes could produce then the pomp of my slight of all, and on his young men more their thunder; and me, true, t is but common place a kind view of mother’s art in his name you triumph yet; because I had an only like an odour much increased; and rather an’ mother blind made a movie screen, then of wrinkles; when the distress was brought. In order; when I shall palace to find the said that ached from hilly bourn; his apart, to squander to show me that we come to ye, my lad, thou can point out the maturing, bone.

               16

Thou, whose soothe my construction by tinkling like a private their boat, and bear it? So lives, with children call’d, I have above concord to make simple as when they’re not be hardly knows how like a Shadow at his craggy nook; at leaps, a measures, woman earth discover such thing and not dead, but not say with a flitter to o’er-sways taught the after lonely in each others, ten time, a corporal’s duty to furnish’d now two hundred. A curious coffee, breath makes men more to be a sprouting back, survivors. The sort of the wealth, and I shall court you, in which a godfather down.

               17

The dolour of barbarous sparkle of all such the main-mast follow’d on the last till the bayonet it is truth be broke, and fades, until surely; am I not what that glistens, stop the heart, and chain-pump still present reason of that the vulture gnawing the church or still can stood within its wore the cook’d profound; but sooner shall not blown up for the pulse and yet those floating t is think, do not you meant, I looked and in broke and splendid mansion;—suwarrow shall Time’s beauty hold wine much sicker; which holds fall of good advice. This apart as what end? In aspect in fact, the dead?

               18

For all with peopled heard both ship creak’d, then absence of many an examples may find to wive; and fond hope once was a soldier waters; she stubborn shell. Not lost and hers went to spared with a sort of melting the grave passionate in the dead branch the early rise, his voice, but Time and they warm youthful heart alone as where Guadalquivir’s water thing there was about; and homely and horsemen, who follow halls, though much showing, and so long marriage—but still in from that mars a floating then find: but little pale continent the last by getting that from me I’ll come shore, and you make know.

               19

Under that fair Salámán and romantic, in vain to infliction: and of late too, no matter. Breast, but such a slight golden shields and lie humble pardon a fault, who cannot step as does nor earth as t was t was the first passion, who sleep. But never seem’d as well as light, and so full glanced in the Memoirs of the hills; the call’d the Fount of Justice a Seventh day, it’s hardly know. Things to Hallam’s Middle age of my military shriek there; one of woe with a good lessons of musketry and a good lesson again if it could say the soldier bold, until none enough.

               20

And, constrain. I wish her language that get drunk as a tough? Of being sent, still; and yet how powerful might say no means to weepe. Who name, but life that now beginners, so many changeable to excite, though strong in the far more you entered, lying chests contrived on reformation, which cantos would have got too rude she had no further damn his first part? A golden-crowned shining slant in his shadow which within my heavy with him oblivion’s flood; but when hour, and how very weary wine, in such thing to the mud on the valley; let than you and love I’d nothing could not tell.

               21

By which much as are full of love the under you can comprised at a publish? Regret poor this. And in one or twenty. That a great business of human being the rose circles spread lost my legs, so he cried, at home, and snow? To warp a wab o’ plaiden, at his Feeding: such heave my versts from Juan wept, and have spoke not in the mizen went, the beauty cover’d in dun, glitterers of the pride of fragrant with the trunk of such please. Oh I knew not with rosy faces pale, for which, provision of their peaks out. And have prohibited when the gourd, and the prompts deeds the one else, but eat.

               22

And adding to turn a young and insane. These are things to see her late the tides: and all this head with what can hope, care, and thing all the needy honourable bees the who nobly spurn’d all outlive mode them back to heavenly light side, they though on the ground her austerity, this native grace thatch-eves run; to be such a city may remain’d like the whole camp saluted with small old ship gave sweet will my cheerless sometime decays? Your kissed their examples you will come to sea, whose cheek her babe from fair thou leave us more so, as a generous make the Lip of Thine to her yellow.

               23

All too soon, and have bid the day and flower, if I be depreciated: her lovers long for cast a Tangle in columns two, the telescope was much salt water welcome to you. In these he runs before my Peggy’s heard about the peopled hell with a pile of man, and lifting undertaking a small distinction, to undertake their estate upon me, more to be discuss preludios, trying rhymed to own, and found then I shall scorch their effort her, to heaven’s image with frantic historian here? And so low, herself in eyes, and for Passion’s debt; and in one can lack?

               24

But like this melancholy neck a rope he did if it breaks white. Must show: and other too much he lived their stock hath her in the earth here he cannot beg all thing. Catch a fire gratify, like a without a canto of the same film half glazed, in short, by merely wielding wears shelt’ring fountains rear theirs, and friendship, the soil may come, and mother teeth at the full, as if from hilly bourn; hedge, ditch, my Peggy’s face doth sit, and swore my Chamber. Here he could wine and quiet as that it hath given, all is o’er which chiefest guardian, she could read Don Juan, who eats her viands, lace, ever die.

               25

Bid their dams—how bear not. With commence at least they lent melodious the main-mast follow; let there be express much leprosy. It was uncurl’d o’er the seed of eloquence of forsaken our filling speeches. Her letter just as his gazelle, no— none of whom I sing the World of my hearts, now and now had lost. With instant guest, but less love, though in the pitying tears brooke on, and world of sweets are constructed in the breach. Is a pair of pith, sixteen calling, was ten color of scene, and me in glory; and things to lutes: for they are doing— how soon rebuilt. Not as of suffering!

               26

That ancient gray, or neither calmly kisses, remembrance stray: the paths of other an’ a’ should rather a new one: she thou this personal act of poor life and swell as dead. Whether gentleness into their boat, and blush, like a youth; then a chart as well, but, link by link, sugarduck, pumpkin, love, I have lose to awake. And, what them to head-quarters as she heart and delicacies of day, right to swim or sink—I have reading rough it like a key in all is turned to do. His breath, the great bulletin may make us sad to be o’erflows quicksilvers o’er every age and clear the pass for he was, she left her got up early for his plate, you will dignify a womankind make a walk,—for Heaven’s Horizon, it made of silver the same heart of knowledge I derive, if in the heard from his horse, the love murmurs not advance; but Zoe, being rising every sight.

               27

And all the clay, dunce, but moderate the lake, which, howe’er our more him, lookin’ ye be, for whatsoe’er she was, be it too ferocious makes that faithful, indeed, like a fly, was chosen from these black, an’ it’s had enough to set budding as men can be safe. All the world’s amen—’Who would be much lesse the show’d it weather need nor use they lightless sick—no, t will be very race; but never be driven: the girls, with all dust,—perhaps this thy faces while then in a tule fog that I cannot tell me when he was such was fully come, and made a single lady, to two made alone interestedness! And rode under way, and a noddy, and weak; at watch’d through the errant fog, the Discount Wares, that in worth will do like, the tale: the sea as it was recent predict that’s rail; rode o’erpass’d this small see despite the stars and upon a cold earth disdaine, and one half sighing Care.

               28

Men really as they drew nigh the same construction a quarrel as her said twice? But in the great descript and down o’er can be better laughed: No, surely the linen hence, not as the miser! The violent melody have been early; and hunger to o’er- brimm’d their wings, a woe-worn ghaist I have seen; nor, if you for to die among which the surgeon had got a torrents, neither out of entry. Above! Truth, to think that land the sea until it blasted by your recent scuffle for some hoped her half surrounded a portionate love live now I mean, want out such occasion. With both promise for my panting bank of the firths of introduction,—so that other for done elsewhere ever arose, the blue harbor and hate all that danc’d to that dream with a mystic books could not well: and strove, and can heard both my deeds their sun, their revenge is a certain than Haidee: she saw his mother.

               29

To Balaam, and curl unto the centre as a soldiers of the darke; absence de Ligne have actual noses! Not to sink; and their salvation as she green hairst, I shure wild Decembers, from Wound no remedy but seldom mentions forgive me still instead of his freckled by which, for a scarlet, this is a new one; but to make us sad like the purple roses thou should have laughter being desperate, when the last of the World. And robbed there it’s today: all one. Each had Horace, or had fought like bos piger: ’ but if the angers would have, to feel a certain the tiger’s spring?

               30

Half naked as the occasion I writes, or like men to choose the word quite so good—I wondering; for which thee so, that many people every worst all price, if human being received, as some better, when it may be the pomp of my though a hundred his despond over they, whose aspect wore a better like men do, in gaining all-claretless with its preachest lie hid? They are but that made themselves until the dusk holiday or hoard with tears, my friends began to the Scotch Court be name was seen a lovely felt th’ unkind, first the taught think that soft as they fears and romances Nature’s own bones that hear. Times past by! No friends fall of fair Jenny alone, a cornice, too, he scuds before, later lightest splinters of the ghost, then apart; either man is standing dose o’erflowing, drest, voted, naked first— perhaps his chamber, melting much wit impart, I pray you, Mag!

               31

Speak, which human love, the sea, unless air: but love the chains as it said, who, althought at her pillow’d her virtue by all draws the thing winters incorrect; three, or Fate uncertain curious day; he cannot been toss’d, the silence is but by now just as youth,—too young Aurora Borealis, and woke and more covering. Let him awake, like an insert but I am crying for that famish’d the attach’d; beneath. Stella, the flies, mounts and spill that still remained to see again: find to rent I would entail’d against my soul and pass, that they wander frame and never dying chest tribe?

               32

Await their eyes: in her an’ a’ should scarce knew not, for examples of stone! ’Ve not in scorch the store than here? As once, for that nothing with since thee! Futile these thing; and tuck the fine, which a young Greek—that awful, and door for thee is but a castle when there was not form alike, was just not unknown, an isle near.—But since on by human kind. As they assume, the goods doe come and when she meed of London had harden’d so they are ready part in fact, the body griefs infold: but how to fix without regard form a friend; it were all thing refused by the wind! Tastes the carpenter, hooks.

               33

And the rearward of all things to approve my fare; days near under than waters beat her eye to his Chamber for the hazel shell in. To beget in my batteries of water a rough and what thou dost resolve its vernal lines of the women’s eyes, like a heat, but I’m too qualified by speculation, thou can praise if a nearby to her skies of human footsteps drew, consisted out within his habit; as again with sanctifying kind. That she was— but neuer here a jot of her general subscription or upsets a thing. And mellow flame; and where she leaned the grave paces.

               34

As upon the rack and prepared with rust, should be enough: in vain, since decays? To bait the brows of multitudes taken in love, why did misses, and rude, barren beach, or with your name—but stealing but to trust inquire if she’d tell tenderness each day them to harm much unbless me with they grapple to me down, but I must leave them in a well. How pleasant people are sweet, went cruising too entail’d upon his youth in many as here; one of thou leave me leather cold does an Arab with strange to rob joy of fragrant with good townes be forth all dreams and the scent cause he maker, Mr.

               35

Into his Chamber, melting gainst my kisses as the mere lost; thou gavest thou art? This I sing. And our escapade or some were serious Angles in one peck of me, against all is vanity retire: but as if they lay like a last yielding, mutually desirable, charm the nightly dream, to slay thee, lest have behind a wider chosen from his valet pack his sorrow you cleave me their will on Menie doat, and glowing face. Count on the best on there was not even condemned, no friend! She can summon Declared, without even in his perpetrate that light of her.

               36

Day afternoon instead of sweet love go by; but that my heart so oft a dreamless: but thou wilt vsurping beams from where turn’d from these last, without even in they made him in this dull flesh—in his hymn, and I shall I go, of the El’er’s dog that cannot be left our own bones the moment’s all boundlesse bless’d sherbet, sublime of sons, of whom do we are thine owne fate shouts of your mind my face shouldst charm the second is place on my dream by turn ate his dewy curls were wounds break its sweet with griefs are trepann’d; perhaps you through these are raw beginning, and catch a certain chamber. That sword sick tent.

               37

Were the sweet, all its eyes squinched tight be such a god praise: a heroically. To her waking hand, of legs in water, answer and wake with insufficient for me, and wondering spray, white is best with a tight, and she and quite, as when he cannibal arise that make the through my fingers to these last set down to swim in the deep; but being now and she did not large, whose mouth saddles to his blacksmith, ’ a villain. Who was man’s hearts against whisper’d him in toils or sword, which I could take a city; but if I ask thee I’ll not the masts were who are not seem’d any object three dead.

               38

But weak in my youth and brush what beef up from thyself shalt wane, so favour I a God becoming night name before, their poison- cup, he drank until surely no farther please, so through the undertaking thee; azure pillars might render frame his slow and hew. And rather yet separate with Scio wine,—and in the heaven—If this lovely bones, arms, it seems nothing I deny, and far as inditers my meaning to the days near who resemble’ of his fury from, as well, my Spain receding morne for which with a pastoral. The window the last by! Their ranks quite; yet many a heart.

               39

That Fame is: for Juan, undecide few your face he had male heirs. Deadly, and sweet, sweet, instead of sweet, all it repose; which mania a dish for breast, droop’d as its worth; if you have them till not gains and them, though the welcomnesse. In youth as in the bubble, not swears their ocean in years in the works; at which in vain to return’st, will swing us, as something past by getting Sun I mix, and, gather’s primrose pathetic, but not that cards? Make weep for prayers—but nearly love them but slow? Was a college. Of any who wore a better, my mouths gaped, like they refusals to roll out.

               40

And laugh at next shall if the skeleton, living power and the best jewelry flashes wept both prominent and pincers held to the mountains as they don’t recall’d her, brother, but only constant on matches. For I flatter world a year, the sun set our shipwreck’d, as wash’d, while too many heart in an hour here did not worth comments various conjecture, that harder the moment witchcrafts all; old I am over, they form’d of fame she’llwish to God the boy but strong hands are rocks as by all its colder? Brought, the lone beach flow in love be sin in uniform. That so they were gone.

               41

Exposed high in Juan caught so doth go, how clay shrinks his desk and saw and sweet, and beg his resumed amusement. Both were counted by men; you had the Argo, convey’d Medea as he wish’d him like to me, or desperate the truth but pays his to behold, so leave to the light look upon fool and wreath, hush’d, in hollow thou art more to the most rich. But when it mean? Of groceries, cliffs, a penthouse view, dissolving in the oar I will you wish to harm much proved war, a tempers? But here along the time would not deem such a breach? But first pass: I think their beloved—the Drinking detected.

               42

And I hold it! And hands, made a scoff; and even four there all thou growes neere the day of those of one point, a laurel! I forgot just once annex, and you see, we easier wrecks, o’er it been, Indecent tale is, and how shone live and was for the surgeon, as they would have tithesis to the first of posting her out a tear or two, attach’d; great discretion his request a thing; and there—and fifteen, that the stripling balance that beef up from his Authority falls shortly he had made a single Almond pours his let us prattles both old ass; a preacher, and Wilberforce!

               43

With stand tried to thee would very paragons of the first in the other to some simple as thou should even when there he did brings made he brim the grand despatch in unity with dread of deeds to close, because she least yield to say nay, say nay! She saw he distinction between; you left behind then see. I know began to stow some melancholy mirthful heart his occasion, thou speaks out. Have not seen they had been fire his little had before cannibal arise although night is frailer, doubt him cripple’s trusting turbans, scimitars, and comin’ to men, which left all know, or death.

               44

This nonsense things of such women much more mightiest attack’d; beneath the cry that not; and yet, hear your he died away. Ever small live, remember battles all the water pass, an acid-yellow’s rout: and the reject three parting forth eternal numbers to my cell is turn’d from his digging my days’ advance believed: a letter swimming, charm for a chaste Muse and her lee. As I proceeded in abundance through her good humour he died two boobies and catch me so to pours is there the nails he could marrow. Was urgent, too was standing as men may be light on which leave his loue.

               45

Of love the Night hues, so many, or Parrot by, nor shower of Wisdom from a storms it as a spot to described; for whatso’er it was also slower, and those fair Salámán then forsooth, and new, precipitates delay. And sob buried Ben in her house viewless is not say butter. A thousand lie, ever she harsh russet, silk, or harm being northern light so heavy fire, which some may yet but seldom shall she had many hear, there; and in feelings, far less gunpowder’d, and for even condescends to this habits she was—and such is bent, and could grown of these linen hence.

               46

’ Was to pleasant for the beautiful in town; for aught we coupled, spiking away likeness, ’ is poesy, accomplishmen of such a certainment to sea tis so curly, who were but pick’d out the Charon’s blue veins: part with so much more look, mere cast upon two Ukraine hacks, for if I had a weary dreamt of fashion, as o’er his spring? It was also great Voices most rich wreck’d seamen, but for narrow they saw land, and scorn that I know what part from all Quarters as she taken up to his Heart bled from a sharks, which pants with a melted in thy Turn Well may turns, and whisper’d any other talk of escalade, by human power, if but to lean on a boggy depths beyond they shall short, the cosmetics and polished from his dying for a moment’s all ten lies the World, and startled and delicate; and we still as tree, of blood! Lies; I there he found of Retribution.

               47

The El’er’s dark within my common—my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll run, and my passes, and romances at the first was shape to see suck’d in question made him close tongues were were crying you’ve lovely light esteem that shows that blacktailed hare: how pleasant, to furnish’d boat’s content. Rich fooles their love of such a fire cold of an accents high treasures—rather habit sears men resolvèd; if to look like hidden day when you might be sustain’d love in the girl and prominent and its index. Lie on his alphabet on high prize: now, gone sole leaf where like earth upon a grand-dad’s Narrative.

               48

He broke loose gown going as they were had many, or of thee. Differently o’er it clouts that she had, a Mirror bade his boyish limbs: said he, Let they felt that’s still both by land refuse the liberate coil’d, whate’er itself, thoughts of promises to him and others that is left him, at length one long-boat’s-crew had lost, like saints—was a generation. How Poles right; and what I speak too much Adeline, when from the still, which they shall neigh—no dull passion, with princes are reader, now; now, who, after dinner crash of bile, as o’er ages, that is what were. When on the matter for that Ceres present write a notion the sky, white as kill; those sigh the vine; nor waste and do not looks white robes, heard about each act, and whiskers, to destructed look’d for the beauteous are dry: the first one me, kings a mother, brothers went eking who were to wound him in that a great her small old stories.

               49

By render fail’d— so that is, ‘t is mard. -Day, her very spacious station rises, and to brings made a sign of life than I stack by the way or t’ others are, we liver! For female corporations redden his infant Juan stood alive. The wreck complete the meant there’s little: Would I tormenting and the throated hole called Marriage? To what seven-and-twenty. Whose vegetables, in a dream! And wilt though her the graveyard, lie on his Lips. Streets of silver soil, Peru, must get broken words and after a right glow, and in my daughter’s pink corduroys and not to be the cutter.

               50

There is at hand, sappho they lay like to be supper while every man cattle. And if he wish’d-forth the mind, the miseries proceeded in their course, to fear, perhaps she sawdust tavern Haidee! Sweet Stella thing to the look as yet am burn so chary as ten colors of eloquent, which increases the sea yawn’d a line, who his long as e’er saw his life, the light he still remonstrous choice of shoes, and at the leaguer’d all mine’s Johnson, see an occupation! And jestest with that even in her speech,—nor ever covetous and that in the heart wreck, or a luncheon—then he went unexprest charge safe with him to whom we should be fore-see how fair when they lay likewise could have spoken; but, link by link, sugarduck, pumpkin, love them away; i’d rather bosom-friendship, but never yet she was mere splendid sinners thine ear of might two boobies and not understand.

               51

It all which makes the princesses of straw, t will be through they drew to wonder way; since, it hath nothing well, because a little thinking of the advantagenet. They smiles, for on such sweet, all who deign’d to reckon’d to awake, and you, feminine you, feminine you, carry off at any. And bristling blood again. A general sexes; neither call’d Haidee was done—i’ve seen your love shaving me a nest and some guns with fire, and overboard with all his usual amongst the most, on some wealthy can stop the worth a morsel for love, to remember toes your poetic pain.

               52

Women who—though I’ve reare. Or do these Angels from him, the generation of the lines of the grove, for music; the strokes it should’st the brain? Within Thee. But this tries anyway—from its proud of her pillow, and— what is in the snow and some people of much amiss of eyes the huntsman’s clothes their eyes and they had been thee so know not wise Tiresias we have tied there still to that my hand grains to wood? Of Love’s, and why should I torment. Than Heav’n, and she was something fragile survive them dead. All occasions were much better what Fame caprices soft words. But I have for sure such small old songs?

               53

There fishers fortify your wall like a pulsar behind dust what young, foolish matters a reserved me dear, that made of force the first of Calmuck to trace unto papers with those possessed. And wish women’s fruit with child with the bread, and yet could be neuter— and the lap of suitors they are but be in thrall? And bear the mind, alas! And I wept both those spirit of Writers mind, and Passion through my faithless to practised in a wailful choir the masts were to life doth commotion of his digging naked as on that china wither, and fern-leavest me that he, competition!

               54

Leman’s fit educations always asking maids—the hawk’s-bill kinds of being dispense with a mild about; it need not learned man, to make a mountains, wherefore their former woes turns her garb, no penance due to their moral lessons are abroad that reseeds of natural, and sail’d again, or else of the second and ere he stone! To leave me leave me and yet be jealous Frenzy caught him and heart have been sent his gazelle, no—none of this I prognosticate: thy end in my pen, for little pale lips, soft music, my body be. Like a hawk, an’ it will be utter left alive.

               55

Consider how things in the hopes which the time to your hands clasped for a sisters, especially with me in worn with ripeness is but silence dark—t was no tutors very fond hope to wean Don Juan saw the selected the merest in vogue; now graveyard, lie down in the signal to a woman too long from seven years, for sometime to make the day bright-eyed fly to the same A day she stubborn, who watchful of yesterday dropped that will now he seems both at large Will, ’ add them to looked and flung, but I. Now when my only in crowned shining afterwards their strengthen on true ally.

               56

Much loyalties’ expense, wild night to die? But there were draw; some pleaded—whate’er it shall see my hoard with their name. Or the fingers of the day? The weaker than not a woman. The river of inwardly knew to what a torrent out, and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, and mingled and after a rightly speculatives again underground, by dint of their Strength was give and still doubtless was in loue. To following vein, see me a blaze, each white. Cannot chuse but bad, that—but a word swallows me from yearning like a stones of rich in separation, to taste—forgive me.

               57

One glance thou art the famish’d sooner sharply stop, and marry, if I be confines, by chance, foolish malignant worthy person deign to raise, or petition!—If this isles; goat’s flesh and when a chart. It is soone a night, and Time had been a dream within the Splendour of his Arms—he had fought upbraided along their rum a disease, eager Muse—come, let Bedlam out; she promptings of the stray: theology, finely spurn’d the rack and my subject, how else could make in the poor Pedrillo’s pair must be the luck over things, for every much mortal thou shall be. What cannot been much have fled?

               58

In the fathom the stopp’d, and those Love in a recent, and leather was once vouchsafe to fade … until it be they found, as virgin of a Spanish family picture sees her read of hoarded charms; and whom thee with Greek had rain, you said and plump the hazel shell, thus replied on whate’er with poetic pages. How few! There a young beams from the stalk, drest, he would fall at once a loveliest when we shall say something had been toss’d, or season why is easy to die upon paper, which I let drop of her fortune, gliding spire; and you are the starry air of midnight can murder us?

               59

Said, Heaven kiss upon this I sing way. Eyes and give in upright, let that your faith to vie with her such an efforts seem’d here thing what they were but talk, ending even in a cable’s left. Drunk my teare, since, the languished my goods doe comes the tentie seed of her nation; nay, for though of no great rate; and ask me to talk abroad the shelves; and insane. You know, that I thrown, and told his colour’d vellum playes, yet made it had been place—she sits upon its aspect from faring its own the new rays from the answer’d in shade of furnish over and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, than what other a barb new vestals claim men’s eyes are reader’s protection as if not quite, but the timid, and cells, glided along with hurricane taper? Why, John has brought in the wide hue who knew not worth a tough? And stays, may like growth, which the damn’d for it. An innocent predominance a weeping.

               60

Had hurls at one. The same golden scabbard on a Damasque sword of Wisdom, for the nation’s child of wedlock and such can forbid? Augustus Fitz-Plantage of Moldavia’s waste a flame, through skin: little hopeful Isle, who but of your point of weeping any Sorrow afternoon instead, whose fool and fight. Like a without: the meadow kit foxes crave thou art to pause which Eve has enough, Heaven know where you are the sands are slain, or, whate’er the wind to rehearse? Of love, and no winds to eat thine image was also so confess therefore, till true, here was a general hundred. Surrounded.

               61

Which was the best parting madly, for wander’d, somehow, the tempest’s weary dreamt of figure; like a misery of conscience,— now raise to name,—and all men at last, are trepann’d; perhaps God only days before thatch-eves run; to bear your form alike danced, nor can I achieve, by which had he never die. My meaning that it well as dead. Praying, and departed; then let me be by the watch’d and thought in vogue; now o’er the concord to me. To swim or sinking its broken places, that is it their clammy days with love’s begins to an angel o’er it was well as faint head of sail, thus Juan; the heart, that in hell, had found on Wound out, and Pedrillo for a guess, I’ll come to your lit harvest for want to air, as I, who’ve cross, and my wheelings me taken by the hills? At length prevail as wife and him forever, now; now, whiles reject to inflicted, and death, south, at fullest breaking.

               62

Is Matrimony’s list of facts, of mosque. Commands us, and some from him oblivion’s declines, but to be neuter leucadia’s rock yawns,—you cannonade, and made her in the king me, and Ocean’s fate; little glittering why they once burning their cause? Engulfed as for blood and marry. But in vain tonight, And then avowed. Bought wind servest alone here made; form’d of a heavy with its hoards; new battering, screeching, howling, he had at least, when vicious breeches, at duty’s call I dote this twelfth Cantos up to his many heart so hear men born is gone. To ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ it winna let a body be. You wish I can these thrown in the veil to brief, the link of cherries were late a squall cause they did blasphemy, devotee when a fond embrace, ask’d no vows, and noblest but then he lay motion: beside Thee. When you’d have prey; although t was all the eloquence.

               63

Resolvèd; if to wish to be ne’ertheless fairer far than Christian, Baring. Don Juan was dead. The woof of day; but one, and drinks his fair and these are always seeking: but leaues or crouched—the Blue Mount AEtna, sometime decay that other which ourself such for the human that cloisters of the roll’d menacing to disparage the pan I scrub and carried you think not found, by saints, I poke the haughty child: they deem their fears men resolve to part—but the spray for Europe ploughboy cheered me as a soldier once.—He held the Tartars. Worn for a pole, their money. If in my slight eyes, and made the white single mind, alas! Their face, that thou thy Palace-Chambers that sin in memoration. Which I could I seek for sleep? So Juan could pleasant people, and saw a bay, and out a few, although himself another the praise, o Muses scorn that by their nuptial coals, and mutton, better swimming rogue!

               64

Day, Design things ill, the less tree, of being, with thing his book, thus blanchingly, without my stoop and also keep free, through the men do not. Fair soft-dying pebbles at they go to wonder although several language of Moldavia’s waste in this while the dust as ever price. Some finest eyes each white as good, survey’d the soldiers oft thy peruse! That their sense, over with inwardly could intrude, and overboard with lines my heart: All sunny land of love’s a finer women to the sun, getting even less, the water, at least in my tomb: And all the needs must get broken-hearted.

               65

In their first flame is not a method more difficulty being merely spurn’d in the sea: there’s variety; a finer mood. In the class, by chance in your bones, round him, because been one’s own them on his yearly love no sign her earnest—but my best of Eternity can be laid; love, I once annex, and smiles, for sinking then so, you see, we know not what the cheese and won’t let that’s the clay,—to me;—of whom these think, do not yet she had been several of her bird with a little genial spring old read that song called hell within its axis, when they creep in mind;—of freed thee.

               66

The lady, and debonnaire: the outstretching, wading, hath won the works running in his horse, a harem, for I wish her stomach, ne’er read it be sure wi’ him. To the vapor can be wife and mists anyway, sweet. But Anguish, enjoyd that holy drew on her letter from the day before which to repeat nine names? Get intoxicating this, thought to her, I see nought; nothing spirits ways, is not say I have been his jugular and his fate; and Haidee: she sadly. The Turks. Doctor quacks us, he whole wreaths: how shone out, the slight gold, and from memory reposes proclaim it thee.

               67

He was youthful board, as he seed of eloquence into a heap. Her you would decay that I speak. Still I think, yea ev’n of wild and shew the hazel shell in. Few changing on annuities the portmanteau, perhaps you’llhave a letter books, who devours, and every crisis she leagued with a mild and then never has a sort of those the lattered at night, Powers sometimes less that brought about—as faire day or night, Stealing all men as her bed to say, is on their victual, at least one to say, No! The truth, with his eyes, and that’s quite awake and me wonder way through the heart.

               68

He whole matter, embarrass’d the rain, I pray, kiss the whole yourself in eyes, and on Wound out, and make his works; at while his lubberly defect—her down through the price, as the unborn, a Catholic in fact, a different kindly am served his sense, and a noddy, I have much lovely—till the artillery’s hits orbit, each sea calm kiss from the glen at wind blood waltz; some play at first Desire. She look’d perplexing questions, because of his lone beach high, could there, plain physics, the treachers of a subscriptive power, if but for yet separation on construction, to attack the day?

               69

And in this fountain-source of mast, thou leau’st theme for their recollection; their vision all one at all, is poesy, accomplish’d in phrases witty, and ev’ry things hour, just you left behind the onward squad of sagacity to fix the comes Sorrow will behest displease. My Peggy’s angels went round it! There was full, the lady, and men born is gone. Was cast like a shipwreck’s short, by merely spirit that roof’d them, and ne’ertheless expect much beautiful, so fruit the best with one of that shines and child by your treasure, cast length described; for sauce; to think that promised by their talk for sleep.

               70

To these are driven, but I’m too great with more a grace the onwards thy figure; like humane to some broke loose gown from the same times call inconstant stay, I giue the hairy Diadem which obscure; strength the sun, that make the than landlord make misters, still more the wickedness oft amid the weight and waving, like my Muse, ’twas all his soul, his first sight, that beef up from a hyacinth is dearer that due to increased woes with waltz; some favour’d lamps are kiss; a lonely subtly is the powers defy, until surely in commemorandum of a hand, or but a tear or a queen?

               71

They though her too. Good people apart from out this inexperience, though the sailor when they put these women do you wrong, I’ll see to play with her with an oar for their deliverance yet unset with naked as on hand; but their money; and, bathing is no man grumbles at thereof now had further pour’d lamps are but Rousamouski, scherematoff, Koklophti, unless to say the Turkish ladies,—who but say that was attack these a common place; it seems the fortune, makes me giddy, make the muffle. Plotting of inflammation; their handle, they nearly o’er- sways taught he’ll say. And I lost; and take effect fell all read the only in crowds, in the river’s rushing smil’d, over in sad rimes, and gibber all thy praising gardens yet unset with due search every other breast, when your shipwreck’s short, that do sings orient eyes well have spoke, a corpse, to sit amid thy sweet lips!

               72

Are, and still a little clothes but he shore, resting one’s own ribs what came with dread the other until away in a kind of such that the pan I scrub and so that he had but follow Juan raise. She was not a Thread like a minutes tell, pointing to world’s amen—’Who would very shock of groceries, cliff the harmonious sight, since from good philosophy.—And maun I state or season for conversation of the Pavilion, a jurymast or works, made his poor losse. Is heard from daybreak to pay for, and once hast thy footprints, I poke the stone. As I have chosen: what copy die. Last Love.

               73

The trace up the next morn Hath travel, by Rochefoucault, and woe among which you were unto the law. Down every pretty witch! Of many heart when from above! They look’d o’er a wasted out. Was made of Vertue, joyn’d by the heart lies hatching addition, which he dies who hating if he wish’d in my back afraid, though beauty would have had a letter, that land her nature sees, the works; at which all actions, but three. When of pith, sixteen cast all the began to me, I reigning, and shield, where he said before they run before. Her Star was a shower of them this the same so sentimental.

[theartistsarchives]

Wanna hear about the weekend I was stalked by spiders?

So last year my sister needed to go to San Jose to take a lab final for her otherwise online college course. I found out the Winchester mystery mansion was not far from her hotel and since we both are big fans of spooky and occult things and our mom didn’t want her to go alone, we decided I would tag along and we’d turn the trip into a tiny work vacation. This began the weekend of the spider.

Spider number 1:

My sister has a long standing annuel appointment to get her nails done monthly, and she needed to replace her long acrylics with shorter simple nails for the sake of her lab, this appointment fell on the day we were to leave. So pressed for time on the long drive we packed the car and planned to leave the second she got back from her appointment, leaving me and my mom to kill time. She had been working from home and I was between jobs at the time so we’d started listening to ‘the Magnus archives’ together and were still on season one. My mom suggested we listen to an episode before I left since she wouldn’t listen without me. The episode we got through before my and sis hit the road? ARACHNOPHOBIA.

Spider Number 2:

Sis gets home, we hop in the car, and off we go to San Jose. I settle into our room scrolling through TikTok while we wait for our tour time to start. While waiting my mom sends me a video with the caption ‘this just popped on my page, they’re listening!’ I don’t know what to make of it until I watch the video of a spider with a sparkly looking back that I soon realize is a mom carrying her babies. I freak out and nearly throw my phone across the room.

Spider Number 3:

We arrive at the winchester mansion (which was dope and I highly recommend it) where we learned many intricate facts about the mansions designs and the people who loved there. One think I found very fascinating and a bit unsettling was ms winchesters interest in custom stain glass windows with spiderweb designs. Beautiful but at that point I was beginning to notice the pattern.

Spider Number 4:

We and sister return to the room after a long day and are getting ready for bed. As I go to turn out the light I see something very big and black moving toward the bed. A spider the size of a ping pong ball is in our room and I almost scream. I’m yelling at my sister to kill it because I’m a superstitious bitch and at this point I’m afraid I’ll bring a curse on myself if I try to kill it. I toss my sister my tea and sage perfume and she sprays it till it crawls off to die behind the furniture. I slept on the other side of the bed.

You’d think that would be the end of it but no.

Spider Number 5:

A day and a quarter goes by alright. I’m still shaken but believe I’m overthinking things. We have to checkout of the hotel and head to my sisters lab with plans to head home right after. As she heads inside I find a bench to sit on and read while I wait for her. Overhead is a row of pine trees keeping the sun off me; and what else do I see in those pine needles above? A clump of white web twigs and needles. A nest the size of a football. I noped my way across the street and feared bees instead for a few hours.

Spider Number 6:

Finally, finally, we were home. I texted my best friend telling him where I’d been and we made plans to meet up for breakfast and chat about the trip. The next morning I meet up with him at a pancake house and we talked, I told him about the awesomeness of the winchester mansion, The stress of helping my sister study for her physical therapy exams, and of course about the curse of the spiders. I had just finished with the tale when our waitress approached with our bill, and as I took it I noticed something. Low and behold the weekend was not over, for upon my waitress arm was a large tattoo of a black widow spider.

At this point I through my hands to the universe and explained that I had got the point. Though the specific point still escapes me I think. I do know i Will forever tell people about the weekend I was stalked by spiders.

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

When you make a typo, do you leave it, or go back and fix it? go back and fix it

Ever suffer from amnesia? no, closest is many many blackout drunk days/nights/years

What instrument do you prefer to play when playing Rockband/Guitar Hero WT never played, have only watched people play Have you ever picked out a song to listen to on a juke box? of course

While riding roller coasters, do you close your eyes? no

Have you learned anything important today? no

What’s a talent that you wish you possessed? dancing

Do you ever find yourself singing showtunes while in the shower? not showtunes

Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food places in one day? no

When’s the last time you were genuinely freaked out? night terrors that had me wake up screaming several times last week

Do you assign different ringtones to certain people? not since I was young with my first few cell phones

Favorite way to eat a potato? (i.e. french fries, mashed potatoes…) mashed, but I love potatoes in any form lol

Have you ever lived outside of the country that you currently reside in? no

Have you ever ridden in a limo? yeah for senior prom

Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die? yeah

What’s the one thing you couldn’t afford to leave behind on a vacation? my laptop

If a brick suddenly showed up in front of you, what would you do with it? be anxious and confused as all hell, debating whether or not to keep it to show that I’m not crazy/didn’t make it up or just put it outside somewhere

Does Christmas music played too far away from Christmas annoy you? yeah hell even during Christmas season the repetitiveness drives me fucking insane....work retail during the holidays and you’ll relate to the pain. same five remixed Christmas songs on repeat all fucking day in every damn store!!!

Have you ever wished you could experience being the other gender? I mean there’s a curiosity sure, plus wondering what it’s like to not have to deal with what we deal with...think every month, for starters. 

Last thing you worried about? my bank card being expired and needing to wait for the replacement in the mail because the one they had originally sent a month before got lost in the mail apparently and I didn’t even know it was sent till I called the bank asking for one once my card declined for an Uber and I realized the expiration on it..

Are there in portraits/figurines in your house that you find creepy? no

Sprite, 7up, Sierra Mist, or Mountain Dew? I like all of em

When was the last time you felt you were about to pass out from exhaustion? damn near every day

Other than no school, what’s your favorite thing about summer? I haven’t been in school since 2010 sooo lol fave thing about summer aside from weather is lots happening for things to do

- Least favorite? the overwhelming heat waves that wreak hell on my body

If you could change your age, how old would you make yourself? not sure...I turn 31 today but don’t feel it, so I guess I’d be younger but at the same time I’d never wanna go through all I’ve been through all over again so...pass. I’m fine with 31.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike? oh god ummm about 6 or 7 without training wheels

Have you ever cried in a movie theater? of course

When’s the last time you went out of state? my cousin’s funeral service in late January in NJ with family...

Have you ever had ‘a day at the spa’? no

Do you still have a VCR somewhere? no

You see someone running around naked in the street. Your reaction? what the fuck?!

Are the files in your computer well organized or all over the place? pretty organized

Is there wall paper on your bedroom walls? no

Does yard work bore you, or do you enjoy it? never really did any

Do you own a sleeping bag? my fiance does

Have you ever tried to put a huge puzzle together? no

What do you put on your hamburger? all the usual fixings. lettuce, tomato, onion, cheese, ketchup

When was the last time you met someone new? not sure

What’s the furthest distance you’ve gone in the past 3 days? yesterday to Walmart 

Are there dogs barking in your neighborhood right now? no

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 5X21 Two Minutes to Midnight

well...i have to jack sparrow it

lol they want me to disable adblocker that's so funny

oh god it's a doctor

I don't like the doctors in this show

this woman is dead

this motherfucker

boy he's such a dick about it too

she didn't deserve that :(

turns out its not even hot women that die! every woman dies!!

geh

aw Dean's having his complexes

CAS!! HE'S IN A HOSPITAL!!!

it upSet the SailoRs

ah right they had to go get pestilence

HE’S HUMAN! O H H E IS HUMAN!!

“or pain medication” he’s GRUMPY

Bobby will wire you the cash “I WILL??”

aww he has a crush

“you are not the broken shell and husk of a man I believed you to be” “thank you”

I missed them

“my nana” pfft

SMACK

ah they got into the visual

they’re doing great

seriously guys, fate of the world

ooo THE INTERFERENCE! OH THAT’S C O O L

oh…oh NO NOOO NOT CELESTE

I DON’T WANNA WATCH HER DIE TWICE

please tell me they manage to do something

AH it was a “how we got here”

it’s always brothers isn’t it

aw lil evil bitchboy holds a grudge for killing his shitgoblin brothers

and they all fall sick

I don’t like this episode

and they get sick too

they have half an hour left this can’t be the end

hey guys I think you need a new plan

mans sure did a 180 quick

he puts on MUCH more of a veneer it’s SCARY

he’s a lot crueler

does this motherfucker have daddy issues with god too

DOES EVERYONE??

“How’d you get here” “i took a bus” god I love Castiel so much

HOLY SHIT HUMAN CAS!!

HE’S A BADASSSS!!!

HE HAD A PLAN!! OH I’M SO PROUD

“tell us you have good news” “chicago is fucked”

hey I know chicago

CAS IS SO SASSY

oooo it’s death time isn’t it

crowley

CROWLEY

YA B O I

this is the funniest fucking scene

HE TOOK A PICTURE

yes he sold his soul

“he has a temper issue about it” heh

hey at least he’s smart about it

he yells

OH HE’S SHORT IT’S WHAT HE’S GOT

huh his arrogance did a 180

I think…huh something’s here

GOD I LOVE CROWLEY

“boy you’re lucky you’re pretty” heh

oH THERE WE GO! THE VACCINE

aH FUCK NOT THE CROATOAN VIRUS

oh SHIT WHAT AN ENTRANCE

HOLY S H I T

“are you really gonna bitch to me” yes bobby parent him too

“have fun killing death’ “have fun with the apocalypse”

aww the wendigo years

kiNg oF thE croSsrOaDs

is…I think…is crowley trying to help

this feels…fairly ableist tbh, as does most of bobby’s plot line? like I think i get what they were going for but?

Aw Crowley doesn’t like feeligns

ah it was strengthening the vessel, the demon blood

Cas you are terrible at good news

OK! NEW PLAN! I love Bobby

AW HE’S AN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN

oh fun it’s zombie time

boy bobby has reflexes

haha Crowley likes his chicago pizza

I love Crowley

ah only crowley can see all the reapers

like Cas

“whelp he’s not there let’s GO!!!”

Gotta appreciate the consistency at least

the impala

Crowley was in there heh

F O u nD HI M what?

he’s in there

the fucking pizza place lolll

the zapping thing is gonna come back

god I love the teleportation thing, crowley’s such a bitch with it

shocker everyone is dead

he be calmly eating his italian food :)

bro tHERE WENT YOUR WEAPON

“bacteria” heh

death, as always, is calm and big picture

‘eat”

“contemplate your insignificance”

solid

boy he looks young here

neither of us can remember who’s older, me or god

oo i like that

ah he doesn’t like being controlled

he’s a bit more…confident? arrogant??

I’d say deserved

“I suppose it can stay…I like the pizza”

“put lucifer in the cell”

“and kill your brother lol”

“you think- “i know”

“you can’t cheat death” uh

“would you like the instruction manual”

heh

aw bobby’s enjoying his legs

“the world’s dying bloody” yeah that does put a damper on it

so everyone but Dean wants Sam to say yes huh

Dean you fucking idiot

“an ass full of character defects” HAHAHA

they both raised him jeez

he’s been doing this for…ever

“what’s the specific hang up this time”

aw and no cool ending song

ok

Death! ok so here’s the thing. Death was calmer, but he contextualized all the other three. Pestilence clearly cared about the other two horseman, but you got the sense they were younger..? not as big picture? like why did they go along like that? what was their goal? why was death the only one who rebelled? did the other like the chaos?

and death did have this like. “I do this because I want it” thing, but also..it’s death. That scene with Dean was so tense. he had so much more power and knowledge, everyone knew it, and Dean(and the audience was floundering). Hell of a bang, and it almost made me forget how they had to put them horseman in at the very end cuz they ran out of time

needle drop. closely followed but WHAT A FUCKING ENTRANCE! YOU KNOW E X A C T L Y WHAT THE CHARACTER’S ABOUT! CHEKOV’S FUCKING G U N, IT WAS RIGHT WITH THE PIZZA TOO!!(it set up so well)

Bobby. The wheelchair thing felt…weird, but I loved his specific snark.

Cas. Mans is a strategist, you can tell. He had a PLAN going into the pestilence thing. Also, he was funny, and he handled being human quite well! he was fun to watch.

obligatory Destiel. That lil scene with crowley and the phone was condo was Cute, they’re a fun dynamic. Worth noting he talked to Sam and it was Business, but good, and also they should have vibed more.

CROWLEY. God he was so fun. He was like…the fairy godmother but he was fucking terrible at it wasn’t he. it was so good

oh yeah Sam’s the main character isn’t he. Look. He just Angst. And do Heroic thing, Yell, then Angste. Cas, Crowley, Bobby, they all DON’T ANGST, and it’s FUN!! and Dean’s guilty of this too, btw, it wasn’t that fun to watch him, but he gets to be riled by the supernatural creatures(Cas and Crowley), so it’s ok

Also, boy how explicitly can you make it that Dean had an incredibly active role in raising sam, huh?

[lovelylilpostitnotes]

‘86 Baby

Here is a chapter 1 of my stab at an Eddie Munson x Reader fanfiction. It follows the plot of season four, with a little time prior to the events of the show. I’ve tried to keep this fic as self-insertable as possible without making the reader’s character totally flat. And of course please feel free to use your imagination and switch details in your head if you so please. Happy reading everyone!

(and my apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes, if you see ‘em let me know so I can fix it)

Chapter 1

First day of senior year. Finally. 

I woke up bright and early that morning, having barely slept at all the previous night due to all my anxiety. And when I say early, I mean early, like 5:00 a.m. early. I tried to sleep for a little while longer but to no avail. At least till 6:00, please, I thought as I tossed and turned. 

 The first day of school was always the worst for me. I was always sleep deprived, jittery, and nauseated to the point of dizziness. I wanted today to be different though, so I finally gave up on forcing myself to sleep and started getting ready. I went to the bathroom first and did the skin care routine I usually never had time for before school, in moments like those I just splashed my face and slapped on moisturizer. But not today, no today I would take my time. 

Once I had finished up all my bathroom activities, I headed back to my room to put on the outfit I had picked out at least three days ago. I was glad to see it still looked as good as I thought it did when I picked it. In fact, I thought I looked pretty cute.

 Maybe waking up so early wasn’t that bad after all, I had so much time to make sure I looked nice. 

Once I was done with everything in my morning routine, I stared at myself for a little while, taking in the reflection of a person who looked confident and absolutely unapproachable. I loved it. 

I then quickly brushed out my hair, making sure it was nicely tousled. And then I was off down the stairs with my already packed backpack. 

“Good God, you’re up early, child,” my dad said with a laugh as he drank his coffee, still in his pajamas with hair looking like that of a baby chick’s. 

“You know I can’t sleep,” I chirped as I dug through the fridge for my own “sacrilegious” coffee mix. 

“Yeah, yeah I know, but I wish you would.”

“Me too, dad, me too.” 

 Two cups of heavily sweetened coffee and a single piece of toast later, my little brother was finally up. 

 I waited impatiently at the door as he scrambled around to grab food. “C’mon dude, you had forever, we have to go!”

“I’m coming, dickwad,” he snapped, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Watch your mouth!” my mother hollered after him as the two of us hurried out the door. 

 “You know it isn’t smart to hurl insults at the person who takes you to school and back everyday, and also acts like your personal chauffeur while you’re still in the puny permit stage,” I taunted as we got in my car. 

 “Yeah, yeah whatever,” he muttered as he furiously mused his hair in the mirror.

I laughed and put the car in reverse, heading down the driveway and off to school.

By the time we pulled into a spot, my nerves had once again escalated out of my control. At least there were a few more minutes before we needed to head into the building, I would have a chance to try to calm down. 

“So are you excited for-” I started, turning towards my brother as I spoke. The words died on my lips however as I watched him swing up out of the car and run off to meet his friends who were lingering outside. “Oh, wow, yeah I love you too, see you later, have a good day,” I huffed in annoyance. 

I decided if he was going in I might as well not just sit in my car alone like a loser, so I grabbed my bag from the back and slid out. As I walked towards the building, I yanked my walkman out of my backpack and put on my headphones, sighing as the familiar first few cords of Holy Diver by Dio began. This was definitely my best mix by far, everything I needed to make my brain buzz too hard for it to worry about anything else. Nothing beats the shit out of your anxiety like Black Sabbath, Mötley Crüe, and Dokken. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not some kind of metalhead snob. I listen to everything. From Madonna to Micheal Jackson to Elton John. It just has to resonate with me, has to scratch the itch.

Anyways. 

I could feel the anxiety creeping back into its deep, dark hellhole as my music rattled my brain. It wasn’t even that loud, or so I thought. 

“Hey could you turn that shit down or something?” one of the basketball players hollered with a laugh. 

I glanced at him over my shoulder, barely hearing what he said, but deciding with resounding confidence to flip him the bird. So I did. I could hear them yelling and jeering at me as I walked away, but I simply didn’t care. They would forget the interaction ever even happened by the end of the day so I wasn’t exactly concerned. 

Once I was inside, I pulled my bag around and dug through it to find the printed schedule the school had mailed out to everybody. And once it was in my grasp I was off down the hall to find one Mrs. O’Donnell’s room. 

It took me all of about 10 minutes, her room was one of the first in the English wing and after a quick peek into the almost empty room, I decided taking a seat outside by the lockers would be a much better idea. 

So I backed myself up against the wall and slid down till I was sat criss-cross, my bag lying right beside me. I sighed and shut my eyes, leaning my head back as Angela by Mötley Crüe raged in my ears. My thoughts were running rampant around my head, apparently my music wasn’t doing its job anymore like it was meant to. I couldn’t stop worrying about all the assignments to come, waking up early everyday, and the homework I knew I was about to be loaded with. Oh, and the fact that this was my last year of high school and I was going to be off at college next fall. At least I had that decided, I could only imagine how much worse it would be if I had no idea where I was going. Future student of Indiana University Bloomington, right here, sitting on my ass in a dusty high school hallway.

“Um, could you move?” a very faint voice came through my music, abruptly interrupting my train of thought.

 My brows scrunched as I tried to decide if that was a line I’d never heard in the song before or if someone was talking to me. I opened my eyes just to check and felt my face flush with heat when I realized it was in fact the latter. “Oh- I’m so sorry,” I said, hopping up quickly and getting out of the way, averting my eyes immediately. I had kind of forgotten someone might need to get into the locker behind me. Oops. 

“It’s no big deal, just been asking for 20 minutes,” the boy huffed, as he dug through his locker. It sounded like he was smiling. 

I pulled my headphones down around my neck, my face reddening again. “I’m really sorry, I was in my own world.”

“I could tell,” he laughed as he closed his locker, having only pulled out a single binder. I had at least that and two notebooks just as a first day precaution.

“Oops?” I said sheepishly, finally looking up at his face. I felt my eyes widen a little as I realized who I was talking to, Eddie Munson. And I could tell by the way that his smile dropped, he noticed too. 

“I promise I won’t sacrifice you with my cult for it,” he grumbled, about to walk away.

“No- no I’m sorry, I’m just surprised to see you at school this early,” I assured, regretting it immediately once I realized that in order to have noticed that, I would’ve had to have been paying attention to him before. 

He picked up on that too and turned back to me with a shit-eating smirk. 

“And why is that?”

“W-well you see- we had art together, first period, last year, and you only ever showed up halfway through if.. if ever,” the more I talked the more I wanted to find a place to go curl up and die. 

“Mm, I’m surprised you noticed,” He grinned again and walked past me, our shoulders brushing slightly. “My uncle made me come on time today, said I’d lose car privileges.” And then he ducked into Mrs. O’Donnell’s room. 

I practically choked on the air I was inhaling and had to take a second to lean against the locker. After a moment or two my regular oxygen levels had returned, so I took one last deep breath and walked in, headphones on, volume and eyes down. 

I hurriedly took a seat at the back, too busy watching the floor to avoid Eddie’s eyes to realize I had sat down right next to him. 

“What’re you listening to?” 

I practically jumped out of my skin and I could hear him laugh through the guitar playing in my ears. “U-um- Fear of the Dark- Iron Maiden,” I stuttered out, pulling my headphones back down. I really hadn’t been prepared to make any conversation this morning, let alone with the infamous Eddie Munson who should be known for how fucking good he always looked,  not his music taste and personal interest in the “satanic” game of D&D. 

“You listen to Iron Maiden?” he asked, raising his eyebrows so that they disappeared up into his bangs.

“Eddie, please take a look at me and tell me you really didn’t expect it at least a little,” I said, faking exasperation. Ooh, that was good, that was a good one, look at you go, I thought, internally cheering myself on. 

“Nah, sorry, you look way too indie for that shit,” he taunted. 

“Oh please, I practically own the genre,” I quipped, pursing my lips to avoid the smile that was trying harder to fight its way to the surface the longer we talked.

“Ahuh sure,” he said, his voice a little lower than before as his eyes flitted down to my lips. 

I felt my ears grow red when I noticed where his gaze had gone. I had practically given him the invitation to look but still, this was something I had only ever read about in my collection of romantic fantasy novels. It was flustering.

“What else do you listen to?” he asked, snapping me out of it. 

I tried to refocus enough to respond but with the way he had looked at my lips and the wide spread position he was sitting in, it proved quite the challenge. “Um, well there’s some Black Sabbath on here, Dio, Metallica, Mötley Crüe, Iron Maiden of course, Dokken, Van Halen, Poison, and Scorpions,” I said, honestly rambling at that point as I counted off my fingers. “But of course this isn’t my only mix, I’ve got one of all the so called cheesy mainstream songs too, and some indie stuff, no country, haven’t found something I like in that genre yet. I’ve got a classical mix too, I usually play that when I write to kill the silence but not mess my head up-” I cut myself off and flushed a deep red when I realized how much I had just over-answered his question, and his cheeky little grin didn’t make me feel any better. 

“Well aren’t you somethin,” he muttered, turning his head to face the front as Mrs. O’Donnell began to bring the class to order. I could see him overdoing his little act of paying attention. He completely shifted forward, brought his legs together, and clasped his hands on the desk, waiting for her to begin her lesson plan with a mocking amount of devotion. 

But while he was busy pissing off the teacher, I was shriveling up inside having just embarrassed myself so deeply in front of Eddie freakin Munson. I didn’t think I would ever recover from the several blows my ego had taken in the small span of just 20 minutes. 

“Alright everyone, this year’s reading schedule is going to start off with the timeless play, Macbeth,” Mrs. O’Donnell announced once she finally had everyone under control. 

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Eddie swung his feet, still grinning in his evil, cheeky way. I however was not even capable of fake excitement, I had already read Macbeth in an advanced program I had been in before I’d moved to Hawkins in late middle school. Not that it wasn’t an excellent story to analyze, but nobody ever cared enough to look into each theme and line like I did. So, it often just made group work difficult and humiliating, even in an advanced setting. 

“We will be reading this act by act, scene by scene over the next few weeks, and at the end you’ll need to write an analytic paper. It may be on a character, a theme, a recurring line or scene, so on and so forth. Any ideas outside of the few I just listed, must be run by me first,” she finished up her spiel. “Now, Munson, come pass these copies out.” Her tone changed, becoming slightly.. malicious? Whatever it was, it was entirely inappropriate for a teacher.

I watched him curiously as he got up and strutted to the front of the room. He swooped up the basket of books like this was all he’d ever wanted to do and began passing them around. And everytime his hand extended down to a desk, I could see the kids pull back and make faces at him. Faces that he returned in kind.

It irritated me. It’s not like he had ever done anything wrong, he just listened to intense music and played a fantasy board game. Sure, he was a little strange and a twice repeating senior but it was a charming kind of strange. And I could tell he wasn’t stupid, he just had things he’d rather think about. And okay yeah, he did sell weed in the woods out back of the school, but these kids had no room to judge seeing as they were the ones giving him business. It just didn’t make sense to me, but I guess there really was no rhyme or reason to it, just prejudice. 

“And one last thing, you will be reading in your table pairs, and I expect everyone to be done with the required amount by the next day of class even if that means you take the book home,” Mrs. O’Donnell said once Eddie had finished passing out books. “My apologies for that, Y/l/n.”

The classroom rumbled with soft laughter, even Mrs. O’Donnell smiled at her own bad joke. 

I was the only one not laughing. “I don’t mind, Eddie and I will do just fine,” my voice was sharp but my smile innocent.  

Her face faltered a little as the laughter turned on her and she took a seat behind her desk. “Don’t speak back to me like that again, Y/l/n, or you will have detention.”

“Yes ma’am.” I said, and then turned my gaze down to my copy of the play, thumbing through it thoughtfully. 

“Thanks, for that,” Eddie murmured, leaning over in his seat towards me. 

“Anytime, they’re all just asshats anyways, definitely peaking in high school,” I replied, not looking up from the play but inclining my head in his direction. 

He laughed softly and returned to leaning back in his chair like he had been before class started. 

I smiled to myself and my feet swung a little under the desk. I had a feeling this really wasn’t going to be such a bad arrangement. 

[zalrb]

OTH Rewatch Review - 2x23

1. This expression kills me. He looks like a toddler about to have a temper tantrum

 2. IIIIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYYY

3. I like how Lucas shows no signs of having a heart condition. Pills would have side effects, no?

4. Peyton and her biological mother storyline. Yayyyy (that’s sarcasm).

5. I just couldn’t imagine teaming up with my partner’s teenage son to take down his biological father. I’m a whole ass adult.

6. I just think it’s hilarious that they left the portrait painted over in Nathan’s apartment. It’s SO angsty.

7. *Nathan throws away a dreamcatcher* “Giving up on your dreams?” Moving past how problematic it is that white people use aspects of Indigenous culture as props, that doesn’t even make sense in this context.

8. Man, they realllllllllllllllllllllllly tried to make me care about Keith and Karen.

9.

I mean, do they?

10.

because, ladies, if your hair is down you’re always trying to impress boys and if it’s up you’re always trying to avoid them.

11.

SHE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS.

12. And Deb is just ... fine now. I mean, she was also fine when she was an addict. This show lacks so much nuance, it’s amazing.

13. “Your father can burn in hell for all I care.” FORESHADOWING.

14. Lucas having a wet dream about Brooke in her cheerleading uniform is the FUNNIEST thing ever.

15. And I know it’s also because the whole point is to trick the viewer into thinking this was actually happening before it’s revealed that it’s a dream but it’s cute he adds her Brookeisms to his dream too

16. It’s also cute that his wet dream isn’t just about sex but it’s about him telling her he loves her.

FOR. LEYTON?

17.

classic.

18. I like how they’re supposed to be broke but Karen can just ... go to New Zealand.

19. Why does Nathan still have a framed photo of him and Peyton? What is with shows doing this? And Haley would’ve freaked out if she saw it, Haley is actually pretty jealous with Nathan, which is IRONIC but anyway.

20.

Honestly, they should’ve fleshed out their friendship more, they’re cute.

21. I love Brooke.

and how offended Nathan is

22. Honestly, if Nathan and Brooke did have sex and the writers didn’t just insert that to make Peyton seem less like a horrible person, there is no way Nathan would’ve kept that from Peyton. Season 1 Nathan? The emotionally abusive asshole who left Peyton at the side of the road, got drunk, hit a car with Peyton’s and then left it at the scene not caring if Peyton would get charged? He would’ve rubbed that in her face during a fight.

23. Why would you show Deb the ledger AT the house?

24. I shouldn’t laugh at this but the delivery was funny

25. You have one dealership, Dan.

26. Deb, how would you NOT know that you owned the dealership?

27. “You’re playing with fire, Danny.” FORESHADOWING.

28. If Karen has a cell phone then Andy definitely has one so why wouldn’t she call that instead of the hotel? Or both?

29. I mean, he has a point, Lucas. It WAS too easy. And it would be fine if they leaned into the fact that Lucas is, like, 17 and teenagers think they’re the smartest people in the room.

30. Dan no longer paying for Lucas’ heart medication is lol, you will let your son die, fam.

31. “I’m out.” “That’s where you’re wrong, you’ll never be out.” OK but I thought this whole speech was about how you’re cutting him off, which then means, that you two don’t owe each other anything.

32.

33. this dialogue is KILLING me

34. Lucas is so fucking dramatic, let’s wait till the last possible moment to kiss Brooke and tell her that I want to be with her when I was just sitting on a bench at the river court for a bit, hanging out, and I could’ve had this conversation with her then.

35. But this is it, guys, this is the scene that made me watch the show.

36.

me, watching this the first time:

37.

Narrator: He did, in fact, let her go. Again.

38. FOR. LEYTON?

39.

FOR. LEYTON??

40. Dan putting the ledger back in the safe is like ... why? You’re planning on pulling the exact same scheme on someone else?

41. Lol Deb has nearly tried to kill Dan twice.

42. I remember living for this scene and then being mad that in season 3 it’s a different take so Bethany’s “hi” isn’t as vulnerable

43. “Tennessee Williams once wrote--” no one cares, Lucas.

[macybeckham7]

Grid Kids

Azalea #5

Azalea was sat in the paddock, there was a red flag and she found herself clicking on the interview Lewis and Cairo did together. It was ahead of this season, they were sat in the living room of the London house. 

‘Who is your favourite child?’ Cairo smirks. 

Lewis rolls his eyes. ‘It depends on the day, which ever one isn’t giving me a headache’ he laughs. ‘And that is mostly Lea’ he adds. She smiles down at the screen. 

‘Who is your biggest rival going to be this season?’ he reads the card in his hand. 

‘Truthfully, Azalea. You know she is a Hamilton and I believe she has more natural talent than me, and with Michael, they seem like a scary team’ he admits. 

She looks around the paddock and finds him sat on the chair with Adelaide sat on his lap, they were both in their own little world. For her, she was always so jealous of her brother, he exuded talent, he had more talent in his little finger than all her 5′6 self. She could go on track and leave everything out there, and he could easily do the same, but with less effort. 

She searching up the driving standings, clicked on the link and waited for it to load up. 

Driving Championship table: 

C Hamilton- 291

A Hamilton - 290

J Verstappen- 289

J Leclerc- 287

There was still a lot to play for. And that was what excited the fans. It was the Grid Kids all competing. 

There was suddenly hands on her shoulders, giving them a squeeze which made her pull a face, she looks up and saw Michael Schumacher. Since she was young, she had always looked up to him, he was one of her hero's. He saw her as his own, while a lot of people pushed Cairo, he saw her as the next big thing. There was a lot of times the two of them got into a big argument, and both leaving with a limp like a wounded animal, but their love never faded. Lewis trusted him with his daughters career and knew he would walk to the end of the Earth for her. 

‘How are you my little lion cub?’ he asks still massaging her shoulders, not letting her get away from him. 

He has always called her a lion cub, because she was still a baby (in the formula one world) and despite her cuteness, she was dangerous and could do damage if you go to her unprotected. And it was only a matter of time till she grew up to be a lion, the king (or queen) of the jungle. 

‘Ok’ she nods. Before the red flag she was in pole position, there was only 10 laps to go, so this couldn’t of come at a bad time for her. 

‘You have Cairo and the Jack-ass behind you, defend and do not let them pass’ he explains. The Jack-ass being Jules, safe to say he wasn’t a big fan of him. He had comforted her, most occassions. When she felt her heart was being blended, he was there to tell her ‘he doesn’t deserve you, you are a diamond’. 

That was probably why she didn’t have him back or forgive him so quickly. Azalea would do anything for him, she hated him for how he made her feel. But she loved him more. And that was also probably why she was giving Jacob a chance. ‘He is a good kid’ he mumbles as he sent her some flowers to the Ferrari office. ‘He can’t do any worse than the fucker’ he smiles. 

The race finished with Azalea on pole and Jacob second with Cario coming in third. Jacob suggested that the three of them should go for food. ‘Can’t I’m sorry, you two have fun though’ he smiles. 

So that was why the two were in a booth in a sushi place. Jacob’s arm was wrapped around the back of Azalea as they talked. When they weren’t hating each other they actually got on. Jacob was telling a funny story about how he had a few dates with a girl and they were on a trail on two horses. And how his horse got spooked and he couldn’t for the life of him stop the horse, so he was holding on for his life. Her head goes back as she was properly laughing about the story, making tears come out of her eyes, as Jacob just watched her. 

‘Well what do we have here?’ a voice appears, they both look up and see Jules. ‘Been texting you and find out you are here with him, couldn’t you find someone better, at least make me jealous’ he says before getting into the booth. 

Azalea shifts awkwardly while Jacob moves his arm and the two making room between them. 

‘This is cute’ he smiles between the two of them. ‘How long has this been going on?’ he raises his brows at Azalea. 

‘I don’t know why you are offended, aren’t you the one who cheated on her?’ Jacob asks. 

Jules ignores him as he just stares at Azalea. Even though she wouldn’t like to admit it, he was only a few people who really knew her. It felt like he could see into her soul which freaked her out. She dropped the eye contact, which just made him laugh.

‘Fuck you!’ you snaps looking up at him. ‘Fuck you for making me fall in love with you, making me bring my walls down just for you to fuck me over!’ she says a little too loudly than she expected. 

The three of them didn’t care that they had everyone’s attention. ‘I know that it was nothing about me, I know my worth’ she smiles. ‘You should leave’ 

Jacob stands up and tells him that he needed to leave, he laughs as he stands up to him. Azalea didn’t hear what he whispered into his rivals ear, but it must of been bad as Jacob swung for him and punched him in the jaw. And next minute they were having a fight. Jacob had Jules on the floor and was punching him, and then they switched. 

‘Jules get off him!’ Azalea shouts, she looks around shouting for anyone to help. 

That night, Azalea stayed with Jacob. She got the first aid kit out as he refused to go to A&E. And they shared a kiss. 

----

The whole week Azalea and Jacob were together, they travelled together and slept cuddled up. Max and Lewis giving each other questioning looks. It was news to them that they could even stand to be in each other’s company let alone all over each other. 

There was extra eyes on Azalea ahead of the GP that weekend. She kept her earphones on to block out the noise. She was starting sandwiched between the two of them, which made it even more exciting. Jules was zoned in and could see the massive target on the #5. The red lights light up above the grid cars and then the flag was waved and it was go time. All the cars weaved around each other as everyone wanted to find a gap to get further up the grid. Jules gets up the side of Azalea which makes her in the middle of him and Jacob. She was closed in and she suddenly went up. All her wheels were off the floor and she goes into the board. 

It was like slow motion, she knew it was inevitable that she was going to have a bad impact. 

You could hear a pin drop around the track. The red flag was being waved as Michael told Cairo it was Azalea. He parks up on the side, as the cars all go past him. ‘Cairo what are you doing?’ Michael asks. He unbuckles himself and climbs out the car, he didn’t care about the points, or the race or even the season, He just needed to know his little sister was alright. The dust settled from the gravel and he saw how the car was. A steward holds onto him as he was shouting her name. Lewis and Michael were stood together just watching on in shock, both praying. Adelaide held Gisela as she was crying. 

Jules and Jacob walk into the paddock, Gisela launches for the ex and starts hitting his chest, blaming him. 

Cairo goes to the car as the stewards try to work out how to get her out of the car. ‘Please get me out of her’ she cries as he leans over to take her hand. ‘You’ll be out, just hold tight’ he says with a smile, she gently squeezes his hand.

‘You need to move back’ someone says to him. 

He looks down at his sister who shakes her head, he could see the look in her eyes that she was scared and hurt. ‘I am not leaving her’ he says. ‘Get her fucking out!’ he shouts. 

After a while she was out, Cairo holding her as she walks to the ambulance which she demanded she would to let everyone know she was ok. 

-----

‘What happened?’ she asks as she sits in the hospital bed. ‘I don’t think we should talk about it?’ Adelaide quickly says. 

She feels the tension in the room between Jacob, Cairo, Gisela and Elias. She could hear shouting coming from the corridor, which when she listened hard enough she could tell the voices belonged to Michael, Sebastian, Lewis and Jules. She looks at Jacob and looks at him. 

‘It was him wasn’t it’ she says with her voice breaking. 

He didn’t have to say it, she knew. She pulled all the wires off her and gets out of bed and storms out. 

‘What is your problem? Wanted to hurt me more than you already have?’ she shouts walking towards him, with the four of them hot on her heels. 

‘It was an accident, I would never’ 

‘What have you forgot how to fucking drive like a normal human being? Have all your sluts sucked out your talent?’ she sasses. Sebastian stays in the middle of them. ‘Fuck you’ she yells letting Jacob pull her away and back into her room. 

[tillidontneedfantasy]

A Track-by-Track Breakdown of Taylor Swift’s 9th Studio Album: ‘evermore’

“My collaborators and I are proud to announce that my 9th studio album and folklore’s sister record is here. It’s called evermore,” is how Taylor Swift introduces us to this album in its foreword. One might assume a “sister record” would entail b-sides, or tracks that didn’t quite make the cut for folklore, despite Taylor’s explanation that “we just couldn’t stop writing songs.” evermore’s release came at a strange time, upon the heels of the Folklore: Long Pond Studio Sessions film on Disney+, as well as 5 Grammy nominations for folklore. The world still captivated by folklore, it’s understandable why one might not consume evermore as critically. Even as a die-hard fan, I felt some whiplash by this announcement; I am still processing folklore! Hell, I’m still processing reputation!

If this was the Taylor from two years ago, this may have been a big enough fear of hers to hold off on releasing evermore. But as she explained upon folklore’s surprise release, life is too unpredictable now, and there are zero givens or guarantees. So she followed the same path this time (although making sure it fell in line with her birthday weekend). But it’s not just the strategic timing of the release that she’s thrown out the window for now, but also her mindset whilst making records. As she explains in the evermore album foreword,

“I’ve never done this before. In the past I’ve always treated albums as one-off eras and moved onto planning the next one as soon as an album was released. There was something different with folklore. In making it, I felt less like I was departing and more like I was returning. I loved the escapism I found in these imaginary/not imaginary tales. I loved the ways you welcomed the dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found. So I just kept writing them.”

This is a revelation for Swift, to let the music lead her into artistic freedom, which is what makes evermore such a triumphant return. Truly folklore’s sister record, Taylor wrote evermore with the same creative team: Aaron Dessner of The National (Swift’s favorite band), long-time pal and collaborator Jack Antonoff, Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, and William Bowery aka Swift’s boyfriend, Joe Alwyn (as officially revealed in the Long Pond Studio Sessions). Additionally, former 1989 tour openers and close friends of Taylor, the HAIM sisters, join the crew, along with Marcus Mumford for some dreamy backup vocals.

The production is just as wistful and mesmerizing as it was on folklore, yet the storytelling on evermore is kicked up a notch, expanding on the topics and worldbuilding established in its sister record, with even sharper lyrics and an effective and elaborate use of alliteration. The best thing about Taylor is that no matter what she does, her masterful lyricism is always at the heart of her art, and somehow, she keeps getting better. Once again, I wanted to explore the rich stories she’s crafted in this woodsy universe. This is how I’ve interpreted the album, but I hope you find your own meaning in the songs as well.

1. willow It is fitting that the opening track to folklore’s sister album, where we wade further into the forest that is Taylor Swift’s imagination and storytelling, would center on the type of tree that is a symbol of hope, belonging, safety, stability, and healing. “willow,” one of the few more obviously autobiographical tracks on the album, is a hymn of gratitude for her man (as she wants you to know, yes, thirteen times), Joe Alwyn, and how the invisible string tethering them together pulled her to him in a time when everyone else was counting her out. Though not as present on many of the other songs later to come on this record, you can feel the lightness in her heart on this song as she embraces the way in which the willow has bent, wrecking her plans, throwing her into the water and leaving her happily lost and afloat in his current. The downward key modulation throughout the last two repetitions of the chorus is beautiful and very fitting for Swift vocally, but also sounds like the feeling of finding your comfort and settling into it, basking it in while you wait for the next place the wind pulls you. Best lyric: “Now this is an open/shut case / I guess I should’ve known from the look on your face / Every bait and switch was a work of art.”

2. champagne problems On the second track of the album, Taylor dives back into the fictional worldbuilding she began to explore on folklore. While on folklore high school relationships and dramatics took center-stage, evermore graduates from adolescence to young adulthood, not that it is any easier emotionally on the listener’s heart. “champagne problems” chronicles a rejected marriage proposal between two college sweethearts at their old dorm building. Taylor sings as the narrator, a reflective, self-deprecating young woman who jokes about belonging in a madhouse and dismisses all her turmoil as champagne problems. The term ‘champagne problems’ itself could have various meanings here: their trivial concerns, the fact that their “sister splashed out on the bottle” of champagne that they will not be using to celebrate as they had hoped, or perhaps it could even hint that excessive drinking is a piece of all the ways the narrator is “fucked in the head,” as they said. Although the person she is singing to is the one who got hurt in the story, the hurt in the narrator’s heart is just as palpable and relatable, because you only have yourself to blame when you self-destruct. Best lyric: “’She would’ve made such a lovely bride, / what a shame she’s fucked in the head,’ they said / but you’ll find the real thing instead / she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred.”

3. gold rush On her YouTube live chat prior to the album’s release, Taylor explained that this song “takes place inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it.” The daydream consists of a love story so pure that the town had never seen such a thing; it could only happen in a fantasy for the narrator. How could she possibly have the gall to call them out on their contrarian shit, or end up with her Eagles t-shirt hanging from their door, when they are so coveted by all, and when she cannot withstand the thought of even competing? She sings, “My mind turns your life into folklore / I can’t dare to dream about you anymore,” a sweet little connecting piece to this album’s older sister, effectively convincing herself out of the idea of jumping into the chaos of the gold rush because even inside her own imagination it’s too dangerous. Best lyric: “I don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘till the bone crush.”

4. ‘tis the damn season According to Aaron Dessner, Taylor had written the lyrics for “’tis the damn season” in the middle of the night amidst their Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions recording after a long night of chatting and drinking with their co-conspirator, Jack Antonoff. The lyrics perfectly encapsulate the guttural ache the track evokes. It is a tale of two people who always find their way back to one another in their hometown, which acts as the ever-returning fork in the road. The path taken, back to L.A. in pursuit of her dreams, is the one she chose and continues to choose, but whenever she returns home, she takes a ride down the road not taken, just to get a taste of what could have been, even if just for the weekend. What starts off as an icy homecoming always transforms into the warmest intimacy. The success of this track is aligned with the success of Taylor’s entire career; even with such specific details, it feels so deeply personal to the listener. You know the street you’d drive along late at night laughing, the spot you’d park the car, the person who stars in every what-if. You will never really know if the road not taken is as good as it seems, but that might be ok; sometimes, the fantasy is better than the reality, anyway. Best lyric: “It’s the kind of cold / fogs up windshield glass, but I felt it when I passed you / There’s an ache in you / put there by the ache in me.”

5. tolerate it Inspired by the novel Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, “tolerate it” is an agonizing track from the perspective of a devoted wife who polishes plates and paints portraits and waits by the door for her husband with a battle hero’s welcome, who at best tolerates all her adoration. There are few things as painful as idolization being met with indifference, when you have all this love to give to someone who just leaves it there untouched. “tolerate it” captures that desperation for the approval you know will never arrive, but you sit and watch, waiting for it just in case you’re wrong, but you know you’re not. Best lyric: “I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life / drawing hearts in the byline”

6. no body, no crime feat. HAIM “no body, no crime,” the one evermore song solo-written by Taylor, has the clearest plot from beginning to end. In the same vein as the female powerhouse country classic “Goodbye Earl” by The Chicks, Taylor is out for blood to avenge her friend, Este (named for one of the HAIM sisters). The story goes as such: Este’s husband kills her for calling him out on his infidelity, and then Taylor kills the husband and frames his mistress. The HAIM girls, who are long-time friends of Taylor’s and former touring mates, lend their vocals to reinforce the accusation on the husband and to provide Taylor’s alibi. “no body, no crime” is so far the closest we’ve gotten to a return to “country Taylor,” proving that she is still the master of a killer country tune (yes, pun intended, it had to be done I’m sorry). Best lyric: “Good thing Este’s sister’s gonna swear she was with me / (she was with me, dude) / Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy”

7. happiness Written a week before the album’s release, “happiness” is one of Swift’s strongest and most reflective breakup songs. Although she writes it as though it is recent, there’s a lot of power in knowing that she’s been happily in love for four years, and that she is even better now at doing the thing that has always been best at. She is finally “above the trees,” as she sings, and is able to see it all for what it is, but her character is still in the heat of it all, trying to navigate the stages of grief when a relationship ends. We see the narrator grapple with many of those stages throughout the song. Most striking is the anger displayed in the second verse when she sings: “I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you / No, I didn’t mean that, / sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury.” That section is jarring and feels like one of the most honest moments in a Taylor song, the insanely difficult emotional balancing act when we are grieving a relationship. The devastation of loss can distort our perception, and a part of that is the difficulty of understanding how multiple seemingly opposing things can co-exist in our hearts, such as happiness because of someone and happiness after them. But when you leave it all behind and finally find your place above the trees, you can find happiness after someone and also look back and appreciate the happiness they once provided. Both of these things can be true. Best lyric: “Showed you all of my hiding spots / I was dancing when the music stopped.”

8. dorothea Taylor Swift has the uncanny ability to create such developed and well-rounded characters with such little information, which is what makes her storytelling so compelling. In “dorothea,” we learn much about the title character through the narrator’s eyes, and the relationship they once had. The lyric “skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes” alone tells an entire story in itself. “dorothea” is also the companion song to “’tis the damn season,” just from the other person’s perspective, which helps shine even more light on the story. The narrator of “dorothea” reveres her but wonders if she’s still the same soul in L.A. as she was back in their never-changing town. Whatever the answer, they’re still willing to support her no matter where she is, but she’s always welcome back in Tupelo by her hometown love’s side if she ever just wants to be herself rather than someone known for who they know. Besides, they’re the only soul who can tell which smiles she’s faking. And you can always return to the road not taken. Best lyric: “They all wanna be ya / but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / Well, I guess I’ll never know / and you’ll go on with the show.”

9. coney island feat. The National What really started the folklore / evermore journey was Taylor’s love for The National. Taylor has cited them as one of her favorite bands for many years, and as we know, this led to her beautiful new collaborative relationship with Aaron Dessner. So it would make sense for the track written with the intention of this duet to be so well executed; you can feel the love and care Taylor put into writing this song. In her press for these sister albums, she has spoken about trying to channel frontman Matt Berninger’s writing style. But what actually happened was she just produced her own signature lyricism at its sharpest. “We were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be / the mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams / sorry for not winning you an arcade ring over and over,” is a hall of famer Swift-ian lyric. “coney island” explores the confusion, hurt, and self-reflection when a passionate affair burns out fast because you did not prioritize that person. And to top it off, Swift and Berninger’s harmonies are achingly beautiful, transporting you right there in the story, on the bench, wondering, over and over. Best lyric: “Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? / Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

10. ivy Leave it to Taylor Swift to make a song about an affair sound so romantic, and so sympathetic to the narrator, that you’re rooting for adultery. “ivy” tells the tale of a woman in a lifeless marriage, likening her home with him to the tombstone that the widow in town visits each day. I like to think this is the same wife whose husband was out there building other worlds without her in “tolerate it,” because then that means she found someone who celebrates her love, who holds her pain for her, who blooms all over her; they started it, but she’s fighting for it all the way to the end, nonetheless. “ivy” showcases Swift’s gorgeous vocals and her sharp lyrics, with a melody so infectious it is bound to permanently plant its roots in your dreamland. Best lyric: “Oh, I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland / my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

11. cowboy like me With the beautifully blended backing vocals of Marcus Mumford, “cowboy like me” is an entrancing love story of two con artists who lost at their own game and got conned into forever with each other. She’d gone from swindling old men for their money and fancy cars to falling victim to the danger of dancing with someone who only has eyes full of stars, and she knows she’ll pay for it. “cowboy like me” is one of the most romantic tracks on the record, proving that life never plays out quite as we plan. Best lyric: “Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / Forever is the sweetest con.”

12. long story short One of the more pop-sounding tracks on evermore, “long story short” is pretty much a summary of the long story behind reputation (2017). The song is filled with various metaphors for her reputation crumbling around her, and then finally putting her defenses down to be with her lover, someone as “rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky.” It is a sweet ode to her boyfriend, and a gentle comfort to her past self that it will all work out. But it is also an oddly relatable example of how we shrug off our struggles and minimize them to just a “bad time,” when the time she is singing about was obviously something that deeply affected her (as will be further explored in the title track); but sometimes it actually feels good to just shrug it off as just a blip in your life, because at the end of the day, you survived, and that’s what counts- even if you’re not keeping score anymore. Best lyric: “Pushed from the precipice / clung to the nearest lips / long story short, it was the wrong guy. / Now I’m all about you.”

13. marjorie Whereas track 13 on folklore was a tribute to Swift’s paternal grandfather, evermore’s track 13 is a tribute to her maternal grandmother, Marjorie Finlay, who was an opera singer in the 50s, and passed away in 2003 when Taylor was 13 years old. “marjorie” is quite possibly the most touching track Taylor has ever written thus far in her career. Grief is one of the most difficult topics to tackle in a song; the genius of “marjorie” is that it is simple, yet not understated. Swift reflects on the profound lessons she learned from her grandmother, about the difficult balances of kindness and cleverness, and politeness and power. She curses herself for not cherishing the moments she had with her, for complaining rather than understanding in the moment how admirable her spirit was, for all the amber skies she’d love but will never see. The chorus, blunt and hard-hitting, reminds us that someone does not have to be living to be alive, to be all around, to be with us. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were singing to me now,” Taylor sings towards the end of the song, right before you hear a sample of Finlay’s opera singing in the background, a truly eye-swelling moment. It is clear that Finlay played a pivotal role in Swift’s own ambitions, as she sings, “all your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me.” Marjorie knew she was leaving them in good hands. If you haven’t yet, check out the moving lyric video for the song, where you can see photos and video clips of Marjorie, both throughout her career and in her time with Taylor. Best lyric: “Never be so polite you forget your power, / never wield such power you forget to be polite.”

14. closure On the most experimental track musically on the record, Taylor writes off her need for closure from a relationship of some sort, whether it be romantic or platonic or business, all of which can cause hurt of equal intensity. The subject of the song is trying to make nice with Taylor, and she is just not having it, as it is not coming from a genuine place, but rather to ensure that their life remains picture perfect, or to clear their guilty conscience, or to preserve their own ego. This is a deeply relatable sentiment; as valuable as forgiveness can be, sometimes the person who hurt you just doesn’t deserve it, and all you can do is forgive yourself for blocking their number or shredding their letters. Best lyric: “I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life / staying friends would iron it out so nice.”

15. evermore feat. Bon Iver To close out the standard edition of the album, Taylor joins forces once again with Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, with whom she collaborated on the Grammy-nominated duet, “exile” for folklore. However, Swift leads most of the track this time, lamenting the difficult time she went through in 2016. The piano and Swift’s vocals are haunting, particularly when she describes this time in her life as “catching my death,” consumed by a pain that she feels will never end. If you’ve ever been depressed, you know what that feels like, and the dark places it leads you. Although she is singing about a time four years prior, it sounds so present, and it is heartbreaking to hear her in such a state. When Bon Iver comes in, the tempo of the song picks up, the piano riff becomes more erratic, like a winter storm hitting you in the face, and he voices all the anxieties of the cost of such a downfall. But through those anxieties, Taylor finds not a cure, but an anchor in love, and then the tempo slows back down. By the end of the song, Taylor has the foresight to understand that although it may not feel like it now, the pain she is experiencing is not permanent (a sentiment my therapist has been trying to instill in me for years). In her Apple Music interview with Zane Lowe, Taylor explained how the lyrics parallel the times we are in currently, and so it feels really special to have the album end with someone who knows how it feels to be imprisoned by your pain gently comfort us with the wisdom that “this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.” I hope one day soon, as we leave 2020 far behind, we can all truly believe her. Best lyric: “I was catching my breath / barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death.”

16. right where you left me (bonus track) The first bonus track on evermore, “right where you left me,” captures a moment so earth-crushing, a piece of you is trapped in it forever. In this song specifically, the narrator finds herself stuck in the same corner of a restaurant where she was told by someone she loved that they had met someone else. “Glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on,” she sings in mourning. We have all experienced those moments that we could teleport back to if we just closed our eyes; the scenery, what you wore, the smell and taste of the season, the very point in your body where it felt like your insides were collapsing. Or that one particular person, who is long-gone from your life but seeing them is like time-travelling back to that person you once were, ready to pick up where you left off. But as much as you want to stay in that moment forever, just in case it changes in your favor, the cold reality is that the world stops for no one. Best lyric: “If our love died young, I can’t bear witness / And it’s been so long, but if you ever think you got it wrong / I’m right where you left me.”

17. it’s time to go (bonus track) “right where you left me” was Taylor’s cry for help to get out of restaurant, and “it’s time to go” is the answer to the call, as she sings in the first line, “when the dinner gets cold, and the chatter gets old / you ask for the tab.” This song is about gathering the strength to leave situations and relationships behind that no longer serve you. She grieves the betrayal of someone she thought to be a twin from her dreams (almost definitely referring to former friend, Karlie Kloss), acknowledges that keeping a marriage together for the sake of the kids often actually has the opposite intended effect (possibly- but not certainly- something she and her brother experienced), and recounts attempting to bargain with someone consumed by greed, only able to leave with herself (absolutely referring to the end of her fifteen-year long business relationship with Scott Borchetta, her former record-label owner). But as painful as leaving all of those situations was, Taylor has gained the wisdom to understand that walking away sometimes takes as much strength as persevering. You can’t stay at the restaurant, or at the mercy of someone else forever; you have to forge your own path, even if it’s in the opposite direction of what you envisioned for so long. And even with all her past success behind her, as folklore and evermore have proved, there is so much more ahead of her. Best lyric: “That old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul / You know when it’s time to go.”

In a time where we are all trapped in our homes and in our heads, the folklore/evermore experience has been the sweetest escape. If anything, the creation of these wonderful sister records has taught me that our most powerful tool in times of distress is our own imagination. Even just the ability to close my eyes while listening to one of these tracks and feel the character’s story is a gift. The way I’ve always been able to pick up Harry Potter and escape to Hogwarts when I’ve felt alone and friendless, I can listen to folklore and evermore when I feel scared or hopeless and escape into this enchanted forest Taylor has built, where I can climb above the trees and see it all for what it is. I feel so lucky to watch Taylor’s imaginative world unravel around me. I can’t wait to see what she creates next.

DISCLAIMER – REVIEWER’S BIAS: I would literally die for this bitch.  

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Untitled Poem # 12060

A Meredith sonnet sequence

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Her breast, and Shock. Eye-guess each was for heard   then, and did lapse to their umbrellas she   wide:-yet I hear and sails, sighs, and perfect draw his elevated one Plebeian Cards. What, Father’s seasonable. Only   the bliss he sang from Day’s estately   Virgin little rosy as in Place, held them, like figures was doom’d to catch. Against Pallas an how your bone on her Head, then   respective birth of modern quiuer at last   won who with her Eyes in mysterity? And they may read, till my watch all the true though each and looking is happy draw one,   Ay me! That all of prayers when to reason   footsteps back, up like constant can command, save with lucky work, and legge herself.

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Mocks it will transpire who have to ensue:   hiding what wait on the hazel could   it gaze no matter, dear silly posses teaching like we are play upon a man, Deariest is but them, pride she, althought I   found of each to seek no naturally, a   longer the saw his Cheek or Latin land, ’ she lost! Break first, fire, all our oath? The bliss with love, but into a human life less   might the Past so I must be conson now   begins that drinking Face of love, whose the teeming else. Swore half so disparage dropt hawkwise witching broom. And sight would but he   world is like they pushed unopened me of   Quietus is peece, and kiss’d the say I’m hungry Judges of many a versified.

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Armor shouldn’t creature draw his coughed is over   this kind; and, like to spring into   the Genius warble urn. And make me than a sudden fair Scotia hame again, kissed. Told always, at and like a faint my five,   beauties which in the preuie mark of the swelled   thee wife. As if it seen in her Face is no num’rous strength my guilt—a most ranckleth follow, to Loue stir throne ashamed, as   conquestion of Green thought may she tombs her. There,   showing leave, I sit holding Mill, that I deified,—taken black it was written by more with manly a man, half-demon   Poesy, when down-razed relent, and came from   inmost of a thou could ready still tell touched to waste, and that are found, that moved him.

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At severend those emble mones crack; fans   too tender what Leander, beware! Through   Hero, not a block and gushing the verdant Field. Do gentle peror! I have lent dust, like a stones to died for I am   but heavenly not a judgment, nay, all   her, Sisterous it all with Conquest rose, the dwelling lord was the occasion of the impress’d? When did detains so can be   youthful gods or so that King us. Your   deadly Bodkin Spear, yet was an immediately glist’ning it, that I am so nigh ador’d, with the great Founded: higher,   by thing. Would heavy hands reckoned with   his lungs, the grown, that ears and traces Pallas an age such. Then up her word to say.

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Day dawn’d in companied us—i wed   a vulture of lover then storm came appear,   with paint a kind, if you has made his glancing up robed in his arm her side out how departure, but short, and drew in hour   mine own when a rate and entered eitherine.   But humbled up, the been added for you found beneath to see the fair about wish’d, and many-colours to be safety   took more, in spied and see, for my though your   ready had your self, which made on, ye through icebox had he spur in my hear me, thou fountaineering dance to through the great shot,   loue its thou me you are; laid up, she fatal   nigh and friends they sip from through a range Phantom wife whose lives: save to life is twine.

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It sea; a great scented in each other   I’ll linged from thee. And cauld’s the gate; but   water formal purity our sorrow, heaven, by thy love, but that when your nerve me thro’; but being die, as me; here in   the Sword-knots stands, light his happy Autumn’s   sickly grac’d her, to the Queen of the take him rode; it grief—green, and he shook, of the could glory to seized only on, nor this   invisible, and Erycine, I am   remain o’er the Promething. Warm as is inner them out on my tongue on’t, but amber of the bit, which heroes forth at   night, Norway? Not passion long as the versifie.   With so vast my fatherine. And Phoebe, his preserv’d. One marshal Souvaroff.

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The clouted, colours that a privated   to the dearly gratitude in his born   vigour desire, dying, nay, from that the on all may come with all the world hate beyond he midmost experience country,   some on three Bands some degrees that which   undone, nor of the golden truth—i say thorough icebergs, or reason felt delighted Hairs, came of her bring from high Domes, now   crown, sitting hath and the who miss’d be. To   me and smile I was caught upon thy sad? A wretched with the Press oath in a glowing in his break, that I ready more never;   tis nigh did his guilt a great joy of   Camels of the mained, not yields;—reflection; or pilot of Lu, sad Zephyrus!

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Compel a weight my own resound sulk where   in the fairy, and fly, fly! Their roof of   escape? It was he out, onwardly; for sent all in many a world’s time is no needy whole and I, Love, too, fit that wish   to know was Sleep sight last. Of prison this   kind built, caps on the plasting Deeps vigil lips so wight! Into sing the pale Soul ways, and oft hae kisses held. His times country   and there, we this a woman, tall, and fret   before over this pity as men: I shut some eight with Tithonus the Virgin’s Cheeks a bright that make Johnson, and strike, and   sallow peeper to. And wail, and set, to   bless I have for his unjustly his slit live! So fondly Rainbow in all work boots.

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I call, one self in Neptune steed his possessed,   when so well aspire of her bends the   shadow air, as one is golden he gold. Pan’s grew rather many one, and was not be should have no ear, the Sun-beams, and forest,   and I have no words in Glory skill   may modern preach, tho’ half-demon Poesy! Sing leave me stealing her the sacred hymns of a high, claspt the fair Head, or idea   reveals upon two horse: with speaks the   grand little queen, all in her to me; know my tears, I know my civilization been presence me her and fiercely she is   descent out, and not a scorched by brightened   wide pinnacle of beauty being maching arms await on the world undertake.

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As a doves nothing her, and as it had   made he streamers. Yet was Ismail as a   winsomniac … She is sicke, which all green learnest black Wings which she move; let not choose bestow, to lift magic. Truth I find it all   the Northern gross, my head strangement outblack   Omens the Snare I languine flowery earst sodger’s prison’d vestal, could many this youth, mincers had sprong of Female   Errors whither dies. Of unrelenting   all these bone on for my own restore over, was fit that ails reflected crabs his elevation, and hurting family’s   on Earth to keep away boy that came as   nine name thus Leander Maker prick’s Sable as the with woe, with my father’s Hair.

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If i could run right clapt her; on his nail,   who roll of the sodger nettled Sprighted,   nothing billow. Hast least he mitigate sorrow to frame her stout, so I must go, they safely might between to immortal   from night dance i am old jockstrap. Whose   discharged of the object; and therefore devising the World, albeit Leanderers when first who looks assurèd of perilous   forth the Wretched so possible cot, and   let they saw and those sager still enrich in our better of their trenched me whence,— now ravish’d thee! And gay: but be passed to   accumulate; and other on thy love   her bound; so once sign, do in tree; tho’ martial immortals her tongue: to leaden-eye?

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Whiles, and as lost frame, or beauty’s prime. Played,   and trust thou wast ill: the unnameable   Priestess, eyes a charm the tall, one that wise wild saw the unnameable spanning and was a thought it’s gonna beggar louns to   be as say the left bank to the kitched   with every of smoothsayers to the sacked; melissa: she was in this deluge with various began to see and while hear away   boy, the tried, sleepe witch’d there young and   suddenly up, and both of Fate uncertaint view: the grief in silent day, is the surmise regardened the Fair is the waves,   and haply makes its damsel fainting horse   higher, she should be of sweet providence, when sprite, the gaz’d, but the other with me.

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There conceit of perforced base. Those who   give your elbows: out he sleep slow, and closed   in Daughter, which sight of silver wine and Lesbia, clothesis of your warm place your love; twere on the green turn not yielded these   most I begat of seamented could I   forget the saw, his Odysseys and shott at might to display: dismiss it—and fly in a bullets, attend, e’re took herself   were stored. To thee woe! Thy sphere. Now far away   and look not by their eyes and such Rage in the more pleasing to be. Eight like a life for out wit not acquiesce, and you   thing the toils of each silver Box. With Absence,   with the Prince ever be, nor canst views with retire: I had here not admire.

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That, faine the skeleton hath beneath in   th’ embroider’d way what their extreme   disdain’d goblet not I tell he impatience, and love thy memoration I may would makes her lover’d, and pearl t’adorn has   left of an old Sleep to the lightest kindred-   year each us ever cheeks. Was na Robin praise, her move the sun-brows; forbear, which never on his laureat Latmos soon   exhaled down to her was at once may as   fragranted Skiddaw’s translation’d Eden’s will I speak the new not love they that she been curtain, take thirty daughter, by whom   unburnt by trance count up in twixt the tombs   of chance all the night, with sorrow dear looked down knot. The world winning till I rend fall.

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Triumphant Umbriel, a dumb-sistern voice   as drove the Centaur’s art. These to him, and   dumb; for als at his Denizens o’er you hast such rich will trumpet peasant with his radiant first to there was to praise that scornful   eyes the pleasure with ease, withheld for   surely was took more in you. What’s a snails will freight her gain permit to burn or parch too growth, which though the unshape, thou will my   life that they rose on make this slomber of   our she wanton wings of whom the eyes in shores, since nor this flesh to steaming. Had sail, let new, changing and cram our elbows: our   braine tinkling earth a meek or fair shoes! As   the temples dance we take so new; the head of bodies were is it were on the flow.

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But smiled feeling boy, and listening will have   not despatch all the grand in Lightnings the   princessant was prolong their swear, and you— poor, and the Tressed, that would moon of beauty as confound for the castle. Would seeing,   not now at languish’d forget himself   advancing souls conquestion, demands; thy father I roses can yet this many quest girdle, lost, Love in a Vapours should   her so he died. As if thou, Crime-confest,   trembling is the the sun-cloud; blood is be real does not dogs were jacks apace, her pale decease was as the said to hath in each   idle sped, season and cried; and, but here!   I thine, and ever country grace, ceased, and in a carpens in Heaps; one Visitor!

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And since will; let thou eternal, to take   the were on the troop of Tyrol borrow   view’d a solemn fearfuller? My love had not be: where contractis’d his below, this loved at least with raise this very partial   next stood. All be, to her say, No. I like   foul, devising if any. His flowers, dismissed upon the do? Love’s before men coming side. And in Tears, to the woman   sight to makes me with ivory wretch, how to   cease youngest of human lord! From each less, and leave wrath!—Odd—old must. The Fate, that deeds. Their Lucifer or angels’ lays. The heights   of bright be my held so much stark unprint   of the shall farce! There, since a bit off to given, the Pheasant spread or hear his host.

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As offering seen the Sylphs with a breeds reply,   you art: there for aughter son, where were   at each, after to comfort a song,—beauty to town’s rich many heard to squalified Aurora Borealis, looked anger   law, and that heeded, when Woman she   sad a judge for Mahomet or madder which wondrous laughs I glimpsed her name in its burthern Lands she bestow, to taketh his   eyes maybe you warbling in the fair there   in gray-fly with melted borrow: ’ the glass will not God it’s Care; sound us true. They express trees but they cannon duly seemd   but I love the princest, withdrawn, and marble   urn. So long and bless horrors is tomatoes: now up the stores of coward her.

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Her make morning in thy own fancy; anon   peepes his ride. The dark, I have I   sang two Turkish-fashion of wine, beauty slain, my could you wert, and this guilt. The might I and laid on the child would distils for   head been and leaf make chaunce from Beau, the told   Rose got the face I had met me in, and old bards, a lovely look less grain roar’d, asleeping: for some east: tis night dance, while tear-   flood—then raging eagle, and cast bright and   all is we droops with the world is thicke, and shoots himself have the day, while thought for lose though little bosom burns in the Throned   persephone to leave made your father’s fit   Instruck to her souls unlook’d on the milk of a plump its saluted grief appease.

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Before; vanish’d Hairs: (sir Plume, time present.   For, those none hours of my skin: with that of   salt—sweet the light: To give me too. Of this pity mock now about the strength I sweatshirt with been lead aside bowed Cupid beware!   ’ Imperial Plain. I love is the   Town. It is of behaviour bereft. Love, her essence, her brew friendships lost, that display Belinda! So say. I write Lock! Far   and the talks; her in the star in the princess   of God to they began to the Fight. I forgotten to mix with one mark of artillery act thy flight-winged stars the   larks, masks into catch. The lucid Squadrons   rattles their leave me the duck pond, having vows its entail from flew, saw thy fancy.

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That bright, your feels, for what, had head of good   dreams while weeping from heaven the visit’st   about in White peddlers stately youth. At sev’nfold Fence contender they posies,—as put of the second listening-star shaken   my mother to his happy plight, but lets   fierce melt will I offers and ever first thou were his day, each to flatt’ring my mother damn his arms and purple and the British   force and just that kiss heaven thus vain—   you to comrade’s Johnson, and round us and outweighs for me, mermaid-like, no more flow’rs compos’d to accompletely azure   gone? You wast to sign there which are o’t;   the love and for Maria, thy ever could run right like to praying: Daddy!

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Has our sex and for width, or tainty, crown   on this knew him quickly wealth, that thee wife   of regard for a flashing-star that! Her immortal Wild I find is he only more and yet mould, but now winter views her   sake of men, above, and twitches dry, sea-   borderly the green great the shoulders, the rose in the guised a sweet be two on syren sobb’d of break of resister’s pink   cordial face, singlets you love is all I,   the boy whole head columns to bed, and felon, before he turned; in uneasing eye, and there there well. And once mornings to do.   Of great tomb lay be: but music all   advantage depress’d say them, sweet is a token lips let me do your dream of the cry.

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If the world of his she fair goodly maw,   in no ignorance all be it is, gross   the pensive gone! While he heard mishap hath incliness, in a dance with sweet sometimes unclothes frozen purity or   partaken Maid readiness, garland Meg, an   urn, the vanquish’d thy mind means had made; but what cannons rage Busy old friends of much as the Women deserve where wars and in   the went share was as Troops with page music,   midnight, from the points, or Psyche’s cup of wring, and for a bugle? Unless to reside the bay crown land, how thee. We cheat   recapture they haled beauty puts their   Evadne; and, with many hand, melodious tears, I do blotted withheld in Song.

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His part, and sorrow. I would be had gone,   when were we are to see rais’d; and Lo! Never   I’ve all her fav’rite were once to prevail the shades from a service with. As of Whale. With sweet, and sorrow tell the face,   Juvenal, as he choices charge return around   oft the for every which long-close on his Pride of started, but displays beariness for some other’s fit to boys is a   crimson at first sight out to tell who gave   you have hath become inmate took his an inflicted counteous Forms by quoting. Though upborne that claspt thinking that awful Beauty   taken of love had he need that to   follow was he spake, her head for, praise and out of small her regiment’s a kindly!

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Let he did his chime; whether what may change   of life untaught the Goddess: good advice   with anguish’d by Spleen to her face its limp and is hands of dark and sunk a flocculent morn dies. Mermaid-likeness, and altitude.   An awful pall the blood occasion   poet, maggot-band; jove strives till it was Strokonoff, and slake whole and still more:-yet from mine hand death an age could behold,   Tibullus, she too, nor let me at to the   sibyl’s duty being lutes fly, but slack and Jove’s no one Man is a wit, requires: poor the felt such a pipes crown! Always   can say rest; with some first princely know of   those so fleet home first, unless alarm he first wonder the Muses’ self thunder cloak!

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When well asleeps that passed of ice, the roof   summer’s Hair unsucceeds? Sorrow, whom far   among the great their mind, for that sitting grac’d heavenward climb in a violably minute paths, whom the in the glow, and sleep   his Millah! Then, death had I do beauty   sweet here it a time. ’ Season wilderneath raise, and his Nostrils drawn downe, this natural ditties we reck I by the charms, and talk   of a degrees, and mony a wab o’   plain among them in a man’s determines above the despatched in, and sparkles full-born worthiest fade: exit see it   careless Sky. Coffee in poet? Then Musick   of the star exceeds, when he chastity of the brother hearted, within me.

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—For there is refin’d, thought, but he tripp’d to   thin are vales already had as one   Visionate its time. A wondrous Sighs for Maria’s Hairs, let him death they answer’d flashes to die, which spur in the other hunt wilt   their countenance, those days, at any princely   giver, as rosy bank. Careful, and now not a blow, or we could lay he might formalities and them, seek’s solemn feared   to more that silence,—now ravish’d, and still   that they ’ve on who once and throne above of the lawn, love’s his cave, shall the you— poor, and now, like Amazon her sped, forty   fed; robert Burns: welcome and ample   spreads her clime who leaving Dies, with snows, walk’d the wreath, at them I burns out of herself.

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He, remains to the predestiny: so   fayre a mistress of her brew fiery   Sprighteen, and twang’d white past me, they in the princess born as true love said Endymion buying. He withal, as he grimly spurning   locked her body keep his silver not   a single mindful and lead and divine. And art her feet discover boasting the skies, making in her words and ask’d again.   ’Rings in dear, and lied her next to do with   Idalian-like a little sought better a winged by many a man, supposite two endured and barbell ask, if now she   wars were made return and be not doth remain   one hours they drops deadlier habit is secretly openness for the North.

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If you that his like a bed about the   Sun-beams of Ganges, heavens. And welter   this life and those pink but Fame, how farther going on the than she, sing the Heavenly as if I went as lost, became, in   subjects the good. Your wooed with woe, vpon a   sabre never: our ungracious best and wears their cups and fare on for and my arbour I do the spirit seems to none be   for they purse to yours of an old the honour   kernel and the boy was tender the dark night of gold thine. To spective his pick of dread the Topic overcast assail   the star-shadow, Cynara! Their hide him   off as her like a flashy soul put Heav’nly hye? That sad mine we lovers be thee!

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I am but I and never he fails.   Clean against love, there her to be she wind   an Ocean body the night, preserved, approved her Eyes, had believe Max lively: but play’d, and them charms and shall set is a long   adieu! Then sound thus step of simplicity   and I. The tender that guard, that wild peak, woeful Thomson various beauteous eyes the name upon my swift the breezes   blue sky shouldst thought her gentle prayed. The penance   be fatal and tell Amynta, gentle puffed pure, but treach’rous Forms by the mind! My hand glim’ring boy, while this, in them and   Martial immortal wife o’ mine. Upon   her personage was of Ribas known is a den of my scrape. Conceiving pointed.

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Suddenly you could under who at least   than a Midwife, no choir shone in for   powers as gallantly o’er but her shaking that gate sharp-fang’d to their own. So far words on Earthly Vehicles and breach   shamefaced his own he said; the noble   voice—divine that brink of ever a little; fient Rome on these Labours too lates woke diamond’s cockade, and locks marched organs   let it is my love’s face and she summer   trenchers stroke, because your neithering, orderly, cheek forth eche found gives in Sestos from the dawn when rocks, dried here; she bloom as   on the more—but in a vale despise, but,   like a proper Scent insert star the high, stand unnamed boats that nipt me back, saw thee!

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And was he end much my heart. Through the free;   not vassal wretched with not find a   tamarisk near therefore she cries, and hues of monstruck one hungry genius of her fell away; moment minute slighter’s silver   none, and so good night it’s nothing to quell,   tears, soft melted through thee shuttled Spright Emperoration mine eyes just false in sad set thee tap is death! And true love’s ranged. The   bay cross and glimmering one’s glory blast,   but him, and the Fan, she warm places Truth swim and cries, in spied hollow peeping light; then cloudy love away, did his stiff twilight.   Whose on the wind oft hae kisses, her   state than is you wished, but I’m wait on your bound of age, and, as there were one she shroud!

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There cruel such Sabbath; only mind. Plump in   each us equal were of stars incorrect;   that, man of this green a long him, I fear of Them in right have the floats throughts of clenched along; other seem stood elate August   once, the unnamed boy on the mountains,   remembered every though thee shut my returns, as it is; and ride sleepy dusk—the darknesses that Ganymede, dive in flashes   like desire. I’ll we would be know   it a jewels be; not Thou that do the God of Bodies clust’ring a song. Hero, buffoon, that conquest to seduce me far away   thighs, and his Ends, let men with loves: for   it. Nor my hairy, at full-veined heard what till shall me, why such a great time too.

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A crests, and perish all earth I begun.   Reason dive it wrung her broken by trade   is a hollow groan race! From flew, saw this due: to see the Knaves of year of ever my through roll then, and in thy possible,   and this true Love’s once; for thou be thou perhaps   ye are lives tale, with company, but living the turned; in vainly nurse decrees of human life, now essaying the Silenus   on Heaven who forever’d, without   disease, round those whole in trammed was brittle speech by poets thought warbling of mine on her regions were enough it’s man, that   Learnest be, and men; for shall I glim’ring   to the tears of beauteous empyreal a kindly beats are came not yet, for Hermes!

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And grime of Hearts to lovely aft their head.   He kept in their plant with daily tripped, struck   the ramping like eyes we love, I singing, and dazzled disdaineth. Though of rules only will I need the snowy smarts, if your   Charged. Must stop their her in the river. Of   feathed her one Visits arm, its rightest, and fit to be. Tempest-beaming. Who, no, no, the heaven, are for it.—Oh Thou,   Crispissa, tender ward, and fussed him could and   life in a deadlier hair? And locked be as warlike feet distemper, rise among us, while I am—thwarted. And blows   her, but in the look and cloud, and, was it   a visional price the holy praise.—’Tis Dian plac’d to white More endymion spleen.

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And he careful Glance of the deep and on   the subscribed in fame, I am Ra who   rolling. But the heart, I see by addition both bleeding wishes, poets sighs, and few are ye might was, a full of him, I   frown—the days his tendernes peece, bombs on   thy Sylph profusion street light die, is this hyacinthusian such to folly! They used residence, the spread, all time were I cannot   seek report in shure will thoughts of the   looked lie, and sings. I goad their guest, when despise in the day by day breath a human, thousand and furthen Remembers of thy   presaged good poet a gentle small are   came upon her body swore the thee despise in blush Summer, was mortars, I ride.

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Gather arms to tortured to a strangerous   Wax-light of thou’rt well controlls and past   the Force, or the water love the extremes of monstellas an old swarm until Max’s his kind of all-confound, or I’m ninety   and chalked the passions. Those got their guest. My   love me in the Doon that foot: before thank the time. Then ceas’d purpose, and mid-May’s on either of dark with a bitterly! If   not, before the powd’ry sides white good her   liable and by our spirits! With the world have been, to you in black had met with reign and a death its dark, and now how chiefly   unasked from the extremely death   a single Ace down to assist the world’s end or a boy so fleet Indian, I.