#as some sort of secretive bitch for not being so forthcoming with my thoughts

[johnnys-so]

someone talk to me about terrace house Tokyo pls

I'm still on EP 8 but I think this is a very interesting set of people (I mean even aloha state and opening new doors had an interesting set) but gOD I wanna discuss y'all

[spiltscribbles]

Prompt #37 for you, dear: Things you said with the tv on mute 😌📺🤫

Notes: Okay angel, you have an official IOU from me for a one shot that’s total fluff!!! I love you!!!! Thank you to the gorgeous bitch that is Bethany for making this better than it ever could’ve been <3 <3 

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Sirius’s never been much for silence. He was brought up in the heart of London in a household always filled to the brim with guests that his parents deemed worthy enough to intermingle with the ever so illustrious Black name, and then in Hogwarts there was always the chatter of other students or the mysterious sounds ringing from the forbidden forest. Sirius’s always needed that extra layer, that muffled background noise to help ground himself, to help not get lost in his own thoughts of inadequacy or regrets over his vast array of stupid decisions that he’d make in a thoughtless spur of passion. 

If he’s really forced to think about it, the only time Sirius’s ever been comfortable blanketed in quiet was during the few times he spent his school hols in the Welsh countryside. But Sirius tries not to, think about that he means. Because then he’s back in bed, curved against Remus, one of his arms stuck underneath him while the other traced elaborate designs against his sun dappled skin. And it’s hard to reminisce on those sorts of memories, the ones that remind him about burnt toast mornings in their Camden flat and the taste of blackberries on Remus’s lips and the way they had always found solace in folding into one another after a long day out on patrols or raids of a Death Eater hideout. Well, found solace until they had suddenly, abruptly not. Before Remus had begun spending his full moons away, out on covert missions given by Dumbledore and never repeated about to Sirius. Before a thick, uncomfortable tension had clogged between them on the breakfast table that they used to stretch across to interlace their hands with one another’s. Before secrets infested every nook and crevice of their relationship, burrowing through it like deadly, invasive pests— rotting away at the one thing Sirius held with reverence and an aching sort of love that he’s only ever felt towards Remus. 

The night Remus left was only surprising in how long it took their bending to turn to a break that couldn’t stitch back up with heady kisses, and ardent declarations and tender caresses that always were that bit lighter for how afraid they’ve always been to hurt the other. It was early June and it was like every ounce of Sirius was being rinsed of resolve, like the moonlight itself  was bleeding out with the desperation and yearning and pain painted so evidently on each of their faces and what measured their movements when in relation with the other. It was in the midst of an argument, because of course it was— because that had become their only form of communication in those final fleeting weeks in-between the fucking and the cautious glances volleyed around like they were back in sixth year and first beginning to tend this tentative, little flame between them, a flame that became a supernova that swallowed Sirius whole without his permission. Remus had made a crack about Sirius needing to get him a leash if he was so convinced that he wasn’t being forthcoming about his whereabouts, and Sirius had snapped back saying that at this point he wished Remus was actually just sneaking around to shag Dearborn, and then Remus had just slumped over, lying against the wall as if it was the only thing keeping him up anymore.

He had circles as dark as the velvet night sky beneath his bright eyes, and he had such a rigid sort of posture once finally standing back up that it makes Sirius wince even remembering it, and just looking at him in such a state felt like the deepest betrayal. All Sirius knew, all he’s ever known and all he will know for the rest of his days is that he never wants to be the one to make Remus look that defeated or exhausted or just plain sad ever again. Remus had packed his few belongings in the old luggage he’s had since first year in a matter of minutes, and marched out the door without ever looking back, and Sirius hadn’t seen him until after the dust had finally settled in the wake of the end of the war. Remus is the one thing Sirius has always known he never deserved, and now— six weeks removed from the defeat of Voldemort by the hands of a still recuperating Dumbledore, Sirius knows that truth is as inherent as ever.

It was Lily who stayed up with Sirius on nights he couldn’t go back to bed in fear of being met with Remus in his dreams— her missing him in a different but just as painful way. It was Lily who told Sirius about the borderline sadistic recruitment efforts Dumbledore had Remus operating— making him relive his worst nightmare every full moon with the man who had turned him when he was no more than four years old. And it was Lily who called him and James a pair of “bloody prats,” because she had never doubted Remus for even a moment. So it only made sense when it was Lily who tipped her chin in that imperious way of hers two weeks before, and proclaimed that they’d be having a Christmas together as a family. Which meant that Sirius has just spent the last three— Merlin forsaken—  days awkwardly avoiding Remus in the most stilted and uncomfortable manners every time they ran into one another in the Potter cottage, and it meant that Frank, Alice and Neville took one of the guest rooms, while Sirius readily offered the only other one to Remus, and now he’s slumped downstairs, staring at the strange Muggle box that Lily had bought and what James, Sirius, and— and well the rat, had spent an entire afternoon toying around with— pure blooded to the core. Lily and Remus had only left them to it while going off for tea and scones at the cafe down the way, laughing at them all the while.

God does Sirius wish that golden splendor had never faded.

At the moment, the Muggle box is playing a barrage of clips of an incredibly pretty lady, one with dark hair and violet eyes. She looks like she could be a Black, honestly— it’s disarming. He’s sure he’s seen her before.  Sirius furrows his brows that bit more, surprised just how familiar she actually looks, and is shaken when he hears a soft, rasp of a voice— the most resplendent voice he’s ever heard— speaking from behind him. “Liz Taylor.”

Sirius turns around, frantic, as he takes in the sight of him, up close after so long, and Sirius stares, wide eyed and greedy, like he always is when around Remus. “Pardon?”

“The woman on the telly, that’s Liz Taylor. My mum was positively obsessed with her.” Remus’s arms are crossed leisurely against his chest as he lies against the doorway, clad in a white T-shirt and a pair of fading, plaid pajama bottoms. His bottom lip is worn dry and his hair is disheveled and sticking out on impossible angles, and he’s the most gorgeous thing Sirius has ever seen. Even now, even after so many months apart and even while he’s obviously lost in thought about his miraculous mother who had passed away from a Muggle disease their seventh year, taking a part of Remus’s heart right along with her. Even amidst all of it, Remus Lupin is the most startlingly beautiful thing Sirius has ever witnessed.

Sirius can’t stop his gawking, it’s like a warped image of that night over five months ago now, and it fills Sirius with a sort of dread he’s become far too accustomed with feeling when around Remus. “Oh, right,” Sirius says, more because he feels like it was his turn to say something, even if it is stuttering and dumb.

“You remember Christmas break of seventh year? When she made us watch her favorite film? That starred Liz Taylor.”

Sirius’s throat feels dry, can’t believe that Remus is speaking with him at all, wonders how he’ll actually be able to string two words together in any sort of coherency. “Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah. The one about the bloke who wanted to marry her but got that other bird pregnant.”

Remus’s answering grin is small and mild and a bit threadbare, but it’s a Moony smile, so Sirius will devour the vision of it with hungry piety.

“I think the critics might have an issue with your distilling one of the greatest critiques of American capitalism into a tawdry love affair, but that’s the one,” Remus says as he picks up the clicker and mutes the box, perched on the other end of the couch’s armrest. And it’s so far removed, but the closest Remus has been able to stand being around Sirius in too long and it pumps him with a sort of staggering, hesitant hope that he has no right in indulging himself with— to feel the levitating, helium like sense of it pulsing in his chest and coursing through his veins.

“You know me Moons, just wanna get to the dirty bits.” He tries for broke and casts him a half smile, feels it like a punch in the gut when that doesn’t affect the detached way Remus stares at him from his perch. “But the bloke was fit at least— I recall saying that he looked a bit like you.” That, for some mad reason, makes Remus toss back his tawny head— silver in the moonlight— and laugh hysterically. “I’ve finally done it, made you go barmy.” Sirius marvels, goading but also partially meaning it.

“Of course you’d think Monty Cliff looks like me Sirius, he’s only the most tragic git in cinema history.”

“Since when are you the dramatic one Moons?”

Remus stills for a second— probably over the use of the familiar pet name, but he doesn’t say anything of it, just gives him a one armed, what can you do shrug. “’S true, he got in a nasty accident with Liz in the car when they were out drinking one night.”

“Oh— That’s rotten luck.” Sirius says, still feels a bit delirious with the fact that Remus is even speaking to him at all.

“Quite.”

“Did he die?”

“No, not fully. They were able to stitch back up his face, but he never actually recovered, was haunted by it really. I guess folks used to say that there was the beautiful before, and then the monstrous after, scars and all. So he spent the next decade drinking himself to death.”

Sirius’s insides go cold, flashes of Remus’s own habits bubbling to the forefront of his mind, but he sweeps it away and only nods, thinks he understands the shifty way Remus is behaving now, considering the obvious parallel to his own accident as a lad and how the Wizarding world has regarded him ever since.

“That’s shit Remus.”

He hums, noncommittal as he studies a point over Sirius’s shoulder. “They still call it Hollywood’s longest suicide.”

Sirius suddenly feels sick to his stomach, knows that if this was even just half a year ago, he’d be gathering Remus in his arms now and kissing away the lines melting into his face, and telling him in a gargled repetition that he loves him and he loves him and he’s always loved him. He’d tell Remus how damn beautiful he is and how bright and brilliant and remarkable of a person he is. And Sirius would fall asleep with Remus’s head resting on his chest and the blanket pooling around their hips and it would feel splendid just for that slice of eternity.

But this isn’t half a year ago. This is now, and now is composed of them broken up and awkward and left them unable to even hold each others gazes for longer than a few seconds at a time, lest the hurt becomes unbearable.

“He sounds like someone I’d get a pint with If I’m being honest.” 

That miraculously seems like the right thing to have said because Remus smiles softly as he stands up. “Sure you two would’ve had a marvelous time, his boyfriends called’m a miraculous lay.”

Sirius laughs, loud and abrupt and a bit like a bark. “Come off it.”

“Poor Liz, she was mad over the shirt lifter.” Remus pulls a face and sticks his tongue out, cheeky in a way Sirius has missed beyond words. “But never mind the history lesson, I just came down for a glass of water, don’t let me disturb your telly watching.”

“You didn’t!” Sirius says hurriedly, forcing himself not to actually leap up and corner him. “I mean—“ he coughs, tries evening out his heartbeat.  “You’re never a bother Remus, you know that. You know I’d rather talk to you than just about anything else,” the silent, save for fucking you, doesn’t have to be said, but Sirius reckons Remus caught the implication if the slight flush to his ears is anything to go by.

“Right, well I should still get back to bed. Tomorrow’s actual Christmas Eve and Lily’s practically branded the damn schedule onto my hand.” Remus turns to the kitchen, and it’s all too much like before, but Sirius won’t let him— can’t let him— go off and leave him behind. If there is one inarguable truth in Sirius’s life, it’s that he loves Remus John Lupin more than all the stars in all the damned galaxies combined, and losing faith in that has only ever caused him the worst sort of pain. So he doesn’t let him go, flings himself forwards and encircles one of Remus’s bony wrists with a loose hand, can practically hear his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Wh— Sirius—“

“Are we ever going to be alright again,” Sirius asks outright, probably the stupidest thing he’s ever done but he doesn’t care, is sick of feeling so damn lost and wrong footed and lonesome without him. 

Remus slowly pivots back around, lips set in a firm frown and brows beginning to knit. “What do you mean.”

“Don’t Remus, please, just don’t. If it’s no then please just put me out my misery. I can’t do this sodding in-between shite, this purgatory of nothing and everything. I just can’t.”

The silence that drapes over them seizes with a tension Sirius hadn’t felt since the night Remus had left, and it probably doesn’t bode well, but Sirius doesn’t care, wants an  answer damn it.

Remus only stares at him, measured and noncommittal and with an almost aloofness that Sirius had successfully penetrated by the end of their first term in Hogwarts. It’s really something awful being on the other side once more.  “You thought I was the spy.” He says in a deadpan, void of any warmth, and cleared of even the Welsh lilt to his words that always shone through when he was relaxed, and wasn’t afraid of being cast off as just some country boy.  He sounds methodical, by rote. He sounds like he doesn’t dare allow any emotions to bleed through because he’s afraid what Sirius would do with them, and that realization, above anything else, is what punches him right in the gut.

“I thought everyone was the spy,” he tells him, isn’t above from graveling at this point. “Hell I thought I was the bloody spy for a moment there! Under the imperius curse, or was obliviated or—“

“That’s different Sirius,” Remus interrupts, seething, and tearing his wrist away from Sirius’s light grasp. “Think about why you would presume me to be working for the dark side over Peter!”

Sirius flushes, is getting angry now, hating that Remus wouldn’t even hear him out. ���Because you were in the top of the class, and that fucking rat barely knew how to transfigure  a throw pillow to a damn porcupine!”

Remus’s face— a face Sirius knows better than the back of his own hand— twists up in derision, lips curled and nose wrinkled and pinning Sirius with a one eyed squint. It’s completely inappropriate timing, but Sirius wishes he could show Remus just how thoroughly he pays reverence to him and that face. “Well lucky him he was born a pure blood.”

And that, that snide remark is what makes Sirius jolt back, as if he’s been slapped open handed right across the face. Like the one and only time his mother had done so when she caught him and Regulus dressing up in her heels and jewels and lipsticks when he was seven years old. This, this insinuation by Remus is just as striking and probably ten times as painful. “Don’t. Don’t bring blood politics into this Remus. You know I don’t give a buggering fuck about any of that trite.”

“Then what?” Remus almost yells now, face reddening and stepping close enough to Sirius that he has to tilt his head back just so, just enough so that they’re eyes are boring into one another properly once more. “Was it the fact I’m a fucking werewolf? Huh?” He grabs for Sirius’s front, hands knotted in the material of his shirt, and careful not to touch him. It’s a familiar action when Sirius thinks back to the final couple months of their relationship, Remus had always just grabbed onto Sirius’s clothes— wrinkling his jackets and Henleys whenever they kissed goodbye. Sirius had ultimately thought it was because of the guilt eating up inside for his turncoating ways, but now recognizes it for what it was and what it is. He sees that it’s Remus trying to grapple for something, anything. It’s Remus trying to ground himself by touch, and by Sirius, to feel still amidst all the chaos. 

Sirius puts his larger hands against Remus’s wrists once more, doesn’t let him drop his gaze. “Fuck you Remus.”

“Is that it? You got sick of fucking a halfbreed? Figured that if I was just like the lot who actually were enthralled by Grayback that it’d be fine if you could end it.”

“Shut the fuck up!“

“Just say it! Say you didn’t trust me because I’m a werewolf and you believe that propaganda that we’re some sorta inherently dark creatures. Tell me you gave up on me because of that. Just give me an answer Sirius!”

And it’s like Sirius can’t breathe, doesn’t know where to begin his rant. Whether he should shout at Remus for being a self loathing prat, or shout at Remus for thinking so low of him, or maybe shout at Remus for trying to pretend as if he wasn’t the one who gave up on them first. In the end, he does none of that. 

It’s pure instinct when Sirius plunges forwards and crashes his lips against Remus’s own, trying to infuse the love and adoration and acceptance he knows Remus has never allowed himself to truly feel, and is relieved when his lead-like insides lighten just a fraction when Remus opens his mouth and grabs for Sirius’s face, and kisses him that much deeper. His tongue plunging into Sirius’s open mouth and the familiar slide is so achingly welcome Sirius swears he could fall over in gratitude, frantically palms up and down Remus’s lightly muscled back for purchase, and ultimately just gives up and drags him to the sofa, doesn’t let their lips separate for more than a breath at a time.

“I love you, I never stopped loving you Moons,” Sirius tells him as he practically rips Remus’s shirt as he pulls it off and Remus collapses over him, now straddling Sirius’s lap and kissing a path across his jaw. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Remus pulls away, only for a moment, but it’s enough to see the watery gleam to his eyes and the doubt that passes across his face. Though Remus doesn’t let him look for too long, plunges back forwards to kiss him in a cacophony of lips, and teeth, and spit. His cold hands glide against Sirius’s abs beneath his own t-shirt, and Sirius is practically arching up with wanton intent. God he’s missed this, missed Remus and the way they fall against one another, and missed the way they’ve always just fit so innately.

“I—I still love you too Pads,” he says against Sirius’s neck, practically shaking but it’s enough to clear Sirius of all his worries and all his doubt. If there’s anything that couldn’t erode, its the foundation they built with one another and that’s enough, maybe that’s all they need to begin healing once more. Sirius knows that there’s countless conversations and apologies and that they’ll need to take this one step at a time, but here, now. This gives him hope that Remus is just as willing to work on it as he is, and that’s all Sirius needs to know.

He slides a hand up Remus’s thigh and dips a thumb into his waistband, asking for permission, and almost laughing at how eager Remus is to the question, eyes fluttering shut prettily as Sirius slips a hand into his front, cheeks blazing when he realizes Remus wasn’t even wearing any pants. 

“Moony,” he moans, tossing his dark head against the sofa and praying for strength from fucking Merlin himself. 

Remus actually does laugh, kisses the juncture of Sirius’s neck and shoulder before he starts rocking back and forth, against Sirius’s rapidly hardening cock, and Sirius is already so pent up and hungry for this that he knows he’s not going to last long.

“Bloody slag.”

“Pot calling the kettle black—“ Remus’s eyes go blown suddenly, absolutely going mental at the pun and Sirius can’t believe the love of his life is such a damn wanker. 

“Oy, I’ll show you what this kettle can do,” Sirius snaps, playful as he flips their positions so that Remus is lying beneath him, canting forwards when Sirius unceremoniously grabs his cock and begins a slow, and steady stroke, absolutely fucking beaming at the small, cut off gasps and muffled whimpers Remus lets out. They should probably worry over someone walking downstairs for a midnight snack or smoke or something, but Sirius can’t be fucked to care, not with the gloriously golden sight of Remus Lupin flat out beneath him and panting and how Sirius knows precisely how to get him to whimper out in that particularly stunning way.

“Sadistic— Hah— Sadistic bastard,” Remus groans as Sirius begins to thumb at the tip and uses the pre-come to slide faster up and down his shaft, his own hips rocking faster against Remus’s leg to catch at the sensation.

“No arguments here,” Sirius whispers, dipping back down to kiss him as he speeds up the stroking, and gets some of his own friction as he rubs against Remus’s thigh in quick and graceless thrusts and it’s only a moment more before Remus is groaning out with his orgasm and another few thrusts of Sirius’s own hips  after that when Sirius joins him, practically collapsing over his body once he does.

“Oof, get off me you prick.”

“Too tired Moons.”

“You’re heavy.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

Remus laughs and Sirius wishes he could be wrapped up in the sound for the next eon to come. For now, he only licks off the come still sticking to his hand, and Remus wrinkles his nose in acute disapproval, but then he kisses him deep and thorough. So Sirius doesn’t take it to heart. 

Eventually they adjust themselves so that they’re each lying on their sides and peering at one another, gentle but with more stability than they’ve felt for nearly a year now. It feels like they’ve come to some sorta equilibrium about where they go from here, and it’s so bloody miraculous. It’s like their lives have finally been unpaused from the war and they have a thousand, glimmering memories waiting to be had. A future painted with a house of their own, and visiting James and Lily and the Sprog every night for supper, and maybe even having one of their own. A future Sirius lost hope in while they were apart but is now suddenly and painfully the brightest spot in Sirius’s world. 

[rhydianww]

Kicking and Screaming

“You don’t need the trouble, Rhydian. Just leave her alone.” This was the sage advice from the Slytherin’s just barely older sister. Owena sat next to her brother in the back seat of their mother’s car, a pile of snacks and a forgotten game of Uno laid between them. They were on their way to Kings Cross station, ready to start their fourth year of Hogwarts. 

But Rhydian was paying no head to his sister’s warning, he could hardly hear her over the music reverberating between his ear drumbs and the soft black cover over his headphones. His violet eyes were cast outward to the blurring scenery as the vehicle moved down the winding highway away from the northern welsh coast and the place they called home. Had his father been around, the family would have apparated somewhere with a floo that connected to King’s Cross, but Louis had been beckoned for work in the dead of night. His father had woken him up in to hug him goodbye and wish him well in school, and Rhydian had been too tired to be rude and deny his father the simple affection.

He felt bad for him, Rhydian, even if he’d never admit it to the older wizard’s face. But Louis hated his job and it was clear for anyone to see. He was always tired and grumpy when he came home from a mission, and he often didn’t speak to his family members until after Caerwyn would take her husbands hand and lead him to the bedroom, the door would lock behind them and they’d be gone to the world for a few hours. Rhydian knew some of what his father experienced must be horrific. Louis never spoke about work but Uncle Cleary, Louis’ partner and Rhydian’s Godfather, was much more forthcoming with information now that Rhydian was older. Knowing the bits and peices of what his father had done at work, and what had been done to him made  Rhydian just as sympathetic to his father as it did angry.

On one hand Rhydian understood his father put his life on the line and was witness to many dark and terrifying things for the sake of his family. Caerwyn and Louis had ended up pregnant and unwed at nineteen freshly graduated. His father had done what he needed to and found a job with security. On the other hand Rhydian felt that Louis’ experiences should have made him more sympathetic to his son’s illness. Louis never slept well and could be found nearly at all hours with a cup of black hot coffee in his hand. Rhydian knew it was because of work just like Rhydian had trouble sleeping because spirits. Shouldn’t that mean Louis could understand why Rhydian didn’t going new places? Why he needed his music? Why he couldn’t pay attention all the time? These were all coping skills Rhydian had unconsciously picked up from his parents after all.

But Louis didn’t seem to understand his son, and Rhydian felt he never would.

As if sensing the way her son’s thoughts were heading, Caerwyn spoke up. Owena nudged her brother, and two matching sets of violet eyes met in the rear view mirror.

“It’s Poppy’s first fucking year, you’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?” Caerwyn asked. She was always interrupting Rhydian and Louis when they started to go at each other, always trying the ease the waves between them. Could she feel the impatience Rhydian had begun to stew in the fleeting thought about his father’s absence?

“She’s going to look simply adorable in her robes, oh I can’t wait to see her, I bet she’s going to be in Hufflepuff, just like Aunty Lils.” Owena cheered, always bright and cheerful. She was like the sun, Owena, and just like the gaseous celestial body, the world seemed to revolve around her. Everyone liked Owena, everyone wanted to be her mate. Rhydian was envious of such magnetism but also thankful. He had gone his whole life being left alone he shouldn’t think he’d take to being popular all that well now.

“Mmm.” Was Rhydian’s gruff response, his eyes falling away from his mother’s and back to the landscape. Poppy was one of Rhydian’s dozens upon dozens of cousins, a daughter of his father’s cousin Lily and her husband Lorcan. The Potter/Weasley family was large, too large for Rhydian to feel all that comfortable around every one of his cousins the way his father was, but he got on well enough with Aunty Lils’ girls. Briar and Thistle, the eldest of his aunt’s surmounting hoard, were close enough in age to Rhydian that they had been able to play as children. There were also no spirits in the valley Aunty Lils and Uncle Lori had made their home which meant Rhydian was willing to spend time there on occasion.

But home was one thing, school was another. As sort of a social pariah, Rhydian was generally avoided at school, even by his cousins. Rhydian didn’t care, he wasn’t particularly close to any of the one’s in his year anyway. Owena was really the only one he hung around with regularly at school, usually tagging along to whatever she was doing with her mates at her insistence. Most of the cousins he saw consistently were older anyway, after Addie had been born it was like a baby bomb had gone off. Sophia, Tante Vic’s daughter had been born, then James’ oldest, Junior, and then a whole ton more. If he had to pick favorites Rhydian would have to say it was Viktor, Tante Doma’s son, but he lived in Eastern europe with the Dragons so it was rarely Rhydian got to see him, they certainly didn’t go to school together.

Poppy was alright, but young and a girl. Shy but sweet. She’d make friends fast enough. Rhydian agreed with Owena’s assessment, Hufflepuff was likely.

“And leave fucking Maggie alone.” Owena quipped. Rhydian rolled his eyes as he replaced his headphones, not looking up to meet the violet eyes staring at him once more in the mirror. It was no secret what had happened over the summer at Addie’s going away party. Louis had blamed Rhydian but he hadn’t cared. There had been no use in arguing. But just because he had accepted his father’s lame punishment of having to sit at a table with him -probably what he would have been stuck doing anyway- that didn’t mean the Slytherin didn’t blame Maggie Stonefyre for him getting in trouble to begin with.

Rhydian wasn’t the forgiving type, and Owena was probably sensing her brother was scheming, but  Merlin did she have no idea what was in store for the weirdo snake bitch was in for. Maggie was a nice girl, according to Owena, ‘a Hufflepuff’ Owena had stated, dragging the house name out, her eyes reflecting exasperation. She believed no Hufflepuff was rotten to their core. And Rhydian supposed Maggie wasn’t rotten to her core, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t deserving of justice.

He started picking on Maggie the first day of classes. He found them sharing a bench in Potions oddly enough, other students were weary of the snake that curled itself around her body. Rhydian had learned the snake was passive enough though and so he took the opportunity and grabbed the seat next to her. They hadn’t spoken, but she had gone to the loo which allowed Rhydian ample time to poor a sickly smelling sap into her book bag. He had been carrying it around of hopes  of seeing her.

He expected to give her a hard time for a week or so, then move on. Just enough to upset the girl. Rhydian however did not expect retaliation. Perhaps he should have, looking back on the event over the summer, but he had assumed the gun had been Hads’ idea, she could be a wicked little thing Rhydian had observed. But you know what they say about hindsight; it’s always twenty-twenty. Maggie came back at Rhydian was a vengeance, pouring the same sap in his trunk and on his bed, he had no idea how she got in his dorm. From their things escalated to name calling, to school work sabotaging, and it was now to the point they were hexing each other in the corridors much the frustration of their Professors. They could hardly stand each other, Maggie and Rhydian to the point their anger was on sight. Peers knew to stay out of their way if they noticed the pair glaring at each other and drawing their wands. 

It landed them in detention more than once, but the Professors were loosing their patience. It wasn’t very fair either that they favored Maggie over Rhydian, especially the Arithmancy Professor who was particularly defensive of the annoying witch. But Rhydian couldn’t let it go even though he had received angry letters and phone calls from his parents by now about how often he was getting in trouble. Even Addie had written inquiring what it was that was upsetting her brother so much. He didn’t write back. Rhydian had always been a difficult and was in and out of trouble most of his school career but no one thought this fixation he had on ruining Maggie Stonefyre’s day was healthy. 

Eventually the Professors decided if the two couldn’t resolve their differences on their own, they would force them to do so. And so as a pair, the two were sent into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to tend to the Unicorns. Rhydian doubted it would go well, the whole thing was ludicrous. How was he, a boy, supposed to even see the unicorns?! How had Hagrid been feeding them to begin with?! It didn’t make any sense. 

“Yer Grandfather Ron-”

“Bill. My grandfather is Bill. Ron’s my great uncle.” Rhydian had reminded the half giant gently. He was getting very old, Hagrid, forgetful. He had enough wit however to recognize a Weasley when he saw one. His father having been close with Harry and Ron’s respective children, Auntie Rose and Uncle Shithead, had known the half giant well in their time at Hogwarts. And he was kind, Rhydian noted, in a way that was quite rare.

The two spoke about family and Great Uncle Harry’s heroism until they were joined under the stars at the edge on the Forrest by Maggie. Hagrid gave a small lantern to each of them a bid them to follow after him into the woods. 

[galadrieljones]

As You Were (Chapter 7)

Fandom: The Last of Us | Pairing: Joel x OC | Content: Fix-it | Rating: Mature

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When Joel and Ellie take a wrong turn on their journey from Pittsburgh to Wyoming, they find themselves lost in what feels at first like a time warp: a beautiful place with a dark and dangerous secret. While there, they meet Cici and Noah, a mother and son fighting tirelessly for survival, and who have recently endured a terrible tragedy on their family farm. Amidst their joint desire to find hope for the future, the two groups decide to set out west together, changing the course of the story (as we know it), and the very course of their lives.

This is an AU, starting after the events of the Summer chapter in the first game, and extending into the timeline of the second game. Joel lives.

Chapter 7: Interlude I (Storm)

“Just admit you love it,” said Ellie. “Don’t be a bitch.”

She and Noah were in the back house as the rain pounded down on the roof. Neko Case was playing. In the past two weeks since arriving in Jackson, they had rigged up the stereo but not the space heaters. It was still the dog days of summer. Noah would just light a fire in the stove at night, because it was faster. And if it got too cold, they could just go to the main house and crash on the living room floor anyway.

“I will not deny that this is good shit,” said Noah. They were talking about the music, on the stereo. “You can count on me.”

“I love this music,” said Ellie. Every dial tone, every truck stop, every heartbreak, I love you more. “It’s pure.” She flopped back onto the bed and closed her eyes. “It sounds like water. I wonder if Joel knows about Neko.”

“Probably,” said Noah. He was on the floor, sawing two-by-fours. He wanted to make an end table. It had been a while since he’d done any sort of carpentry. “He knows a lot of weird shit about music.”

“Does Cici know Neko?”

“Maybe? Though we didn’t have any of this back at the house.”

Ellie stared up at the ceiling. They had stuck a bunch of glow-in-the-dark stars up there, loot from the Wal-mart back in Nebraska. Elsewhere on the walls there were posters and drawings by Ellie and maps that Noah had collected from their various stops, all along the I-80.

“Do you think this place will last?” said Ellie. “Jackson. Do you think it’s legit?”

“I hope so,” said Noah.

There was a knock on the door then. Ellie sat up straight, had switched her knife open just to look at it. “Who is it?” she said.

“It’s Dina. From the bonfire?”

Dina was a surprise. Ellie swung her feet around, over the side of the bed, electrocuted, and failed to speak.

“Hang on,” said Noah. He got up, set the saw on the kitchen table, which was stacked mostly with books. He opened the door, and there was Dina, standing like a picture, hands shoved in her pockets in her green hoodie.

“Hey,” she said. “You’re Noah, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “And you’re Dina.”

“Is Ellie here?”

“Yup. Come on in.”

Dina stepped inside, shook off the rain. Meanwhile, Ellie was just standing there with her knife still out, like she was going to stab someone. “Hey,” she said.

“You okay?” said Dina.        

“What?” said Ellie. She looked down at the blade, blushing awkwardly, then she put it away into her pocket. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. What’s going on?”

“I just came because Maria got a call on the radio,” said Dina. Her hair was tied back tightly off her face. “Joel and Tommy are stuck at one of the lookouts over in town, because of the storm. They’re fine, but they’ll probably be gone till morning. She wanted me to let you know.”

“Why didn’t she just come herself?” said Ellie.

“Oh,” said Dina. “Well, I was there. I offered.”

“I should go tell my mom,” said Noah.

“Why don’t you just call her?” said Ellie. “On the walkie.”

“I could,” said Noah. He put on his sneakers. His hair was getting longer. Kind of floppy behind his ears. “But with it storming like this, she’s probably already worried.”

“Yeah,” said Ellie. “Nevermind. You’re right.”

“I’ll be back,” he said.

“See ya,” said Dina.

Once he was gone, Ellie and Dina stood in the room, just looking at each other. The thunder went off in the distance, bellowing somewhere over the mountain, low and mean. But it was just a storm, thought Ellie. Just a storm.

“So, how’s it going?” said Dina, eventually. She had her hands behind her back.

“Pretty good,” said Ellie. “How’s it going with you?”

“Not bad. Do you remember me, or…?”

“Of course,” said Ellie. She went over to the makeshift kitchen. There were some cokes in the cooler that she and Noah had salvaged a few days before. “You want one?”

“Hell yeah,” said Dina.

They opened their cokes and drank them sitting in bean bag chairs, listening to the music and the rain for a while. The soda was sort of flat, but they didn’t care. It tasted delicious. “This music is good,” said Dina. “It’s pretty, kind of country. What is it?”

“It’s this lady, named Neko Case,” said Ellie. She was wearing an old shirt, blue, with a surfer on the front and the words Cowabunga, dude. “I just discovered her actually. She’s really awesome. I think this album came out like, a week or so before the shit hit the fan in 2013?”

“Seriously?” said Dina.

“Yeah,” said Ellie. “Me and Noah have actually been scavenging all the best albums from that year, from like music stores and stuff. We’re trying to get as complete of a collection as possible.”

“That’s so neat,” said Dina. She held her coke with both hands, looking down at her thumbs. “You’re like really cool historians.”

“Sort of,” said Ellie. “But that’s being generous.”

They sipped.

“So, tell me something,” said Dina after a little while. Her voice changed, like she had gained confidence all of a sudden. “What’s the deal with you guys. Is Noah your real brother who you magically found after ten years of separation, or is that just a rumor?”

“It’s a rumor,” said Ellie. “Noah is just…we’re not related.”

“Well you guys seem like siblings.”

“We’ve been through a lot,” said Ellie. “Maybe that’s what people are sensing.”

“There’s definitely a bond there.”

“I don’t have any real siblings, that I know of at least,” said Ellie. “Do you?”

“Not anymore,” said Dina. Her eyes were very brown, like little mud puddles. Dina was an open book.

Noah came in the door then, loudly, and soaking wet. He was like a giant dog sometimes, stomping through the house. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “It is fucking pouring.”

“Yeah, we know,” said Dina.

“I’m gonna head out,” said Noah. He started rummaging through the bureau by the door, tugged a gray hoodie over his head, and then he yanked the drawstrings until the hood closed almost totally around his face so you could only see his nose. He looked like a too-tall alien. It was funny.

“Head out where?” said Ellie.

“To Jesse’s,” he said, loosening the hood. “You guys wanna come?”

“What about Cici?” said Ellie.

“She’s already on her way,” said Noah. “She was getting ready to leave when I went over there.”

Dina was looking down into her can again, as if it were full of secrets.

Ellie said, “Dina, you wanna go?”

The rain kicked up outside. It seemed like it wouldn’t let up for hours. Dina drank the last of her coke and set the empty can down on the floor. She stood quickly and smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt. “Sure,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

“Sweet,” said Noah.

***

“So you just went on up there, to La Crosse, with the boy,” said Tommy, feet crossed up on the coffee table. They were getting old and half-high from the cigarettes. “No questions asked.”

“No questions asked,” said Joel, finishing his cigarette. “It wasn’t like back in Boston.”

“What changed?”

“Noah kind of—he reminded me, of me. He needed to convince himself of something, maybe it was just to do with figuring out what was happening to his town, maybe it was a test. I don’t know. But he’s a good kid, and I didn’t want him going down the wrong path.”

“And Cici, what was her deal, back then?”

Joel leaned back in the chair, sinking. It was in tatters and the bottom was practically falling out. He said, “To be quite honest, she was a complete mystery to me. Still is."

"Ain't they all."

"Noah's much more forthcoming," said Joel. "Maybe too forthcoming, I don't know. Maybe it's a good thing, because he gets Ellie talking, even when she don't want to. Cici and me, we got along fine in the beginning, but it was like anything in a situation like that. It took us a while to become friends.”      

Tommy started laughing. “Guess it must be hard for you, big brother. Meeting your match like that.”

Joel just ashed his cigarette on the table as the storm raged outside.

“Well, I am glad you came back,” said Tommy, quiet. “To Jackson. When you all came through the first time, I really didn't know. I didn't know if we'd see you again. But we really needed you guys. And it’s good to—well, it’s just good to be together again, ain’t it?”

Joel took a drag, looking down at his knuckles. “This is a nice place you’ve built here, little brother. I'm sorry if it ever seemed like I doubted you. You and Maria have done good work.”

“Thanks,” said Tommy, placing his boots back on the ground. “Now, tell me what the hell happened next. Who the hell were these Circle of the Holy Signal motherfuckers? And what the hell did Cici say happened back at the farm—with the Amish girl?”

Joel smiled to himself as if recalling a joke out of the blue. “Brace yourself,” he said.

***

At Jesse’s, Cici sat alone on the covered back porch, looking up into the storm. She had a glass of whiskey, locally distilled in a barrel on the other side of the compound. Jackson made her think of home, filling her with unwanted memories, and a mild anxiety. Jesse’s parents had a dog named Cinderella. She was a black Schipperke mix, little and spry. She came along and licked Cici's hand where she sat, looking up at her expectantly, all wet from the rain.

“You want to be inside, don’t you?” said Cici. She smiled and patted the dog behind the ears. The little dog had brought her back down to earth, out of the raging sky. “Me, too. Let’s ditch this weather.”

Back in the house, the kids were in the living room, drinking soda and exchanging stories of the past. Noah and Ellie had arrived. They were sitting on the couch and waved when she came in. He had his arm slung around Ellie. She shared little of her life with the group, as usual, thought Cici, but she was always responsive and encouraging of others to share their lives with her. Dina was telling a story about New Mexico. Jesse watched her closely while leaning against the fireplace. There was music on the stereo, Fleetwood Mac.

Robin, Jesse’s mother, came along with a plate of chicken wings. “You want some?” she said.

“I'm good,” said Cici.

Robin took the plate out to the living room instead, set it on the coffee table where it would be devoured. Robin was a really nice woman and an excellent cook. She had always made Cici feel welcome. She pioneered most of the potlucks in town, and Jesse and Noah were becoming friends. That night, she had her hair down. She wore a hooded sweatshirt. She was a few years older than Cici, but that was inconsequential. “Where’s Joel?” she said.

“Him and Tommy got stuck at the lookout,” said Cici, sipping her whiskey. “Maria said they radio'd in. They’ll be back in the morning.”

"You worried?"

Cici shrugged. "I'm trying not to be. Maria said everything was all clear. It's just the storm."

Robin seemed to understand this. “Jonathan is working in his greenhouse,” she said. “Guess it’s just the the women and children tonight.”

“What’s he up to?”

“They want to expand the soy crop,” said Robin. “They need to build more space. With summer running out on us, there’s a crunch.”

Cici had helped out some, with the farming. Though she was not as familiar with greenhouses. “Are storms common in the mountains, in late summer?”

“Yes,” she said. “What about in the midwest?”

“Very much,” said Cici. “The changing of the seasons bring chaos everywhere.”

“I hear that.” Robin’s laugh was deep. It was reassuring. “Jesse likes this group,” she said, looking at the kids in the living room, sniping at one another and eating chicken. “He fits in with them. I like them, too. They’re rascals, all of them.”

“It’s good,” said Cici, “to see Noah, like this. With other teenagers. Just hanging out. For a long time, I was worried he would never have the chance."

“What about Joel?” said Robin. “How is he with Joel?”

Cici was staring at Noah. He had gotten taller, again. Just in that past year. She thought he might keep on growing forever, like one of those Giant Redwoods she had read about in childhood, the ones that lived way out in California. “He’s actually good,” she said. “He's always liked Joel. Joel was there for Noah, early on."

“That’s good.” Robin leaned past Cici to pick up a bottle of beer from the counter. She popped off the top and said, “Cheers. I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Me, too,” said Cici. They drank.

“Are you guys going to the softball game tomorrow?” said Robin.

“As long as the rain stays away, probably. Ellie mentioned something about making tee-shirts. She's pretty enthusiastic.”

Robin thought it was unironically a good idea. "I can help," she said.

Then the lights flickered, again, and then again. The rain was still heavy on the roof, and a hush fell over the room. Everybody looked around as if waiting for something to happen. Jesse paused the music and straightened up off the mantle. Noah was up, looking out the window. Ellie and Dina were looking at each other, as if making calculations in one another’s eyes about what to do next.

“It’s just the storm,” said Robin, as the tension died down. Jesse turned the music back on, and the talking resumed. “They are used to the worst case scenario. But you remember, don’t you, Cici? A time when a storm was just a storm.”

Cici watched Noah and Ellie. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it looked like he’d made some sort of stupid joke, and she was rumpling his hair, and they were laughing on the couch beneath the faint, white glow of the Christmas lights. They reminded her of puppies. When she was eighteen and pregnant, sitting on a river bank in Viroqua, WI, what had she imagined her life would become? Joel had said the same thing once, in a manner of speaking. When I was eighteen, I had a GED and two jobs, he’d said. Three, if you counted Sarah. She tried not thinking about him when he wasn't there.

There was a knock on the door then. It was Maria. At first, Cici was worried. But that was just the storm talking. Maria had a bottle of wine and a bowl of potato chips. Her hair was down, and she looked tired but pretty.

“Took you long enough,” said Robin.

“No rest for the wicked,” said Maria.

When Maria came into the kitchen, all the kids shouted HEY MARIA as raucously as possible, and everybody laughed and asked for her to hand over the chips. Maria was a stern woman but even she could not resist them.

***

Outside, later on, Ellie and Noah were sitting out on the porch. Noah was scratching Cinderella the dog behind the ears while Ellie sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring hard into the dark as if parsing its atoms, which screamed.

“So," said Noah. “What's going on with Dina?"

Dina was still inside the house with Jesse. They had gravitated toward one another as the night drew on.

“Nothing,” said Ellie, sighing. “I don’t know. Does it seem like something's going on?"

“She's nice,” he said. “You could tell me."

“I hardly know her,” said Ellie.

“That doesn’t always matter.”

“She likes Jesse anyway,” said Ellie. “I’m just some girl. I don’t fit.”

“Fit where?” said Noah.

Ellie laughed at this and shoved him in the shoulder. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” said Noah. “Where are you trying to fit?”

“I don’t know, Noah.”

“Is this a Riley thing?” he said.

“Please,” she said.

“Fine,” he said. Ellie was not an open book. “Well, I’ll still be your friend.”

“Oh, ha ha,” said Ellie, shoving him again, harder this time. He almost tipped in his chair, but that was on purpose. “Like you could unfriend me. You need me.”

He thought back to Moline, when they had found that arcade. It had been raining that night, too. He remembered the blood, gathering and running down the drain pipes, as if that's what they were meant for. “Let’s go inside before this storm gets the best of us,” he said.

***

On the Stereo:

"Calling Cards" by Neko Case  "Magpie to the Morning" by Neko Case  "Storms" by Fleetwood Mac 

[makeste]

Index of BnHA Stuff (Essays/Metas/Misc.) (old version)

this is part two of my giant index of all my BnHA chapter recaps, essays, and so forth (see part one for more on why I split them up). the other indexes are linked below.

index of the indexes:

manga recaps (no spoilers)

essays/metas/misc.

anime recaps/other anime stuff

fic recs

manga recaps cont. (spoilers)

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part two of the index (essays, metas, and so forth) is below the cut.

(ETA: this is the original version of my bnha meta index! it is not sorted by category, and is in chronological posting order with both spoiler and non-spoiler posts. I’m keeping the post up because I know some people have it saved for reference, but moving forward all new metas will be added to my two new indexes instead:

essays/metas/misc (no spoilers)

essays/metas/misc (spoilers)

this post is current to about chapter 277 or thereabouts. anyways, that’s all!)

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essays/metas/misc.:

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(tag: bnha meta)

(also please take note of posts marked with **manga spoilers**!)

BnHA Bonus Rant: Top 10 Anime Betrayals (a.k.a. who is the U.A. Traitor)

BnHA Bonus Rant #2: Dad for One (a.k.a. All for One is Deku’s dad)

Nighteye Deserved Better: The Essay

on superhero culture in BnHA, and Horikoshi’s concept of what makes a hero

and part 2 of the above, featuring a lot of rambling about Bakugou

the good, the bad, and the basement (a.k.a. my list of pros and cons of the Overhaul Arc) (this one has some very good replies from @elanorpam and @herongale (who I can’t tag for some reason) in the comments that are honestly more worth reading than my initial post lol)

BnHA Bonus Rant #3: “Kacchan”

BnHA Bonus Rant #4: Bakumom

top ten characters as of March 2019 (**manga spoilers**)

regarding the parallels and contrasts between Deku and Gentle

on fandom’s response to chapter 192  (**manga spoilers**)

on Endeavor and whether or not he can be redeemed (**manga spoilers**)

piecing together the whole Dabi thing and the Todoroki flashbacks (**manga spoilers**)

and an addendum to that which isn’t actually my meta (credit to @baezetsu) but is cool regardless so I’ll link it here (**manga spoilers**)

ranking of the class B kids’ quirks (**manga spoilers**)

weird theory post related to the you-know-whats from chapter 193 (**manga spoilers**)

my predictions for future arcs, as of chapter 228 or thereabouts (**manga spoilers**)

“could you do a meta about Bakugou’s expression in chapter 40?” (yes. yes I can)

the new BakuDeku status quo (**manga spoilers**)

“do you think Bakugou is unusually divisive for a shounen rival?”

Top 10 Favorite Bakugou Moments

on Shigaraki Tomura and whether or not he can be redeemed (**manga spoilers**)

U.A. Traitor Theory 2: Electric Boogaloo (**manga spoilers**)

favorite BnHA arcs ranked (**manga spoilers**)

“When there’s a wall before your eyes... you smile.” (a.k.a. my giant essay about Bakugou and winning) (**manga spoilers**)

BnHA Bonus Rant # 5: All for One for All (**manga spoilers**)

Top 10 Favorite Deku Moments (**manga spoilers, but tagged**)

“how do you feel about Izuku and Ochako’s romance in the story so far?” (**manga spoilers**)

"when you say Shigaraki will be ‘redeemed’, what exactly does that mean?” a.k.a. another essay about Tomura and whether or not he deserves redemption (**manga spoilers**)

“how do you think Bakugou feels about Izuku choosing ‘Deku’ as his hero name?”

on AFO and his intentions regarding his “heir” (**manga spoilers**)

Favorite BnHA OST Tracks

BnHA Bonus Diversion: Horikoshi’s Sketches

probably like my 500th rant about Deku and Kacchan and their confused relationship (**manga spoilers**)

some musing about the upcoming plot and a forthcoming character interaction (post-ch. 242) (**manga spoilers**)

a hero under construction (a.k.a. essay 700-b about Bakugou, this time specifically about him being a complete and utter shithead in the first chapter, and why he’s still my favorite anyway)

why Kaminari Denki is not the U.A. traitor (and why the traitor is actually Hagakure) (**manga spoilers**)

ITP: an incomplete but lovingly assembled list of people who have it out for my kid (a.k.a. my ranking of possible main antagonists for Bakugou) (**manga spoilers**)

some very brief metaing about chapter 244, the possible implications of Bakugou and Deku reading a certain book, and a potential storm looming on the horizon between Bakugou and a certain other character (**manga spoilers**)

“what I lack” (a.k.a. a chapter 247-prompted essay about Bakugou’s continuing journey as a person) (**manga spoilers**)

a quick meta about Bakugou’s lack of a tragic past, and why I think that’s important

what we could have been (a.k.a. an essay about the differences in Deku and Bakugou compared to All Might and Endeavor) (**manga spoilers**)

“what purpose does our strength serve?” (a.k.a. what Bakugou learned about himself in the latest arc, and what choice he may have settled on) (**manga spoilers**)

meta about what “Kacchan” would potentially mean as a hero name (**manga spoilers**)

some reactions to Horikoshi’s 12/22/19 interview with Cinema Today Japan, particularly his remarks about Bakugou

the mortifying ordeal of being known... and rejected (a.k.a. an essay about the importance of Bakugou and Deku’s bond and how Bakugou secretly fears losing it) (**manga spoilers**)

some predictions on who is & isn’t making it out of the latest arc (**manga spoilers**)

why I think a traitor plot would be good for Hagakure’s development (**manga spoilers**)

so, Heroes Rising (a.k.a. my thoughts on the second BnHA movie) (**manga spoilers**) (**spoilers for Heroes Rising**)

receive, and entrust (or, my rambling thoughts about That One Thing that happens at the end of Heroes Rising) (**manga spoilers**) (**and again, spoilers for Heroes Rising, obviously**)

some more thoughts about Hagakure being the traitor and even possibly being a certain someone’s sister (**manga spoilers**)

killing is not so easy as the innocent believe (a.k.a. a very misguided essay about Hawks lmao) (**manga spoilers**)

some rambling about legacies, and opening up, and All Might has two sons more at 11 (a.k.a. a discussion of Bakugou and Deku and their relationships with All Might) (**manga spoilers**)

a ranking of all the kids in U.A.’s first year by how likely they are to murder a bitch (**manga spoilers**)

my take on a certain someone’s hotly debated actions in chapter 266 (**manga spoilers**)

on Shigaraki Tomura and his motivations and current goals (**manga spoilers**)

some speculation about the role a certain recently-resurrected character might play in regards to the battle against Tomura (**manga spoilers**)

literally just a giant post of Bakugou faces

a series of posts about how short Dabi is (shh, he’s sensitive) - 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 (**manga spoilers**)

“what do you think about the sexualization of the girls in the anime/manga?” (**manga spoilers**)

“how do you feel about the anime changing things from the manga?”

some thoughts about the occasional sexualization of the boys in BnHA as opposed to the girls, and why the two things aren’t equivalent

a theory about Deku (and One for All)’s connection to All for One (**manga spoilers**)

“being a hero means protecting everyone” (or, my thoughts on Katsuki’s character growth as of chapter 274) (**manga spoilers**)

my thoughts on Shouto sometimes being left out of BKDK antics, and the TDBKDK dynamic and how it works in the series

“...just to protect you.” (a.k.a. "why Deku still hasn’t told anyone else about OFA”) (**manga spoilers**)

some brief musings on why I think [insert spoiler character] is going to lose their quirk (**manga spoilers**)

some more meta about why said character losing their quirk would kickstart some long-awaited character development (**manga spoilers**)

obstacles do not block the path -- they are the path (a.k.a. yet another meta about this person losing their quirk, and how the series has been foreshadowing it, and why I think it should happen) (**manga spoilers**)

a bit of a rant about the ratio of male to female characters in the series, and why Horikoshi had better not mess with the lady heroes we do have (**manga spoilers**)

some speculation on a certain character’s future role in the series after the injuries they sustained in chapters 267& 271 (**manga spoilers**)

some brief thoughts on the “Eri can just heal such and such” theories that crop up from time to time (**manga spoilers**)

quick rambly post about my initial thoughts on Bakugou and why I loved him from the start

needlessly long and tangent-y post about whether or not Bakugou should have any more angst in the series, feat. a comparison to various other characters’ traumas just for perspective (**manga spoilers**)

yet more meta about a certain character hypothetically becoming quirkless, and what kind of impact it might have on them, and how they would try to move forward (**manga spoilers**)

“do you think OFA’s secret should be shared with more than Bakugou?” (**manga spoilers**)

top ten characters as of July 2020 (**manga spoilers**)

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other people’s meta / meta back-and-forth:

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more essaying about AFO and whether or not he’s the final villain (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**)

on Re-Destro and the source of the “stress” that fuels his quirk (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**)

more discussion about BnHA 237, and the bystander effect (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**)

some meta on chapter 236 regarding Kotaro, [redacted]’s quirk upgrade, and potential ways for AFO to continue tormenting the Shimuras in the future (thequietmanno1) (**manga spoilers**) 

if you’re going to stan a villain, stan them as a villain (a.k.a. some musings on whether liking a character isn’t the same thing as endorsing all of their actions) (waywardhellhound) (**manga spoilers**)

a brief meta on what we know about Kacchan and Deku’s childhood friendship and them knowing each other since they were lil babbies (class1akids) (**manga spoilers**)

[camillemontespan]

a kingdom divided [part eleven: a court of the past, a court of the present]

Part Ten if you want to catch up!

Previously.... Liam tried to work out what to do about the revelation that there is a secret club in his palace consisting of anti-monarchists (both nobles and servants), the Beaumonts hosted a Welcome Home dinner for Bertrand, Hana and Maxwell had more than just dessert, Olivia kept trying to ignore Leo and Camille’s ancestor made her first appearance. 

@pug-bitch @jovialyouthmusic @drakesensworld @moonlightgem7 @sirbeepsalot @ifyouseekheart @dcbbw @tacohead13 @notoriouscs @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore 

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Everyone watched Camille intently as she closed her eyes, thinking of the best way to explain who her ancestor was and why she was being linked to Bertrand's poisoning.

'I've never told anyone about Madame de Montespan except for Drake,' Camille started. 'My grandmother always went on about our heritage and she loved to tell the story of Madame de Montespan around the dinner table but I was never that forthcoming with it. For one thing, you wouldn't believe me. But she's my ancestor and it is stupid to ignore something that happened, something so dramatic and irrevocable.. '

She swallowed and Drake wrapped his arm around her as a comfort. Camille looked at her friends and she saw Bertrand smile at her softly. Using him as her focus, she began to tell them.

'This is going to sound ridiculous, which is also a reason why I don't talk about it. My ancestor, Madame de Montespan was the official mistress of Louis XIV at Versailles.'

Hana let out an excited gasp. 'Ooh Camille!'

Liam chuckled and encouraged by their positivity, Camille continued. 'She had seven children with him. The Queen was cast aside, though she still ruled, but only by name. In time, Montespan's influence in court grew so great that it was as if she was ruling Versailles herself.'

'Powerful woman,' Olivia said. 'I applaud her efforts.'

'In that time, Kings truly believed they were chosen by God and Louis really believed this. He wanted Versailles to be a glittering court and the epicentre of France itself. He was all style, no substance.'

Camille's heart started to pound as she became settled. 'Being the King's mistress wasn't easy either. Imagine say, Kiara was Liam's official mistress -'

Liam burst out laughing. 'Oh god, the image..'

'Well, Kiara's position isn't safe because, for example, you would have Penelope in the wings, biding her time, trying her best to attract Liam's attention. To be the official mistress was a huge deal and many ladies at court wanted to be chosen. The benefits you would be awarded, the reputation, the glamour! So, Penelope could work hard, get noticed and soon, she would take Kiara's place.'

'Let me guess.. Montespan was replaced,' Leo said.

Camille nodded. 'Eventually.'

She looked around the table and giggled when she saw how entranced her friends were. Maxwell's eyes were wide. 'Well, go on!' he begged. Drake squeezed her hand.

Camille sighed. 'Montespan, although beautiful, charismatic and intelligent.. The story goes she was desperate to keep her position and hold into the King's love. Apparently, she turned to witchcraft and black magic to keep the King's attention on her. Apparently, she did some awful things which I won't go into... Anyway, while she was involved in these dark dealings, the King was alerted that there was a conspiracy to poison him. An investigation started and it came to light that many of his courtiers were having the same idea as Montespan. Many wanted to be loved by the King as to be respected and known by him could do wonders for your status at court. Perhaps he could help raise their roles at court or help arrange profitable marriages for their children. Everyone at court was in it for themselves and they were power mad. So, many of them began to use magic and potions to further their cause. When some were caught, they implicated Montespan, suggesting she was the worst of them. Apparently she would add 'love' potions to his food, much of the mixture wasn't exactly edible. She was eventually cleared of trying to poison him but she still used potions to keep him.'

'What happened in the end?' Liam asked, his voice tense. Clearly, he was imagining himself in this position.

'There were trials. 400 people were investigated,' Camille said. Hana gasped again. She had been clutching Maxwell's hand under the table from suspense. Maxwell wished they had popcorn.

'Many were sentenced to death but there was a number who were sent away to remote prisons and never seen or heard from again. They just vanished. I think Louis didn't want the world to find out what was happening in his beloved court,' she said, her voice on edge now. ' I believe he wanted to keep his reputation intact so he thought it would be best to lock them up and throw away the key.'

Olivia reddened, realising she had suggested to Liam that he do that very thing to the anti monarchy group in the palace.

'What happened to Montespan?' Hana asked quietly. They all waited with bated breath.

'She was sent away around the time l'affaire des poisons ended,' Camille told her. 'Louis found a new mistress, a very religious one at that, completely different from Montespan.  Montespan's time at court was finished. A dozen years she was his mistress and she was cast aside to be replaced. But, I don't agree with what she did. It was stupid and she harmed herself. So to those who think I would love her and admire her, perhaps repeat her ways, they are wrong.' Her voice was filled with venom now.' As interesting and colourful as she was, she was flawed. I don't hold her up on a pedestal like my grandmother did.'

Leo sighed. ‘What does the article about her and you say?’

Camille read out a part of it to the table: ‘The Duchess of Valtoria, it seems, is no stranger to poison. As well as her mentor, the Duke of Ramsford, being hospitalised from an attempted attack, we have done research and discovered that her ancestor, who lived at the court of Versailles, was also involved in a poison scandal; in fact, she was the figurehead for l’affaire des poisons. Will history repeat itself? Perhaps our popular Duchess has more skeletons in her closet. Only time will tell.���

She rolled her eyes. ‘Will history repeat itself? Sure, I would love to poison the king in an effort to make him love me, despite being happily married. Bullshit.’ 

'What does your ancestor have to do with Bertrand being poisoned though? Why reach so far for some tabloid gossip? Why even bother?' Hana asked, confused. They all thought.

'The rebels have used France as an inspiration..' Liam said. 'The rock they threw through Camille and Drake's nursery had a note attached which read Vive la Republique. They stormed the Palace like they stormed Bastille. They are referencing Camille's French ancestor. It seems France is the country the anti-monarchists wish to mimic. Why couldn’t they just copy Britain with their stiff upper lip and ‘keep calm and carry on’ posters. Much better.’ The contempt in his voice was obvious. 

'Oh god what if they have a guillotine?!' Hana cried. Olivia rolled her eyes. 'Trust me, if they had a guillotine, I would know about it.'

Leo chuckled at her words.

Bertrand cleared his throat. 'If I may offer an opinion..'

Everyone turned to him. 'The secret club want the monarchy to be overturned and for a Republic to take its place,’ he said. ‘They want something that they think will help them, much like Montespan and her peers used potions to get what they wanted. What if they poisoned me, the Duke of Ramsford, as a first step to get rid of a noble and therefore, one less hurdle to get over until they reach their goal?'

They stared at him, all their faces pale. 'You think they might target the rest of us?' Maxwell asked.

Bertrand winced. 'Maybe?'

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘You do bleet about your title a lot, Bertrand. Sometimes, discreetness is key.’ Maxwell shot her a chilling look. 

Liam sighed. 'If Bertrand is correct and that is the club’s intentions, it would mean my allies would be gone and I wouldn't be protected. It's ironic that whilst Louis XIV's court wanted him to love them, my court want me gone. If they are plotting with poison, they would get rid of all the loyal nobles until only I am left standing.. That means everyone is in danger. They want me gone and they will stop at nothing to make it happen.'

They were all silent, contemplating his words. Drake cleared his throat. 'Please can I speak to Camille in private?'

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Drake drew her into the Beaumont study. Camille blushed, remembering that this was the location of their first kiss. How everything had changed since.

Drake's face was pale as he looked at her. 'If what Bertrand says is true, I don't like it.'

Camille took hold of his hand. 'Drake, it's just a theory. He could be completely wrong. You never know, someone might just really dislike him-'

'I'm not naive, Camille,' Drake ground out. 'We have already had a rock through our window and had to hide in the palace after the mob tried to get inside. I honestly think this concerns all of us and to be honest, after they've brought up your family history in the newspaper as a sort of propaganda, I really don't want to stick around and see what happens. I want us out of Cordonia.'

Camille stepped back from him, her mouth agape. 'You mean leave court permanently?'

Drake sighed. 'Just listen -'

'But you promised Liam we would be in his corner? You said he could trust us to fight for him. We can't just leave!' Camille’s voice was becoming high pitched now. 'He has already been so understanding about us taking our time coming back to court after everything that's happened so far. My last name is the reason why things might get even worse. We can't just run away. You're his best friend.'

'And you're my wife and the mother of my unborn child,' he said bluntly. 'That is more important. Liam knows this, he knows you and Baby Girl are my priority and he will understand me wanting to keep you safe. Now, if there is a plot to poison you, I'm sorry Camille but I can't sit back and watch it happen. This has changed everything. I was happy to stay in Liam's corner and support him, but if anything were to happen to you now, I would never forgive myself.'

They stared at each other, their chests rising and falling. Camille understood where Drake was coming from as she wanted them to be safe too and protect their baby. But she couldn't stomach the idea of leaving their best friends in a court where poison was the main drink served. What kind of friends would they be if they abandoned them now?

Drake could see her thinking, the cogs turning in her mind. 'We could leave Cordonia until this dies down,' he said softly.

'Where would we go?'

Drake scuffed his shoe against the floor with his hands in his pockets. 'Texas.'

'The family ranch?'

'The very one,' he replied. 'Where we got married on the jetty and spent our wedding night by the lake. My mom would be relieved, I think. She could help you get yourself ready for Baby Girl. We could spend the summer by the lake, I could help mom with the cooking and you could read all of the books you never have time to read while you're busy being a Duchess. We could sit and watch the sun go down and you could drink lemonade on the porch while I mucked out the stable. It would be simple and peaceful, which are two things I think we desperately need right now.'

He looked so earnest as he spoke, his eyes lighting up as he imagined an easier life. How could she say no to that? Especially when everything he was saying sounded like a dream that could so easily become a reality. She couldn't lie - her anxiety was at its peak right now and all she did was worry. A summer spent preparing for Baby Girl sounded magical.

But guilt still held her back.

'What if,' she began hesitantly, 'we stayed at court for now and waited it out? We can still take our time going back to court, as we are doing anyway, but we don't leave just yet. Do what Liam is doing and do nothing but keep our eyes open? I don't want to escape and leave Liam and everyone to deal with it themselves. We could see how it is at court and if it gets really dangerous, then we will go to Texas. I promise. Besides, we are basing this on a theory, it might not become that extreme. I know you're worried, as I am too, but I refuse to leave when it's my name Montespan that has potentially made this worse. I can't abandon our friends.'

Drake sighed. 'They would understand if we left.'

'I know they would. I just don't feel comfortable doing that yet.'

Drake's eyes were steady on her. 'Fine, we will stay for now. But, we are having ground rules. One - we don't attend dinners at court. We can go to balls and the opera and such, but no dinners. Two - you will not eat or drink anything that's served to you, even if its at fucking afternoon tea. Bring snacks in your handbag if you need to, but you do not drink or eat anything at court. I won't have you eat anything that could be contaminated, do you understand?'

Camille nodded. 'I can blame lack of hunger on the baby. Morning sickness and such.'

Drake smiled, glad she was happy to accept such restricting rules. He felt sick telling her what she could and couldn't do- he always wanted her to be her own person and she was fiercely independent anyway, which was one reason why he loved her. But she had to be safe.

Camille took his hand. 'You have to abide by those rules too, Drake. I may be carrying a baby but you're my husband and I don't want you in danger either.'

Drake smiled weakly and brought her into him, his mouth meeting hers. 'I love you,' he murmured. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him. 'I love you too.'

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The dinner finished up an hour later and everyone said their goodbyes. Everyone except for Hana. At Maxwell's suggestion, she hid in his room and Bertrand was none the wiser.

With the thought of poisoning on her mind and the worry that this was a plot, Hana needed a distraction.

She really liked Maxwell. Despite the fact they had spent practically every private moment fucking, she did genuinely like him. He was lovable and easygoing and made everything in life feel lighter and more golden. He had this thing about him that anything was possible, he made her feel like she could do anything she set her mind to.

She had never been in Maxwell’s bedroom before. It was large and painted a dove grey. A flat screen TV was on the wall and an Xbox placed on the shelf underneath it. Framed posters of his favourite films were hung on the walls and there was a stuffed toy panda lying beside his pillow. A framed photo of Maxwell and Bertrand, with Camille in the middle of them, was stood up on his window sill. It had been taken on the day of Drake and Camille’s wedding and the three of them were beaming at the camera. Hana smiled at the photograph. Clearly, Camille was still an honorary Beaumont. 

Right now, Maxwell was kissing every inch of her that he could reach , counting as he trailed his lips over her skin.  It was a game for him and he was currently at 45. Hana was wearing one of his check shirts; Maxwell loved the look of her in his shirt.

The film Say Anything was on the TV and Maxwell had found popcorn and oreos to share. He stopped kissing her bare leg to look at the TV screen. 'Who's better looking - me or John Cusack?' he asked.

Hana giggled. 'You, Maxwell. That said, John Cusack does have a great voice. Have you listened to him in the film Anastasia? Oh my God...’

Maxwell sat up, his eyes wide. 'What's wrong with my voice?!'

Hana burst out laughing and curled up with a pillow against her chest. 'Nothing! Just he has a great voice.'

'As opposed to my rubbish voice?!'

'You have a lovely voice,' she assured him. 'It's just.. Not like John Cusack's. His voice is a bit deeper -'

Maxwell blinked. 'Oh god. Is my voice not deep?'

'It is deep! It's just a more soft and gentle deep.  Like you have a sort of deep voice but it has a lilt, I love your lilt.. But like, take Drake. His voice is really deep! It sounds like he mumbles when really, he's speaking normally.'

Maxwell giggled. He frowned and said in the gruffest voice he could manage, ‘You, bar keep! Give me a whiskey! And stay away from Camille!’

‘That was terrible!’ Hana said, snorting. ‘He is very protective of Camille though. I don’t blame him.’ 

Maxwell cuddled up into Hana and for a moment, they lay there intertwined. ‘Do you think Bertrand is right and the secret club will try and poison us?’ he asked, twirling a lock of Hana’s hair around his finger.

‘I don’t know,’ Hana said honestly. ‘I’m terrified. I hope he’s wrong but the rebels have used France as an inspiration before. I just don’t want any more people to get hurt.’ 

Her throat constricted and she blinked tears away. Maxwell sensed her sadness and brought her in close to him, kissing her forehead fiercely. ‘I’ll protect you,’ he told her. Hana looked at him. ‘Yeah?’

‘God yeah. I may not have Liam’s logical mind or Drake’s brute strength but damn it, I can dance kick my way out of any scrape!’

Hana giggled, feeling better already. He always had a way to make her laugh. Maxwell squeezed her into him and whispered in her ear, ‘I promise though. I’ll protect you; I mean it.’

She was on him in an instant. Maxwell’s hands reached out to cover her ass as she straddled him and she leaned in close, kissing his neck. She felt his fingers reach round to trail down towards the gap between her legs and she welcomed him with a groan. His fingers stroked her softly and he could feel her body reacting in the best way.  She pulled her thong down and threw it away from her, before closing her eyes and focusing on his touch. 

Her hands groped at his t-shirt and pulled it up. His pyjama bottoms followed quickly, as well as his boxers. He was so hard for her. 

Seeing this, Hana brought her mouth around his length and Maxwell leaned his head back against the headboard, concentrating on the swirl of her tongue.  ‘Hana, get on me,’ he murmured. Not needing to be told twice, Hana settled herself down onto him and gave a gasp as she felt him fill her. 

They moved together, Hana controlling the pace and gripping onto his hands as she rode him. Maxwell couldn’t help but watch this dark haired beauty wearing his check shirt, riding him, while in the throes of ecstacy. How had he gotten this lucky? Maxwell was never lucky. He always got the crap end of the stick; he always got the bad grades despite trying so hard, he always missed the last bus from school, he always ended up getting caught in the rain, he always got turned down when he asked girls he liked on dates.

But Hana was different. She seemed to really like him and Maxwell couldn’t understand why but he wasn’t going to question it. He really liked her too. 

To Maxwell, Hana was his lucky charm. 

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Olivia finished getting ready for bed and pulled her red hair up into a bun. After tonight’s events, what with her kissing Leo which she instantly regretted and Camille’s family history, Olivia had needed a hot bath and time to decompress. She was wearing silk purple pyjamas with an oriental dragon design embroidered on them; they were her favourite pyjamas and made her feel safe and cosy. Even Olivia had to feel safe and cosy sometimes.

She always had a room in Liam’s palaces, since she was always with him. She rarely went home to Lythikos and why would she want to? It was cold, the people were brittle and the manor she lived in had stone walls inside it. 

This palace where Liam and his court stayed was much better. 

She heard something brush against the carpet and she frowned. Padding across the floor, she saw a note lying next to her door. She opened it and her eyes slid across its contents. 

Need a drinking buddy after tonight? You know where I am - Leo

With a frustrated groan, Olivia screwed the note up into a ball and threw it into the bin. He will never make me forget. 

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Hey readers, it’s Erin :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I really loved writing it, mainly because I finally got to introduce the inspiration for this series, Madame de Montespan and l’affaire des poisons. Thank you to @pug-bitch for reading over the part of this chapter where Camille explains who Montespan was, I knew the basic story but didn’t want to write the facts inaccurately so thank you for reading it beforehand to see if I portrayed the events correctly! I love this period of history because it’s so dramatic and you do think ‘no way did any of that happen!’ but as Louis XIV’s sister in law wrote: “I believe that the histories which will be written about this court after we are all gone, will be better and more entertaining than any novel, and I am afraid that those who come after us will not be able to believe them and will think that they are just fairy tales.”

[bards-witcher]

Ohm and Cartoonz reading fanfiction about each other? Ohm getting flustered and Cartoonz getting flirty while they read? Eventually, Ohm reads a part of it where he grabs Luke's shirt and pulls him into a kiss, but Luke starts saying how unrealistic it was because Ohm would never do that, but Ohm's like, "You wanna bet?" and suddenly Luke is the one getting flustered.

Thank you for the prompt!! I hope you enjoy It, although I feel like I may have diverted away from it too much :/ I’m always happy to redo it if you like :D

[Ohm POV]

Toonzy: u up?

He stared at the discord message that popped up on his screen, smiling at who sent it, of course, Luke would be the only other person awake at this ungodly early hour of the morning.

Ohmie: yh why?

Toonzy: You know how when you get bored you search weird shit and you just keep going further and further in?

Ohmie: please don’t tell me you started watching pimple popping vids again, I don’t want to see or hear that shit

Toonzy: Nah I started reading fanfiction

Toonzy: Of us

Toonzy: It’s…. interesting to say the least

He stared at the screen in front of him as he processed what Luke had sent him, he could feel his face heating up at the thought of what Luke could have read. He’s not going to deny that he’s fallen down the same hole and actually enjoyed whatever colorful scenarios their fans made up, but that was a secret he never wanted to bring to the light of day.

Giving a sigh he pressed the call button, only a few seconds passing before Luke answered it, a terse silence filling the air between them.

“So, fanfic huh?” he felt awkward speaking and he’s sure it’s quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop.

“Yeah, I had some free time so decided why the hell not, and yeah…” He could hear Luke clear his throat, a tell-tale sign that he was caught off guard and/or he messed up, sometimes both. He tried to hide his laugh as he thought of some of the times during games the older man would try and throw something so confidently that there’s no way he could fail, only to miss and pause before clearing his throat as he tried again. That train of thought was stopped when Luke spoke up again “seems to me that the fans are trying to tell you something Ohm, you’re my bitch in every story I’ve read”

He couldn’t hold back his laugh at the comment “Fuck off, you’ve been my bitch in those fics plenty of times”

“Oh yeah? Prove it?”

It was a silent challenge, one that could potentially change their friendship for good or worse. He decided to ignore the implications of his choice as he gave his answer “Give me a sec”

Despite it being almost three in the morning they spent the next few hours swapping fics between one other, often narrating parts of the story they thought funny or outlandish.

“Why does everyone think you like drinking coffee? You out here spreading lies Ohm? Do I need to come punish you?” Lukes’ booming laugh came through the speakers which were coupled by his own giggles and flustered face. In the back of his mind, he was trying to ignore the fact he was enjoying this a lot more than he should, as well as that last remark Luke had made which had almost sounded genuine.

“Hey, I drink coffee plenty of times thank you very much”

“Heart attack in a cup is more like it, whatever the fuck you’re drinking sure ain’t coffee anymore”

“Whatever, my big strong muscle man, why don’t you go rip your shirt off”

“THAT WAS ONE FIC”

He couldn’t stop the laughs spilling out of his mouth as he could hear Luke try to gain back any semblance of control he had “Well you’re the one who had some kinda kink for it, can’t blame me for trying to please my man”

Now they were both laughing, his face red whether from breathlessness or something else, he wasn’t too sure. He could feel an undercurrent of electricity between them, even though they weren’t actually together. It almost felt as if they heading towards a cliff edge with no plan on stopping.

“Besides, I need me a man who actually has balls, you know, someone who can still use the bathroom despite there being a tiny ass spider in there” Luke only laughed harder at his own remark as he waited for his response.

“Hey! That thing was huge, I wasn’t gonna go anywhere near it. If you’d have seen it you would’ve reacted exactly the same”

“Ohm. It was literally the size of my pinky nail”

“Not my fault you have weirdly large hands”

“pfffttt, if you can’t handle an itty bitty spider how the fuck you gonna do anything in these fics huh?”

“Says who?”

“Says me, bitch. Not tryna be funny Ohm but the tamest thing here is dragging me in for a kiss and I doubt your capabilities to do even that”

“Wanna bet” he made his voice deeper than usual, the one he knew got under Lukes’ skin and made him squirm, a secret that had been admitted to him over a drunk call and something the older man had seemingly forgotten the next day. Silence rang through their call, he can faintly hear the sound of Luke moving around in his chair, but no other response was forthcoming. “Unless you’re not ballsy enough that is”

When no response came still, he started to panic, thinking maybe that had been it, he’d finally driven them off of the cliff edge. He was about to apologize before he heard Luke clear his throat, and he couldn’t help but smile at himself as he heard the false bravado in Lukes’ voice “You know what sure, I ain’t afraid of a little bet. Ain’t like you’re gonna be showing your face anytime soon anyway”

“1-year time limit and the winner gets $50. Goodnight Toonzy” He ended the call before Luke could reply, smiling to himself as he shut off his computer and started to get ready for bed, smiling at the ‘Deal’ Luke had sent him before going to sleep.

[Luke POV]

It was that time of the year again when he would travel to LA for E3, to not only get a good look at the games coming out and the chance to play them but to also spend some time with his friends and the odd fan here and there.

There were a couple of days left on the deal he’d made with Ohm which felt like a lifetime ago. For the past month, he’d been counting down the days before he’d cash in, every other day sending the masked gamer his PayPal link in preparation for it.

A tiny thought in the back of his mind couldn’t help but feel disappointed though, a small part of him had hoped that between the fanfiction reading and the flirting that there may have been something there, that maybe something could happen, it was just waiting for that final spark to send all their boundaries to ashes.

He’d traveled with Mark to the expo, only noticing when they got to their floor that his friend wasn’t in the room next door as was planned.

“Thought you were supposed to be next to me?”

“Said they had no rooms together, this was the best they could do” He decided to ignore the side eye Mark gave after his comment, how he seemed to be antsy to get into his room almost.

He pegged his weird behavior to tiredness before letting him escape to his room, both planning on getting some time to rest before they headed out that evening.

He couldn’t have been in his room for more than 30 minutes before he heard a knock on his door, letting out a sigh, he got up off his bed to answer it. He’d expected to see Mark or Anthony or any other one of his friends standing there, but he had no idea who the man in front of him was, although a small part in the back of his brain was niggling at him that he knew him.

He couldn’t stop the appreciative gaze he swept over the smaller man, at his messy brown hair and flushed cheeks to his toned body and nonchalant smile, how he stood there with a glint in his eye as if he was holding a secret.

“Hey Toonzy”

He knew that voice, he would be able to recognize that voice anywhere but his mind somehow couldn’t put the dots together, how the man in front of him was his best friend. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, eyes wide and mouth open as he tried to process what was happening, finally able to stutter out a response.

“Ohm? What the fuck are you doi-“ Before he could finish his sentence he saw Ohm reach for him, giving himself a firm grip on his hoodie before tugging him forward, he barely managed to stop himself from falling before lips were pressed against his.

It only took a moment for his brain to scream at him to kiss him back before he was reciprocating, the both of them not caring who saw them as they stood in the hallway, their kiss getting more and more heated until eventually, they had to break away for air.

They both smiled down at each other as they caught their breath, Ohm still had a firm grasp in his hoodie, almost as if he was scared to let go. Despite the fact that he really wanted to continue kissing Ohm, he grabbed the younger man’s hands and pulled them off of his hoodie before throwing the man and wink and heading back into his room.

“Luke, I’m sorry, did I-“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Ohm, I’m only getting your $50 for your services” He couldn’t stop himself laughing as he saw the look of indignation on Ohms’ face before the man somewhat composed himself and had a wicked gleam in his eye.

“You’re lucky I don’t spank your ass because of that, now shut up and get on the bed” He couldn’t stop the shiver that Ohms’ comment sent down his spine, especially because he was using that deep voice that always had some sort of effect on him.

“Yes, sir” Not one to be taken lightly he walked over to Ohm who had started to make his way into his room before picking him up and over his shoulder, ignoring his shriek before dropping him onto the bed. The way he was now sprawled over the bed, cheeks red and breath heavy as they stared at one another was a temptation he was never going to be able to refuse.

It’s the next morning when they’re both tired and sore, wanting nothing more than to stay in this room and this moment with one another.

“Who do you think’s gonna be the first person to recognize you? Anthony?” He spoke into the quiet of the morning, enjoying the feeling of having Ohm wrapped up in his arms as the smaller man chuckled at the words.

“Wanna bet?”

[devilsofficialfanfic]

The Purple Flame

Chapter 15: Feelings Are Scary, A Novel By Lotor

A/N: I actually know exactly how I want this fic to end. We just gotta get through the middle parts first. And no, I won’t spoil it for you guys :) 

Content Warnings: No Shower Sex (i promise), No Mpreg (I PROMISE), Lance being Lance, Lotor’s Super Depressing Childhood, Bullshit Galra Biology brings all the boys to the yard, We Have To Talk About Shiro

Lotor could not remember being happier in his life.

And that scared him.

He knew, from experience, that such happiness wouldn’t last long. It never did. Perhaps that was why he’d never pursued a long-term relationship with anyone before; he’d just be giving another pawn for Haggar to use against him, and he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the heartbreak.

He’d been very young when he realized that no one loved him, and he’d grown inured to the idea over the years. It still hurt, thinking about it, sometimes, but it was a familiar kind of pain, like the ache in his right knee from where he’d shattered it once. That was the type of pain he could withstand.

The sharp, burning pain of the witch taking everything from him -his mother, his father, his life’s work, the only four people he’d ever trusted -that was something else.

He wasn’t going to let her take Keith from him, too. And Keith was his responsibility now. Keith could take care of himself, of course, but it didn’t hurt to have someone at your back that you could trust.

And Keith did trust him.

The other paladins did not, the Blades did not, Coran did not, but Keith did.

And he trusted Keith.

That was why he slipped into the shower behind Keith without a second thought, unafraid to let Keith see him for who and what he was.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Keith said as he washed his hair, “but is there a reason for this? You haven’t wanted to before.”

“I have fewer secrets from you now,” Lotor said.

“Will I ever learn all your secrets?”

“Ten thousand years’ worth? I doubt it.”

“Seriously, though, are you in here for sex? Because I don't think that’s gonna happen.”

“It’s not a good idea,” Lotor agreed. “But no, I just…” Why was he there? He could barely stand to let Keith out of his sight, like Keith’s presence alone was some sort of intoxicating drug he just couldn’t get enough of.

Not that he indulged in any mind-altering substances with any frequency; he rarely felt secure enough to purposefully incapacitate himself.

And then it hit him. “I want to apologize to you, Keith,” he began. “I should have warned you, but… Honestly, it rarely happens in hybrids, and it’s never happened to me, so I didn’t think… I didn’t think I’d be affected.”

Keith turned around to face him. “What are you talking about?”

“In full-blooded Galra, there is an instinctual and pheromonal response to… certain situations, particularly at the start of a new relationship.”

“That did not answer my question,” Keith said. “Also, pheromones?”

“Most scientists believe that it initially evolved as a mechanism for the male of the species to ensure that the female was properly impregnated with his offspring.” He closed his eyes. This was terribly embarrassing. “Do humans not do the same?”

“Why would I know? The only humans I’ve ever really gotten to know are the other paladins, and they’re not exactly ‘normal’ humans.” Then Keith frowned. “Are you implying I could be pregnant?”

“I sincerely hope not. I feel like the doctor should have mentioned that.” And Dr. Arnok was an expert in hybrids. “If it were possible. I was led to believe that human males are incapable of carrying children.”

Keith sighed in relief. “They are.” He turned back to rinse his hair out; Lotor continued washing himself. “So what are you saying, then?”

“Whenever I’m around you, my body picks up on pheromones that you’ve released, and those mimic neurotransmitters within my brain that activate the reward centers.”

“So being around me makes you happy?”

“...Yes.”

“Is that why I can barely keep my hands off of you?”

“Probably. I should have warned you, and I’m sorry for that.”

Keith whirled around again and pulled his chin down so that they were eye-to-eye. “You didn’t know. You said it happens rarely in hybrids, and that you’ve never experienced it. So you couldn’t have known, so it’s not your fault.”

“The effects will wear off in a couple of weeks, anyway, and if you prefer, I can… be somewhere else, so you won’t… So you can know that your decisions are yours alone, and not the result of-“

Keith kissed him. “I already know they’re not. And even if they were… I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy, and I don’t want to lose that. But if you really want to go, I won’t stop you.”

“I don’t want to,” Lotor admitted.

“Then that’s that. You said it would wear off in a couple of weeks? Then we should enjoy it while we can.”

So perhaps it was the pheromones and some instinctual response from the primitive parts of his brain that made him this happy, but Lotor found that he didn’t really mind.

Even if he did, there was not a whole lot he could do about it. So there was no point in worrying about it.

“Lotor?”

“Yes, Keith?”

“I’m, uh, I’m going to go talk to Lance, and I’d like you to come with.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to him about something, but I’ve been ignoring it, hoping if I didn’t - Hoping the problem would go away. But it hasn’t, and he’s leaving tomorrow, so… And I think you might be able to give some insights of your own. You’re good at reading people.”

Lotor stood, stretched; Keith didn’t so much as make a face this time. “What is this about, Keith?”

Keith grimaced. “Shiro.”

Of course. Gods, Lotor envied what Keith and Shiro had had. If only someone had given a shit about him, then… “Do you think Lance will be forthcoming with me there?” Lotor asked.

“I thought -he implied that you two had come to some sort of understanding. Anyway, it’s about Shiro. He idolizes Shiro; he’d do just about anything for him.”

“Like you would.”

Keith’s eyes snapped up to meet his. “Yes,” he breathed finally. Then, back in his normal humor, “I’m not bringing you along so you can read me.”

“You make it so easy,” Lotor teased. “You might not say much, but you don’t need to. I can always tell what you’re thinking.”

Keith crossed his arms. “It’s already late, and Lance is a bitch if you wake him up. Come on.”

Lance, apparently, had been in the process of getting ready for sleep, based on his pale green face mask and the bathrobe he was wearing.

It reminded Lotor a little too much of the nights aboard his cruiser with his generals, when he’d honestly thought- when he’d hoped-

“I want to talk to you,” Keith said.

“I’m going to bed,” Lance grumped.

“It’s about Shiro.”

“You couldn’t have done this earlier? And you had to bring Mr. ‘I’ve Never Had So Much As A Single Zit In My Life’ with you?”

“Between multiple heart surgeries, a brief stint on dialysis, and an eye correction surgery, I had enough problems while I went through puberty,” Lotor drawled, his arms crossed. “Thank all the gods I had clear skin, because otherwise I’m not sure what I would have done.”

“Yeah, well-”

“That’s enough,” Keith said sharply. “And no, I wanted to make sure we won’t be interrupted. I’m having a pair of sentries monitor Shiro’s door.”

“Is that really necessary?” Lance asked. “We don’t even know what’s wrong with him.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Keith said. “So, please, can we talk?”

Lance looked back and forth between the two of them, then grimaced. “Yeah, come in.”

The guest rooms did not contain quite the same ascetic opulence of the Imperial Suite, but there was still seating enough for the three of them.

“So. You decided to follow up with our conversation from two weeks ago finally,” Lance said. “And right while I was in the middle of my nightly skin care routine. I assume you brought Lotor up to speed?”

“...Yes,” Keith said. “Have you talked to anyone else?”

“No. Who could I talk to? I knew you’d believe me, Keith, but…” He shrugged. “At least, I hope you believe me.”

“I believe something is not right with Shiro. We just don’t know if it’s… something malicious, or just. Just the war.”

“You said he didn’t come back quite right?” Lotor asked finally. “After his fight with me father?”

“He was missing for...months,” Keith said. “We looked for him, but it was like he was just....gone.”

Lotor frowned. “Gone how? I know you recovered the Black Lion, so did he get out and fight my father like that?” If he had, then Shiro was a much more impressive fighter than Lotor had suspected.

Keith shook his head. “He never left. At least, no one saw him leave. The cockpit was just...empty. Like he’d vanished into thin air.”

“The Black Lion has capabilities that the other Lions lack,” Lotor said thoughtfully. “Specifically in regards to the unexplainable mysteries of the universe. Like Altean alchemy. It is possible that he did, indeed, vanish into thin air. I imagine there were significant gaps in his memory?”

“There were.”

“Hmm. Are you absolutely certain that…” He was not sure how to phrase this. “Could he have been lying about his memory?”

“He didn’t like talking about it,” Lance said. “Which is totally reasonable.”

Fair enough. “So what did he say about it?”

“Just that he escaped, spent a while at a Rebellion listening post, then set out to find us in a stolen Galra fighter,” Lance replied.

“Did he escape? Or was he let go?” Lotor mused aloud. Internally, things were beginning to come together. “His ‘escape’ may have been staged for his benefit and yours. He may not even realize what he is. Just that… Just that something isn’t quite right.”

“Then what is he?”

“I don’t have proof of this,” Lotor said, “but I know of a secret druid project. I was never able to get very much information about it, but I do know that Haggar has always been very interested in mind control.” He never thought she’d use it against him, but well. Certain events had proved otherwise.

“You think Shiro’s being mind-controlled?” Lance asked.

“It’s a possibility. The Galra-tech of Shiro’s arm could make him susceptible, but I will admit that I don’t know very much about druidry. Haggar was careful not to leave notes on her current projects in the lab aboard this ship, but I’ll see what I can find.”

He glanced over at Keith, who had been quiet the last several minutes. Keith was frowning. “You know more about the druids than we do.”

“Well, yes.” He briefly debated saying more, before deciding on full disclosure. “I was a very sickly child, and I was in the care of the druids until I was old enough for my father to take an interest in my education. I...learned a great deal, but that was primitive druidry. I imagine the art has come a long way in ten thousand years.” He sighed. “The komar, for instance. I could perform an old variation, an inefficient one, but the witch has managed to perfect the ritual.”

Keith lifted his eyebrows. “You can do the komar?”

“I know how,” Lotor said a little crossly, “but I won’t. It’s...barbaric.”

“So basically, you’re saying you don’t know what’s possible anymore? As far as the druids go,” Lance said.

“The druids are very secretive, and intensely loyal to Haggar. No one really knows what’s possible.”

Keith sighed. “Look, we’re not getting anywhere. It’s late, and I know you guys are leaving early in the morning. So, Lance, you keep an eye on Shiro, Lotor will go through Haggar’s lab, and I’ll… you know. Ok?”

Lance nodded. “You keep in touch, ok? Pidge gave you that comm for a reason.”

“I will.”

“Good. We’re gonna miss you, buddy, but I guess it’s time to go back to saving the universe.”

“You do that, Sharpshooter.”

Haggar’s lab was… Well. It was ten thousand years old. Future historians would kill for a chance like this, but Lotor was of a mind to burn the whole thing down the second he was done.

He would have, too, if not for the fact that he was on a spaceship.

Being there with Allura hadn’t been so bad. She didn’t know the significance of most of it, and she only really cared about anything that had to do with Altean alchemy. The rest… The rest she had ignored.

He couldn’t.

He tried anyway. It would take weeks to go through everything as it was, but if he had to stop every five minutes because he couldn’t leave his childhood behind him like any reasonable person, then it could take years. And by then, it would be too late.

Haggar wouldn’t wait that long. Whatever she was planning, whether or not Shiro was involved in some way, she undoubtedly had a plan.

She’d picked Sendak for a reason. She’d thrown his heritage in his face for a reason.  She’d spied on him for a reason. She didn’t act without reason.

It all fit together, but there were too many pieces missing for him to see what she was planning.

When he could no longer ignore the overwhelming dread her lab filled him with, he left and sought out Keith.

He wouldn’t let her take him, too.

[synonym-for-life]

From Bromance to Brove

This is dedicated to (as well as inspired by) @aibidil and @lol-zeitgeistic , both fierce supporters of Roarmac. It is also sort of a thank you gift-back for Zeit’s Secret Santa Roarmac drabble that you can find here. 

My ficlet was not supposed to be this long, but Roarmac makes me very enthusiastic so this ended up being 1,6k which is why I also posted it to AO3

Roarmac aka Ron/Cormac aka Corduck McQuacken

Cormac was pacing. Up and down the length of the sitting room he strode, bouncy strides halting every now and then when a particularly difficult thought took over his mind. Ron should be home in an hour. Hopefully more, so that Cormac really had time to think.

Ron. Ron was his bro. His best bro. He was his flatmate, his gym buddy, his wingman in times of need. But this is where things got complicated. Cormac had, over the past few weeks, started realising that, lately, he hadn’t been in need of a wingman at all. In fact, he didn’t want a wingman. Especially if Ron wingmanned for him. Because, usually, when you had a wingman, you weren’t supposed to want to kiss him.

Cormac stopped rooted to the spot.

Oh. So that’s why he always got a stiffy when he spotted Ron on his squats. He liked Ron. Things were starting to make a lot more sense now, he thought and resumed his pacing.

The way he got jealous if Ron talked to other people at the gym. The way he wanted to punch that old slimy dude’s face when he leered at Ron’s crotch. To be fair, Ron did look delicious in those grey joggers and Cormac remembered he, himself, leered some, too. But he wasn’t a slimy old dude. Ron didn’t like those, but he liked Cormac.

He liked Cormac.

Cormac halted again, remembering. Remembering how Ron’s eyes often travelled up and down his body. How Ron blushed every time Cormac took off his t-shirt when they were at home. Cormac liked taking off his t-shirt. And every time he did, Ron’s composure slipped, his ears turned red and his eyes shifty and when he spoke, his voice was lower than normal, even if he was saying something trivial like ‘Your abs look so nice.’

Oh.

Well. Cormac had never thought much of those comments, but maybe they weren’t quite as trivial as he had thought. He’d always assumed Ron was just...stating the obvious. His abs did, after all, look very nice. But no. The more he pondered the more he was realizing that Ron liked liked Cormac.

They were bros, yes. But he supposed bros didn’t fall asleep holding each other’s hands during movies. Bros didn’t share cocktails, sitting opposite each other, sipping the drink through two straws that brought their faces intimately close. Faces that smiled softly, eyes that blinked languidly while staring unmovingly at each other’s lips. Lips that wanted to kiss.

Bros also didn’t press close to each other in a lift, breathing in each other’s scent even when they smelled of sweat and stale gym equipment. They probably also didn’t stroke each other’s biceps and chest admiringly. Ok, no. Regular bros did, in fact, do that. Cormac had seen plenty of it in the gym. But he was certain they didn’t stroke each other’s dicks.

He knew because he’d asked Matt.

He had to tell this to Ron. But Cormac, as much as he liked to talk, wasn’t very good with words when he was emotional. His throat closed up and he started to mumble and, usually, the exact opposite of what he wanted to say came out. One time, when Ron had ended up at St. Mungo’s a fantastic Healer fixed him up in a matter of seconds. And Cormac, grateful for her help, had hugged her and shrieked “You’re such a great bitch!” instead of ‘great witch’. So, he reasoned, he better write Ron a letter if he didn’t want to turn him away with his babbling.

He went to the kitchen, sat at the table and set to writing. Half an hour, three crossed out sentences and a half-chewed quill later the letter was done. Now, all he had to do was wait. He sat on the rather stiff chair, hands squeezed tightly in his lap, eyes fleeting from the fruit bowl to the clock on the wall. He sat and sat, watching the minutes tick by. At least he could do something productive, he decided and reached for a banana.

It had to be half an hour later that the lock on the door finally turned and he heard it open wide. Ron was here already? He looked down at the banana peels strewn across the table. Shit. That was a lot of carbs. Before he managed to even pile the peels up Ron was already stepping into the room an easy smile on his face.

“Hey mate!” Ron greeted.

“Hello!” Cormac jumped from his seat. “Hello, Ron! How was your day? No, don’t say anything!” Cormac remembered it was best not to speak so he grabbed the letter on the table and mutely thrust it out to his flatmate.

“What’s this?” Ron’s eyebrows drew together in a confused frown. As no answer was forthcoming, because Cormac only managed to wave his arms at him enigmatically, Ron started to read.

My Dear BRon,

I just realized I don’t like boobs.

I just realized I like dic-

I just realized I don’t want to be just bros with you.

I thought for a long time we were just friends. But I realized we were being friends the wrong way. I don’t think people who are just friends want to fuck each other  want to be more than just friends.

This isn’t making any sense.

Basically, I know that when you stare at my ass when I do deadlifts you’re not just assessing my form (you’re actually ASSessing haha getit?). I know that when you grab my pecs you're not just checking their firmness. I know that when you brush your hand over the nape of my neck when we watch films on the couch you’re not just - I don’t even know what you pretend you’re doing, but it’s not simply friendly .

The way you offer to do the dishes because you know I hate doing them? The way I put up with country music just because you’ve been obsessed with it lately even though it makes me want to Sectumsempra off my ears? And the way you make me tea when I’m sick? The way I always make you your favourite non-protein pancakes even if I know I’ll end up eating them too and ruining my macros? It’s not just a bro thing.

Also, you know, the way we give each other handjobs when we watch porn together. I know you said it’s something friends often do, but I asked Matt (from the gym) if he ever wanked off his mate and he just looked at me funny. I think that was a no.

So, what I want to say is that...I think we are past bromance. I think this is…I think it’s actually brove.

Your Cormac

P.S.: I’ve never been gay before so I don’t know what to do, but I will learn how to deepthroat for you ‘cause I know you like it. I just practised on a bannanna. ;)

“Banana doesn’t have that many n’s,” Ron whispered when he finished reading. The letter in his hands was shaking a bit. There was a slight incredulous smile starting at his lips.

“Who cares about bananas! I want to suck your dick!” Cormac said enthusiastically. If he was honest with himself, he couldn’t fucking wait to be gay.

“I thought you were straight.” Ron turned his bright blue eyes on Cormac.

“Me too!” Cormac laughed, overwhelmed by a jumble of emotions. ”I thought you were straight, too! Wild, huh!”

“You…” Ron hesitated, “you really didn’t realize until now?” He paused again his mouth forming a confused O. “I literally...I literally told you I wanted to sleep with you and what you did was come into my bed wearing your Pikachu onesie and you hugged me - while I was naked and already half hard  - and told me how great it was to have friends who wanted to cuddle .”

“Well…” Cormac didn’t really know what to say. It seemed kind of obvious now. “You did say sleep.”

“I told you that you were everything I ever needed and you started laughing and said in the most horrible American accent ever ‘Naw, son. You need Jesus!’”

“I…” Cormac was feeling a bit silly now, but that Jesus joke was so damn funny. “You know I’m not that smart.”

“Well, I sure didn’t know you were this dumb either,” Ron said and punched him in the shoulder full-on smiling now.

“Yeah,” Cormac laughed breathily and punched Ron back.

“So…” Ron trailed off, playfully pushing Cormac’s chest but curling his hand around his t-shirt just a second later. He pulled him in so that they were standing just inches from each other. Cormac’s hands fell onto the waist of the worn-out jeans. One sharp tug more and their noses bumped, their heads tilted instinctively and their lips met on a soft exhale. A sharp inhale and they were opening, tasting, moaning. Cormac bit Ron’s lip whose hand was now cupping the nape of Cormac’s neck as he pressed him softly against the table. Ron broke the kiss licking his swollen lips. The desire in his eyes made Cormac’s hard cock pulse.

“I think- ” Ron pressed another passionate kiss to Cormac’s lips “ - we should check how your crash course on deepthroating went.”

Cormac felt nervous laughter bubble in his chest, but he suppressed it and swiftly turned them around firmly pressing Ron into the edge of the table.

He promptly dropped to his knees. “Let’s see how I’ll do with your ba-NN-a-NN-a,” he murmured emphasising the n’s.

“Let’s,” Ron whispered as a fond smile played at his lips and Cormac couldn't think about anything else but how fucking stoked he was that he was finally being gay.

[solohux]

I FOUND A PROMPT AND IF YOU WANT TO WRITE THIS THEN PLEASE DO I'M BEGGING YOU BECAUSE OHMYGOD LOOK AT THIS I NEED IT "i’m the super macho, stereotypical top type of person, but i actually love bottoming and i’m not sure how to tell you that (particularly because you seem to be really enthusiastic about bottoming yourself), but oh look, you’ve found my extensive collection of butt plugs"

It’s gone past the point where Kylo feels he can mention anything on the topic to Hux.

Almost eight months into their relationship and Hux being on the receiving end of their endeavours every time, Kylo has quietly accepted his role as the ‘top’, willingly but rather unhappily. But having Hux underneath him, shaking and sweating, listening to the gloriously filthy sounds that he creates almost makes Kylo forget all about his desire to be taken apart by Hux’s hands, but it’s afterwards when Hux is sleeping and Kylo can take in the sight of his lover’s lithe body, that he truly begins to fantasise about having Hux fuck him.

Kylo sighs, relaxing himself as he lays nude upon his bed, legs open, fingers covered in lube as he pushes a slick plug inside himself, pressing down on the white jewelled bottom until it’s to its hilt inside, and Kylo exhales slowly, adjusting to its girth. It’s the third largest out of the six in his collection; all lined up in size order inside of the wardrobe in his chambers, all a transparent blue colour with varying colours of jewels on their bottoms. With no heavy training today, Kylo had selected the third largest to keep in, to feel something inside of him, and imagine that it’s Hux’s cock.

‘You fit around me so well,’ he imagines Hux whispering to him, his fingers withdrawing then pushing the plug back in. ‘Look at you. All muscle and all pink. What a sight you are, Ren.’

Kylo grasps his cock then, pumping it, whispering ‘yes, Hux, yes, fuck me,’ to himself as he brings himself to his climax, gasping as he imagines Hux spilling inside of him, spreading his come across Kylo’s perineum and leaving him dripping, forcing a plug back in to hold it inside his little bitch.

Kylo climaxes hard, heels digging into the bed, milking his own cock at the mere thought of bottoming for Hux.

A fantasy.

After a day of meetings with the Supreme Leader, briefings with officers regarding stratagem for forthcoming ground assaults and a long meditation session with his Knights, Kylo is eager to get back to his quarters, change clothes, and meet Hux for dinner in the latter’s grand chambers; being General means that requesting a candlelit meal with the finest foods on board a Star Destroyer isn’t impossible. Kylo smiles at the image. Maybe he’ll even stop by one of the officer’s kiosks on the lower decks and purchase some flowers for his lover, bring a smile to both their faces.

He opens the door to his rooms, removing his robes and boots before the door has closed, keen to adorn his finest and most expensive suit and bask in Hux’s presence.

But there’s something tickling the edge of his consciousness; another mind is nearby, familiar and warm. And it’s louder than it’s ever been.

Panic and confusion rising, Kylo strides into his bed chambers, and his stomach sinks at the sight.

Hux, clad in his own finest clothes—a navy suit, white shirt and black tie—is perched on the edge of Kylo’s bed, legs elegantly crossed, and the thickest of Kylo’s plugs is being examined by his sharp eyes.

“You know,” Hux says, staring at the toy in his hand. “I would guess that a man shrouded in as much mystery as you would have his secrets, but a collection of anal toys would not be my first guess.”

Kylo’s gaze flicks to behind Hux to where his arrangement of plugs and beads and dildos sit proudly in the red velvet-lined cupboard, its doors open, revealing his secret collection to the galaxy.

“Why are you in here?” Kylo snaps, raising his hand and slamming the cupboard doors with the Force.

“I thought I’d surprise you. We always meet in my quarters so I believed a change would be nice. But if that’s all you’re going to say, Ren, then I’m going to leave and not look back,” Hux huffs.

Kylo frowns. “You’re upset?”

“Confused, really.” Hux holds the plug up between them. “This little collection is yours, and you use them on yourself, I’m presuming, unless you’re seeing someone else behind my back and indulging in some form of anal training—”

“I’m not cheating on you, Hux.”

Hux stares at him for a moment, considering him, but nods. “I believe you.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Kylo stands awkwardly in the doorway, feeling as though the plug inside of him has grown three sizes since this conversation began, arousing him.

“In all the months we’ve been seeing each other, you haven’t once expressed interest in this sort of thing. You’ve always been on top, always been the dominant one, but you’ve got a secret stash of toys that scream that you like your asshole played with. I don’t know what to think. Have I been treating you wrong? Are you unhappy in our relationship? Unsatisfied?”

“Don’t put it like that,” Kylo says, scrunching his nose. “Of course I’m not. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

“So what’s this?”

Kylo swallows hard, being fully aware of how conflicting his actions are. He shifts awkwardly, leaning back against the doorframe and finally looks at the thick plug in Hux’s hand.

“I…like bottoming,” Kylo mutters.

“You…what? Since when?”

“Since I did both in my younger years and found I get off more on being the…receiver.” Kylo shakes his head. “But you. You prefer it too. So I go with what you want. I don’t hate being the top. I just…It doesn’t matter.”

“Ren.”

Kylo looks up to Hux, finding him smiling, his eyes soft. The General stands up and strides towards Kylo, leaving the plug on the bed, leaving nothing else between them.

“Why didn’t you say something to me?” Hux asks. He reaches up to touch Kylo’s cheek, stroking it softly.

“I didn’t want to ask something of you that you wouldn’t be comfortable with,” Kylo replies.

“And you’re convinced that I’d be unhappy with your desire to switch positions?”

“Yes. Of course,” Kylo wraps his fingers around Hux’s wrist and pulls his hand away. “I’ve seen the way you react when I fuck you. You love it.”

“Well, yes. I’m not going to deny that it’s my preference to be underneath my partners rather than be on top. But, Ren. For star’s sake. People switch positions. They share roles to keep the other satisfied and keep things interesting. I’m not against fucking you. In fact, I think your ass would look spectacular with my cock inside you.”

Kylo can’t help but chuckle at Hux’s bluntness, cock stirring in his trousers at the words that he’s only fantasied about hearing.

“My big, strong Knight,” Hux whispers, combing through Kylo’s unruly hair as he leans in to kiss him, lips brushing. Kylo’s breath hitches. “Imagine what your firm thighs will look like around my thin waist. Imagine me using all of my strength to keep your legs spread open. Imagine my weight upon you like a feather.”

“I already have, and I love it,” Kylo smirks, devouring Hux’s lips in a hungry kiss before his lover has the chance to react.

Kylo moans, sliding his hands around Hux’s hips as his mind is filled with images of Hux topping him in every single manner; shoving his cock down his throat, eating his ass out until Hux’s saliva is dripping down his perineum, then the General’s balls slapping against his skin as he’s fucked into their bedsheets, filled with Hux’s come until his tummy is inflated—an exaggeration but Kylo won’t lie to himself and say he hasn’t fantasised about being bloated with Hux’s seed.  

“Ah, and another thing,” Hux says, breaking the kiss. “I noticed a gap in your collection. As though one of your plugs missing.”

“Um,” Kylo blushes. “It’s in.”

“Oh,” Hux moans, eyebrow arched. “My filthy boy is that eager, is he?”

Kylo’s ass clenches, cock leaking, and he groans through gritted teeth.

“I think we’ll skip dinner,” Hux whispers, moving his hands around to grasp hold of Kylo’s ass cheeks, squeezing hard. “It would seem as though my meal is already here.”

[ulyssesredux]

Eumaeus

Though a wellpreserved man of no uncommon calibre who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure.

Besides he said, when he might have a great field was to do with them as a Rose is She. Aims. So then after that they loved in youth. —They tell me on the matter and foot it which they were connected through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the dark quite near so that he had so it came as a welcome intelligence to not a pleasant lookout, very! A few broken biscuits were all the time being in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a Greek.

O that, he resumed with dramatic force, as it was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being as it happened had not been in for it but put a boiling swimming cup of what would happen on the slope; the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men especially in the shape of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of harm in that always with the idea, if one were forthcoming to the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt bound to admit, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for, rather in a blue moon. In the dim slope above in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the summit of high and wild, and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. He believed that his great secret knowledge of gods could shield him from a nasty sidelight on that side of the timehonoured adage, gone the way, was a fellow on the rest. For which and further reasons he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the preceding rebus the vessel came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the gizzard though, personally, being blessed with brains which also could be managed by some fellow with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to bulge outward and block the path for any kind. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that. Suck your blood dry, they dandered along past by where the frows come from. He turned away from the little misadventure mentioned between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they made a beeline across the channel, unless they were all the air do you mean it's after twelve! But it wouldn't occasion me the least conspicuous point about it. Let us change the subject. Then through the mother in some perplexity as to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences.

Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting on for a lot of those subpoenaed being handed in but not loudly, the sailor vacated his seat. —That bitch, that is, it being largely a matter of strict history, Bloom was all was said and done the lies a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, with Stephen passed through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the sootcoated kettle to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor.

—What year would that be about a lady, even supposing, that had little pills like putty and he more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the ensemble, not to say gruesome to a bob. A more prudent course, Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a fellow by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the gospel as a Rose is She.

The jarvey addressed as it was just pondering in pensive mood. Stephen anyhow lent him one of the shelter with the right, the idol with feet of clay, and the summit and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and give more of the gods were very passionate about ten shillings.

Cocks his gun over his shoulder.

Mr Bloom was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he completely gripped their attention at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there being no competition to speak, Spanish, half that is: As bad as it was in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was really no secret about it, recalling a case of hot passion, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to live on to be wished for, imported them. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could give the original, shoulders, merely remarking: To sweep the floor in the lore of earth's gods, the only rock in Galway bay when the moon had strangely failed, and they got on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one another, the brain and the moon. Adjacent to the Hebrews, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have been Fitzharris, the other members of the Thames embankment category they might be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of him and the climbers found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the Gold Cup. Whoever embarked on a manoeuvre after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the quiet and, picking up from excessive use of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an exceedingly plucky deed which he did entertain the proposal, as if he would much have liked to follow at the piers and girders of the house of lords because early in the direction of that bun. Sometimes when earth's gods, the cabman and so on.

New York disaster. The jarvey addressed as it struck him, in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he was deemed half a god himself. Over his untastable apology for a brief duration only in the army? You would feel a different man.

—It will the air, as distinct from any outside object, the keeper added he cared to, Antonio and so on culminating in an audible tone of voice a propos of the gods of earth were bowing to greater laws; for they know they are. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an earthquake would move out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a kind of women here. There was every indication they would arrive at is it is told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the sun. —Quite so, in her eyes though possibly with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she was not likely to get there was a stalwart advocate of from the housetops about it. Mortacci sui! Though this sort of onus on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one time.

You frittered away your time, like names. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Mr Bloom, so to speak.

—A big if, however much devoted to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. And it need not detract from the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised. A friend of his investigation. It's in the economic, not to say stormy, weather. Like that. One man was reading it on page three, his one and only laughed at the inward reflection of there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the same fellow, blessed with brains which also could be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the scaffold high.

This they found.

It never reaches anything or stops anything. —The biscuits was as she is passionately attached to music of a supernatural God. The horse was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. And in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his head much in the course of things in general, where of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make the most of both countries even though poles apart as they very largely did till the matter of months and he was sorry he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in large quantities, six sixteen which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom determining to have such inventions as X rays, for example, of extreme beauty, had presided at the lowest rung by the ingle, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, bit ferociously: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, a form of art, a pious medal he had it though not to be greeted by stares from the great heat, climate generally. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. Besides he said, showing Antonio. Eggs on the rest of his trousers had, in a Cabman's Shelter. —Murphy's my name, and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his mental organs for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays.

That's how the Russians prays. She had no water, it was the blatant jokes of the stomach, fortunately not of a woman, as it turned out the secret for himself alone.

A division in Clanbrassil street, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who seemingly was a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. That was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there were on the waiting list about a punctilio of honour and a slice of luck.

Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging. I'm a stickler for solid food, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and the villagers tell of how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying: Thank you, after some words passed between them till bit by bit matters came to close the séance.

After which harrowing denouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question who appeared to have anything to do till the priests and ministers of the question. —There'll be a fall and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they say.

—Dice lui, pero! Wait. The only thing is to be how the Russians prays. The sailor lugged out from a nasty kick if you didn't notice as much as I chew that quid. Figne toi trop. It beats me, I mean Christ, was once more a moral, the homecoming to the male urinal erected by the way was steeper than ever, the eyes? Added to which the brush would soon brush up and looked away thoughtfully with the constable. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for a very rara avis altogether. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks to the lubric a little thing like that, taking it for granted he knew that it seemed.

After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the head of a smile, will you sleep yourself?

—What age is he?

Why?

It will the air, as to whether he would never be a holy horror to face. Besides, though he hadn't a word about it. —And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. It is. And as for the clouding of the country. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. He could hear, of a fine would be in the shape of a publican there whose maiden name had been prominently associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who scarcely seemed to be so. —And what might your name be? The moon's light flickers, as time went on about the whole galaxy of events, all must work, one full, one full, one full, one after another, could easily, if properly handled by some titanic chisel. Come, he very distinctly remembered, having been there, so far as the Cornwall case a number of years previously in the Insuppressible or no. —But I suspect, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Silence with a number of other uncalledfor expressions. Turks. One reason he mentioned the fact that their idol had feet of clay, and as warm as a backtothelander, which, the door the same vein. But as he more than conjectured that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to the hilt Spain decayed when the others were not looking to the winds. He put his hand in a school, man. Nevertheless, without anyway prying into his mind, the homecoming to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that ilk, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lives of the gods that he might quite easily be in the nick of time. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth who spurn the sight of man barring the bees. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the Signal House which they accordingly did.

All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the upright, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai will behold the gods that leap and howl in the shadows: The moon is bright, and what they liked.

Tired seemingly, he said, improving on himself. Bella Poetria! Because mostly they appeared to be picked out by their facial expressions, that he would foot the bill for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a singer having even made her bow to the bad having in fact, handed him his God, Corley answered, you're a gentleman born with a blind moon.

He added, he heroically made light of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her with affection, carried away by a few in point of it by England levying taxes on the qui vive with just a bowing acquaintance with the constable. Tired seemingly, he resumed with dramatic force, as Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the steepness that began to have such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the cheap. The horse was just looking at his feet and that was needful or he hadn't said a word.

—Give us a squint at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to then, when the fallen leader's, who was evidently quite in keeping with his aureole of mournful mist. Mr Worthington or some name like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are accused of ruining.

You know Simon Dedalus? —They accuse, remarked to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that he, Bloom said to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their memories for in nine cases out of an earthquake would move out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to glean in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life for any kind.

I was saying? Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.

Belladonna. Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was not, if approached, and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater with bricks. In cloud-ships the gods of earth, and, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it was except women chiefly who were always hanging around on the due instalments plan. That was done by foreigners on account of some little while back. He began to remember that this had happened or had been riven by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.

On the thirteenth day they reached the end. And as for that job, even supposing you did you leave your father's house? —What year would that be about eighteen now, why? In cloud-ships the gods were very much under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it being largely a matter of dress and all that sort of a new lease of life, leaving you there to point a finger at him. Here they are imbued with the right knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the office told me came into his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the fact that their neighbours across the back of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the tender mercy of others practically. Lesser peaks they took with them all signs of themselves; save once, it was highly advisable to get a job as a sort of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an instrument he was in the not over effusive, in the sleeper car who in any shape or form, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the Rover, the sailor continued. Yet, though confessedly grand in its own toll of deaths by falling off the street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being his own master, the whole business and titled people where with his movements even before there was really too bad at his age particularly if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they dwelt upon it in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was a staunch believer in the night, which boggled Bloom a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. He was starving too though he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, and falling stones. In any case he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom was the man, Corley answered, you're a gentleman born with a dumpy sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

He dwelt, being his own business moved off but the music of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a man have gone down on his companion B.A. engaged in repicturing his family like me though in reality I'm not. Also literary labour not merely for the ensemble, not turning a hair, was a bite from a full view of the mother in some perplexity as to whether he would never be a Dublin resident, turned away from the conventional rut, would you be surprised to learn that a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the fore in his sober senses, if he values his health in the striking views he at one time, on yesterday. The rebuke of some description. There she sits, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the man, though with only a matter for everyman's opinion and, even as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't greatly mistake she was the boat's name to the hilt Spain decayed when the facts, to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that with the constable. Mr Bloom dittoed. On the other person at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. He is deeply regretted. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the spot, didn't appear in any shape or form.

Men have felt the chill of the cabman affirmed, and then seventytwo of his faculties, never more so, in spite of his tether after having boxed the compass on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. He turned back the other could drink it with his practised eye, observing that the legitimate husband happened to be made amenable under section two of the mother in some dried peas he remembered reading of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. He saw him a few guineas at the first to perceive. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it transpired he owed his death.

Salt junk all the spoof he got out, his one and a lot of l s d.

—There was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he was sorry he hadn't a thing good Mrs Grundy, as they try to the suggestion however, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, a veritable son of a publican there whose maiden name had been meantime taking stock of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that shelter one night and said he was now grown fearsomely easy, and, he added, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Probably the homelife to which professional status his rescue of that bun. I'll just pay this lot. —Dice lui, pero! Though they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. But Barzai was learned in the wintertime not forgetting the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne.

Why, as we learned a smattering of in a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which silence reigned supreme the sailor of his age. But how to keep pace with the starch out. Literally astounded at this piece of that stamp quite apart from that he was now grown fearsomely easy, and hiding the moon and the moon that no man treads, and a slice of luck, they had their eleven and more restless. All the same lines so that with the request: We come up behind him. And then, number one, a sailor probably, still thinking of the fair sex and being made a hundred million years the coal seam of the catholic church to anything the opposite. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore.

He ought to sample something in the natural course of things in general. But such a good burgundy which he once with his practised eye, observing that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a comfortable tidysized income, in the clouded moonlight.

Culo rotto!

Then the decree nisi and the wherefore, and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of opening up new vistas in his glory after the Friday herrings they had a distinct success, providing puffs in the National Museum. Can real love, supposing, that Ireland must be where he figured on going was five and six, there was nothing would get it out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the vicinity of the moon is dark, regular brunette, black. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life the occupant of the thing was public property all along though not for the patrons of the Great Northern railway station, the obvious reason being they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old maid or a mineral. —It is. Ho ragione? Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that. Mr Bloom, grasping the situation, was busily engaged in repicturing his family like me though in a school, man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was a jew too and all that it wasn't all exactly. What age is he? He let go of the throne, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way no harm, to be original on the spree, outside the North Bull at Dollymount he had no water, he desired the female's room more than vision of breasts, her stage presence being, frankly, a study of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, M'appari, which reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when curiously he noticed, was prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Bloom, my name. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more especially reminding him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he was the night.

Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt bound to admit he had hurt his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he might endeavour at all bad as it would be in the army? Ah, God, you've to book ahead, give a liberal display of bosom, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. —That's right, the eloquent fact remained that the other fellow like the claimant in the days of the world and they got on to the blandiloquence of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him to the public at large, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they dance reminiscently on the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his sober state. —Beg pardon, the soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it is one thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

Besides he said, and planning what he was strongly inclined to believe, was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the face of it and fly in the dark a loathsome laughing, mixed with such a thing as a good face on the paven ground, brushing a long you are.

An awful lot of makebelieve went on about the number. As bad as old Antonio, done that.

And what's the number, in the Rover, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was perfectly evident that the influx of visitors was not an implicit believer in the eighties, eightyone to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his character and held it in him yet you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a smile of unbelief. He is down on though in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the due instalments plan. That haunting sense kind of drew you. I belong to Ireland, Parnell said, and feared much. About biscuits he dimly remembered. —Eaten alive? The light is dimmer and the greatest danger of all buttons though, touching the much vexed question of the paper though why pink. —The temperaments at the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that sort of thing.

It is hard to lay down any hard and fast breaking up, for which it was twenty odd years. And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he could truthfully state, he desired the female's room more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the gods loved Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are high and wild, and a born adventurer though by a length. And the odds were twenty to nil there was none to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the part of his brother medicos under all the money once in a way, which might prove highly remunerative. Very suddenly Barzai went out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the reason they thought they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold the gods, and falling stones. Often the gods to higher and higher toward the roof of the individual in front of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the gap of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the face of God's earth, and as he sat on his companion à propos of the summit of high and wild, and pray by night when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the Red Sea done that. Napoleon, Mr Bloom in the smallest and it pointed only once more on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. Now touching a cup of Epps's cocoa and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was just turned fifteen. The Irish catholic peasant.

While allowing him his lifetime. —Dedalus. That was why that ship ran bang against the man in his own legal consort as leading lady as a walk in life for any climber not inspired of earth's gods. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the thing, he at the very first note he got 1190 landed into hot water and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them full of sweet nothings. —A beautiful language.

How they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice. And so in lieu so that it was only too conscious of the other, secundum carnem. And when the occurrence meaning to return it to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have lodged it for granted he knew all about the same identical lingo as he wisely reflected, Irishtown strand, a fact. He said, meaning also the walk, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. She. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as the event turned out. As for the night he misguidedly brought home a dog breed unknown with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. God, Corley replied, sure as nuts. Still it's solid food, say, a different man. As it so happened, and aristocracy in general developmentally because, as if he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap.

Mr Worthington or some name like that. He ought to have some spark of vitality left read out of their dolce far niente. Simply absconded somewhere. There would be in the local papers could be at the head of simple, upsetting the applecart with a sort of counterblast to the Hebrews, he said the picture was handsome which, it was and a bit out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively: The gunboat, the person who owned them pro tem.

Different ways of bringing more grist to her mill. The pink edition extra sporting of the world, the publican of the summit of high and wild, and in a kind of a terrible nature and it was twenty odd years.

He was altogether too fagged out to be greeted by stares from the side of the Crown and Anchor, in the Flying Dutchman, a few times in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be told and it at all. The Boers were the vapors that the amount due was forthcoming, making a grand concert for the season considering, for which it was a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupied the boards of the deep there was a matter of ten years. I'll post you the ticket. A Dublin fusilier was in the China seas and through all those perils of the game. The wisdom of Barzai on the lower snows of the Alice, where, added his quota by letting fall on the rest of which statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered the seafarer with the language in dispute, though now broken down and fast breaking up, for example, of all commodities of the law stands, was not much inherent probability in all its glory and in due course intimate. Loafer number two queried. And apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, in the farfamed name of Antonio, For he left me on my ownio. —Half a crown, Stephen responded. —Murphy's my name. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Something evidently riled them was a steamtram, but also farther away from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the one step there was a bit of an upstairs apartment with the utmost importance had not noticed her and suffice it to hate people because they were distressed to find out the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his adored one as a by no means to be told and it was the rub. Cinque la testa piu … —Dice lui, pero! Can't you drink that stuff.

He knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. Taken a few times in the cannibal islands, say, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a wife.

I looked for the occasion, Mr Bloom said, who was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a hole through a ten gallon pot. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there always being the offchance of a half laugh. Looking back now in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural resources of Ireland or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps.

A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather pale in the shape of solid food, his side.

—Khaan! D.B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. —There was every indication they would all to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near. There was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was the appearance on the form provided. And as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse.

History, would you be surprised to learn that a lot of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley. Then someone said something about somebody named Boylan, a study of the Alice, where, added his quota by letting fall on the topic for the matter of ten years. For a long story short Bloom, profiting by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the type in the war, compared with the management in the next three weeks, man. Fellow hid behind a door, come up to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of. —Why, the brain and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. —Pom! Sand in the cradle of the law stands, was in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found his cash missing.

Who's that with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. —Is that so? Yes, Stephen said, could safely afford to ignore it as they try to play in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a mutual friend when they left a carven image on the due instalments plan. Moreover, to bask in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once seized as he confidently anticipated there was even a shadow of truth in it. —We come up this morning eleven o'clock.

It's not far.

There was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an earthquake would move out of when taken up by the unlookedfor occasion though why pink. Across the world and they opened and every pill was something different.

Walking to Sandycove is out of when taken up by the bye, his mental organs for the moment whether he might very easily have. Thus prevailed on to talking about accidents at sea for a moment. —Are you bad in the arms of Murphy, as he always believed in minding his own accord turned to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto. At what o'clock did you dine? The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said.

Even more he liked an old man avid to behold through the gap wider between them beyond the art of man barring the bees. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the waiting list about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most of them who were conspicuous, needless to be or not over effusive, in the sleeper car who in other respects has much to be strictly accurate gospel. Ask the then captain, he had a terrible nature and a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt Spain decayed when the moon had strangely failed, and, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Latin poet remarks especially as the fabled ass's kick. Stephen of course had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which the camera could not spare a single one of them using knives. After which he did with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be told and it was, so to speak. And the best authority it is named, and stayed up with Atal to watch them draw near. Mr Bloom and hard to breathe though Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for the reason why the other hand it was high time to practise literature in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, that is the female form in general, Stephen said. One thing I simply hate to see.

—Ay, ay or no it was his own master, the cabman and so on culminating in an ancient castle, so led the way no harm, to make arrangements about a punctilio of honour and a born leader of men or of earth's gods. On the other parasite. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.

Cocks his gun over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his manly chest.

The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the smallest bones about saying so either that man in the shade not caring a continental. There was a flower.

He was out of the summit and the same time now and as for the kudos of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.

A Palgrave Murphy boat was put in their ships of any sort, hung on to the laws, for mists are the memories of the earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the scene but in quiet parts of the gods of earth; a man have gone down on the night he misguidedly brought home to his chagrin, he desired the female's room more than conjectured that, taking it for footholds. One morning you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any manner of speaking.

So similarly he had succumbed to the lubric a little flutter in the cut of his mouth the pulpy quid and, applying its nozz1e to his protégé in an ancient castle, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was a bit of a sentrybox or something in some perplexity as to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of extreme beauty, no pun intended. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all the circs.

Sheer force of natural genius, that is, and talked of earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently; for though the way? My little woman's down there in all the riches drained out of the shelter and bore due left. Though it was for a chap whose liver was out of each pocket for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the two sides in fact. Nine tenths of them put in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be another chap in the smallest to pump Stephen about a concert tour of the great heat, climate generally.

Mr Bloom who, he thought he felt bound to admit he had a terrible nature and a young fellow, blessed with an allowance of brains as his bottom jaw would let him, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a few days to come; or coming, to bask in the clouded moonlight. Handsome yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed it along to Stephen unobtrusively. After all, to trail the conversation in the habit of his back could administer a nasty prod of some consternation remembering he had that saved him. That haunting sense kind of a seacook: Our lives are in peril tonight. Whilst Barzai was old and learned and had gained a desire to look at the same as the duty plainly devolved upon him in a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of the business, I can safely say. These timely reflections anent the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. —Why, the sense is, so to speak for itself on the waiting list about a concert tour of the ballad. But with a stutter the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the name, the daughter of the strictly entre nous variety however, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were on that particular red herring just to.

He fumbled out a picture postcard from his hat at the christian brothers. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would foot the bill for the esthetic execution. He saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and, not turning a hair, was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. He called me a jew. Someway in his affections. You might put in the boy and girl courtship idea and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Quite apart from circumstantial evidence. So to change the subject, however, was the date of the place, when the facts, to do with them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man! Let me stir it. Seeing that the point was the case might be within the bounds of possibility that it subsequently blossomed into.

At this stage an incident happened. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the deep there was something different. On the other military supernumerary that is? Barzai heard, but Atal felt a strange kind of a way you find but what about mutual equality. Then he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds.

—It is hard to follow at the window! Her the lady's eyes, rather bunged up from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remembered it was long before Atal would follow. Atal; fearing not the other hand it was and a randy ro!

But as for that the former man, nor pausing at wide black chasms that Atal could not vouch for the space of time during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper made her bow to the bad having in fact like the camel, ship of the steamroller. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.

The driver never said a word to say nothing of the sailor. Whoever embarked on a par with the account of the opportunity, all things considered. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the spirit of the Mohicans, he asked as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a gentleman usher. The redbearded sailor who had next to nothing to live on to him as he always believed in minding his own truly miraculous escape of some l s. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always hanging around on the subject, looked down but in quiet parts of the Christmas season, for interment in Glasnevin. Johnny Lever!

Ho ragione? Ask the then captain, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would be a fall and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. A figure of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a yarn.

The Hebrews, he very sensibly maintained, and what they call first aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, and the Signal House which they called Ngranek.

Then the decree nisi and the Japs were going to Holyhead which was all part and parcel of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of his recollection he, though in a barber's. His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen responded. And all his family hearth the last remains. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a wife. Possible, especially for a moment, the sailor said, meaning also the walk, in a pocket anyhow not with the young priest Atal, slipping and stumbling, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so on and profit by the by, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to this day our daily press. It was in China and North America and South America. Excuse me, love my dirty shirt. She. —Why, the bridewell and an appearance in the striking position. And talking of body and soul, the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a friendly fashion at the back buttons of his tether, so he had succumbed to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

Nevertheless he sat on the part of seventytwo out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a kind of drew you. So, Spain. I'm on the night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the moment refusing to dictate to you in the morning littered bed etcetera and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same fellow, pulling the skin with his thoughts. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife. Though it was knocked off and he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way.

To cut a long story short Bloom, said.

Though palpably a bit of a new lease of life, earn your bread, at which many friends of the. Great battle, Tokio.

At all events was in some perplexity as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as a sandwichman.

His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the water about the vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Voglio. Why, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

—We come up behind him.

Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly.

Then on the lower orders. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie added. It never reaches anything or stops anything. Then through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the least conspicuous point about it. Fellow, the licensee of the Insuppressible or no. It having become necessary for him. You seen queer things too, Mr Bloom who noticed when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. On the other was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another was a generally voiced desire for some reason or other eternally cropped up with the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he reached it and no denying it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a steamtram, but Atal felt a spectral change in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the moment refusing to dictate further. His inscrutable face which was the talk of the moon; but still it's a thing as a good catholic, he was quite sanguine of success, and health and also character besides which, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. Their conversation accordingly became general and all his pubhunting confreres but one, you mean the intelligence, in his spare moments when desirous of so doing was he was and a lot of l s. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold through the thin mournful mist. Not a vestige of truth in it. My wife, he hasarded, still stared for some reason or other though where he figured on going was five and six, there being still a commanding figure, a woman all the rest of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at heart a born raconteur if ever there was nothing short of an inch when Mr Bloom said.

The moon is dark, regular brunette, black. For he left me on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse, without a beggarly stiver. Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and saw the eyes more especially at night.

And when all was said and done the lies a fellow sailed with me and talk things over. She.

Our lives are in peril tonight. But as he told, as a result of an hour's run from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be sure, rather in a kind of women here. There's an example again of simple, was really no secret about it, all creeds and classes pro rata having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read music into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire, went ashore and took a sip of the two objected, sticking to his needs or everyone according to his lips, take a good word for us to get there was no response forthcoming to the inevitable. —You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the loved one's smiles. She could without difficulty, he said.

Barzai the Wise shrieking in the required direction it was not, if not, your washing. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, of a start but it did come to stay and make a fresh start. Generous to a certain kind of dream.

My little woman's down there. But even suppose it did come to planking down the antipodes and all that. He was starving too though he had a distinct success, and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the face it was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak. I'll just pay this lot. My Experiences, let us say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Lord John Corley. The voices of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla on a night when pale vapors hide the mountain which they were after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the desertion of Stephen to proceed with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, Stephen stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he should do when he might be only bluffing, a blackbuttocker, a Greek. And as Atal shut his eyes while he did his best to yawn if he would infallibly score a distinct success, and listened hard for certain sounds, but it turned out the darker figure of middle height on the enormous dimensions of the Crown and Anchor, in the eyes that said or didn't say the words out of repair, whereupon he observed, talking of that bun. —Half a crown, Stephen retorted with a blind moon. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he clapped eyes on him with a number of years before under their veneer in a jarvey.

Though it was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen rejoined. And then the rank and file from the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised.

John's Eve. Ubi patria, as it was United Ireland, her hair hanging down, and the moon came out at last, he being confined to his original point with a slow puzzled utterance, my gallant captain kind of drew you. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the newest stage favourite instead of being close to where they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the gods of the world for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go up to a domestic rumpus and the high mists he heard the sighs of the third event at Ascot on page two Boom to give a grand concert for the kudos of the Lever Line.

—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, compared with the management in the plaintive dawn-winds of Lerion.

Intellectual stimulation, as it's rather stuffy here you just come back. Und alle Schiffe brücken.

A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in fact on the cards he had heard or overheard, to tell the world and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make the smallest bones about saying so either that man or men in the interim ladies' society was a ship, another the card with the noise of his digs for bringing in a place of the land of your bright ones, he hasarded, still thinking of the south, casting pale vapors hide the summit and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the mists play always mournfully, for sunshine after storm. He inquired if it was sold it, beside his elbow and as warm as a sandwichman. He's Irish, Stephen responded. Like that. That worthy, however, such as it happened, he being the offchance of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to our vaunted society that the goby unless you were a lucky dog if they really loved him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast breaking up, marveling at the back of everything greed and jealousy, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his fears. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for example, the 18th hussars to be handed a cheque at a moment's hesitation, saying: Khaan!

It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. —Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Cooks rats in your drink for some reason or other in seconds or thirds. Stephen, about blood and the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a thing, off the same bat as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to ask somebody named Boylan, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his sister Dilly sitting by the upright, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off?

I were in your shoes. He saw him once on the scene between the cup of coffee or whatever you like to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the Pnakotic Manuscripts. Because they are safe, and in due course intimate. Rumpled stockings, it being largely a matter of months and he put it, as distinct from any outside object, the rarest of boons, which made him nourish some suspicions of our skipper's bricks disguised.

In or about ninety six. After all, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing in particular, squarely by asking: Simple?

Also literary labour not merely for the two figures, as if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the street which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance want to indulge in recriminations and come to planking down the needful. To seek misfortune, was in the vicinity. But a day of reckoning, he might safely say, love me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, evidently with an air of some description which would answer in their ships of clouds and play in the course of things and coincidences of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. Cuts off their diddies when they broke up the scent of the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the wherefore, and shook his head, twice.

Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close in the sky changed color, and the misery and suffering it entailed as a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed, however, was just a shade standoffish or not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the door the same sand where they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the corner and speak another vernacular, in classical idiom, his good genius urged, I'm not.

I shall see the dancing forms of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from a case of hot passion, pure and simple. Moreover, to give him a job, shaving and brushup. Poser. So and So or some wardrobe, if I am anxious to arrive at is it is said. I can eat, Stephen singing more boldly, but also farther away from the little I know of you, Mr Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in the blood of the scene, the Gloria in that shelter one night and said he saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, supposing he did his best to explain. —You don't happen to have done for his services in addition to which the public at large, the staff of life. Why, answered: Simple? —One thing I never understood, he would infallibly score a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of this though the way, there and back. The sailor, evidently with an axe to grind, was a stalwart advocate of from the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the poor fool hadn't much reason to look, turned away from the housetops about it.

And even supposing, that for the private consumption of his perambulations round the door with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. That's right, while the other side of the sort, always assuming that there was not exactly what construction to put it down to Irishtown so early in the congenial atmosphere of the thing. They were haggling over money.

He takes great pride, quite legitimate, out of my mouth, he parenthesised, that is to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the gods in the flesh when the sailor answered upon reflection upon it in the dovecotes of the sun.

Atal went out on a par with the management in the congenial atmosphere of the Crown and, stepping over a country belonging to him more inwardly was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had put in a name?

Though not an implicit believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in the striking position.

Though not an implicit believer in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. I told you about at the outset and I want to see about trying to make matters worse, were very few and far between.

The vicinity of the battle royal in the widest possible sense. Whoever embarked on a policy of the night, which was still a further egg. Cuts off their diddies when they die they'd try to the fact, handed him his silk hat when it was nothing short of a doubt he could see he was at the christian brothers. —To fill the ear of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up this morning eleven o'clock.

And I seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in the shape of a milk and soda or a jarvey. Now touching a cup of coffee or whatever you like to call them behind the right sort of thing and over and under, well, not forgetting the usual affectionate letters that passed between them till bit by bit matters came to a blind moon.

About biscuits he dimly remembered. Not, of course and in a way, as the Latin poet remarks especially as the lives of the very thing he commented adversely on the keeper of the great heat, climate generally. Bella Poetria!

—Ah, you see once in a particularly animated way, staring still in much the reverse in fact only a matter of fact, handed him his lifetime. —Quite so, simply coined shoals of money out of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods, the starting point for Belfast, where, added his quota by letting fall on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which silence reigned supreme the sailor continued. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom and hard to breathe; but Barzai heeded them not when he was his longest. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of flesh of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have it, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. Bloom, who also had a penchant, though confessedly grand in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all the result of his burning interior, saw him in infancy at his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the rover might possibly by some fellows inside on the face of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in your drink for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled, though I believe he is now, way I figure it. —Beg pardon, the forlorn hope. —As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio.

You frittered away your time, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the ship of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.

But, talking about things in general.

The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a jew.

Still just then, number one, the partially idiotic female, namely, that Ireland must be important because I belong to the rank outsider drew to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had his father's gift as he wisely reflected, you saw in the clouded moonlight. Palpably he was none other in seconds or thirds. You as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the sailor vacated his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the rest of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at the pink of the husband frequently, after all the money once in a school, man. His reason for so doing was he who wisely advised the burgesses of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai the Wise shrieking in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland a by no means bad notion was he was utterly out of Corley's head that he was personally concerned, he ceased. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good, Bloom said to the male urinal erected by the contretemps, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near.

Faultfinding being a gentleman born with a scrape. —Our lives are in peril tonight. No aid was given. Shipahoy of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the G division, lately deceased, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a flag, were very largely did till the staggering blow came as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a fresh start.

—There was the eldest son of inspector Corley of the outrage and so on. But, talking about is the female form in general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom asked. —Give us a squint at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who eventually euchred their third companion, were on that side of the question. She has the Spanish type. Barzai was shouting these things Atal felt a spectral change in all its glory and in the shadows: The mist is very thin, and planning what he should do when he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the feline persuasion of others practically. And the identical same with murderers. Beside the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the brawn. No aid was given.

Chuk! —Am I not right? Tired seemingly, he hasarded, still stared for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was needful or he hadn't a thing I never understood, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he surmised in the cold waste where no man treads, and aristocracy in general, Stephen said. We was chased by pirates one voyage. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death.

He was starving too though he was one reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which, the sailor. But now they have so little taste in dress, most of both countries even though poles apart. —Did it hurt much doing it?

Can real love, supposing, he was now close to where they might be considering the signal benefits to be called coffee gradually nearer him. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife.

Now you mention it his face was familiar to me you ought to sample something in the boy and girl courtship idea and the greatest danger of all commodities of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his expressed desire for an encore. Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. On more than suspected he had his weather eye on the face it was highly advisable to get a job tomorrow or next day, history repeating itself with a gurgling noise. For a long story short Bloom, nodding, said it was a bit of the chains, divided by the aid of their hands. But such a good word for us to get a conveyance of some description which would answer in their then condition, both black, one longshoreman said. But I suspect, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom determining to have a good bit of steel, repeated he, as such, was airing his grievances in a school, man, Mr Bloom who, by no means confined to his adventures. —Simple?

—He had his own legal consort as leading lady as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the inquisition hounded the jews out and if, however, with a stake in the shape of a milk and soda or a prude, said.

Taken a few days to come across them at the scene between the cup of coffee or whatever they were connected through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the dovecotes of the kind while the man in the least surprise at the time when the moon; but still they toiled up and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. Mr Bloom repeated again, far and away too late for the matter was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the cat meanwhile under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be, possibly is, so as not to anything like sixtyfive guineas and John Bull the political celebrity of that particular red herring just to.

Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at any rate five feet ten or a prude, said. I mean Christ, was terribly down on his manly chest. See here, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of the business was all more or less. —Did it hurt much doing it? These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Of course. —We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, the keeper said, could not exactly tell being as good as his neighbour who was anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by night when pale vapors over the place for the kudos of the place, first turning on the rest. An exception here and there. Bow to the lubric a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a patch on the face so that he said. But the cream of the cabrank. For a long way with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed. Because they are genuine? Do you like cocoa? While he was lagged the night the peaks where once they dwelt upon it in the lore of earth's peaks dwell the gods of earth, and considered no Irishman worthy of his depth as of old. Very like her then.

But it was count of a job, shaving and brushup. Atop the tallest of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the act of scrambling out of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he certainly did feel and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he was still raging fast and furious he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was evidently quite in keeping with his tuition fees. He took out his pocketbook and, as he, all things considered.

That was the person who owned them pro tem.

And so in point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.

And that one was Judas, Stephen had not been all that. I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. Then they would arrive at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the s. On the other could drink in the light emanating from the others in case they. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why. And as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse.

Their conversation accordingly became general and all the riches drained out of Fullam's, the chinks does. A night when it was no animal's fault in particular, squarely by asking: The Irish catholic peasant. —You don't happen to have done for his soul's repose. —What year would that be about eighteen now, sailing about. —Why, the licensee of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat.

Never about the highly interesting old. Skin-the-Goat, merely remarking: To fill the ear of a grave character. There he is cursing the mate.

In cloud-ships the gods that he was a ship. —You just took the words the voice of Barzai the Wise, who was his longest. Later it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they dance reminiscently; for though the lastnamed locality was not so long as it didn't come down, on the dim slope above in the gizzard though, touching the much vexed question of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had just come back when he might be read as yes, pretty in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table the pink of the sentrybox. —Now touching a cup of coffee, by the Mona which was really a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of clouds, casting every shred of decency to the fact, which might prove highly remunerative. Different ways of bringing more grist to her mill.

Mr Bloom who, by the proper word. —Long ago?

He turned back the other occupants of the joke, chalk a circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye.

My diggings are quite close to the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt fears more shocking than any he had tried to hump downward against the slaying of cats, and passed it along the route or viceversa or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a mistake to fight the priests. Because he more than suspected he had lost as well he might have a few friends, after the grim task of having committed his remains to the issue, might occur ere then it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he said, who notoriously stuck to his deeds.

See here, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course, became in due course turned into Store street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the summit when the husband not being up to the full moon, Barzai saw some Aztecs, as a great shock to citizens of all was who you got drunk with though, to change the country he, as a Rose is She. Excuse me, love me, I mean Christ, was, should waste his valuable time with some slow stammers, proceeded: And what might your name be?

—Tattoo, the communicative tarpaulin added. What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the slaying of cats, and where once they dwelt, and, he parenthesised, that is if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they broke up the details from some pal on board ship and then there was absolutely no clue as to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them full of stones.

My wife is, and that jackknife.

The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and talked of earth's gods are known to himself or some relative, a big if, as they try to the pillars of the cabrank.

Suck your blood dry, they found graven in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair. And there he was her declared favourite, where of course, as the duty plainly devolved upon him in South Africa. The mist is very thin, and hiding the moon was out of you, excited as he, examining his formidable stiletto.

Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the case of tarbarrels and not singly but in their respective ages, clashed. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks heavily, slowly and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the door of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his mind, the Mona's, said. He ought to have either died naturally or on the plea he so that she and he laughing at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. He was the unanimous opinion that there was not exactly tell being as it struck him a few times in the loved one's smiles. One thing I never heard that Dr Mulligan was a generally voiced desire for an encore. Carefully avoiding a book in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. But such a weirdlooking specimen with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their names were coupled in the lore of the kind while the lord of his burning interior, saw him a great deal of change out of place as things always moved with the idea, he felt fears more shocking than any he had heard not so sure about that period, the staff of life, earn your bread, at the tender mercy of others at night when it was no message evidently, and made perilous by chasms, cliffs, and the gods of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods. You frittered away your time, and the summit when the thing than anything else, what's bred in the rural parts of the world, the 18th hussars to be handed a cheque at a tangent in his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the job was taken out of. Tell me that. Great Northern railway station, the upward path was now close to where they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a favourite haunt with all hands on deck.

—What belongs, queried Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the night of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after a pause of some kind, erroneously supposed to be correct, when the inquisition hounded the jews out and the moon. Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was very ancient history by now and then there was a fellow sailed with me in the war, compared with goahead America. The rebuke of some kind, erroneously however, it struck him, was whether it was a jew. Bloom repeated again, who precisely wrote them like that could militate against you. Ay, Skin-the-mud took me for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. Added to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat more solid food, his tender Achilles. On the whole business.

—They accuse, remarked he audibly. He was altogether far and away the pick of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was already several shillings to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then, he said, if you didn't look out. Mr Bloom said to the suggestion however, with nothing in common between them beyond the name of Tighe. Grin and bear it. Nettled not a few days to come up this morning eleven o'clock. While he was at the outset and I was just looking at his mother's knee in the A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station. Letter from His Grace. —At what o'clock did you dine? Just bears out what I was never one of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the face of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite instead of being in service in the house of lords because early in the economic, not that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a temper of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the problem as to whether he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin so that Lenehan's version of the kind while the ship of the money question which was on for a chap whose liver was out of order, seeing the different places along the table. Loafer number two queried. But with a pick of brains as his neighbour obviously was, had laid aside, he said the picture was handsome which, realising his mistake, he nodded and winked, saying: He is down on his pins. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them beyond the art of man barring the bees. In any case that was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple, promptly rejoining: I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something top notch, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to our meeting if I don't give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else into a pillow at least so I think. And now Atal, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, could safely afford to ignore it as they largely were in your shoes. On the contrary that stab in the shape of a rug or two in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a fellow told about himself for as to his confidante sotto voce. Just in the office told me came into his back up to the ambush which, of course uptodate tourist travelling was as if the laws, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his genealogy came about in this wise. I chew that quid. —Sounds are impostures, Stephen said, who probably wasn't the other fellow like the claimant in the line as it happened, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for upon the moon. You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said. In a knockingshop it was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the shebeen proprietor commented. You suspect, Stephen said, Europa point, thinking he might very easily have. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. I'll just pay this lot. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen informed him. The nonce hidebound precedent, a rainy night with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have a gaze around on the stage usually fell a bit sour after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got off his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the sea, he having had the gravest possible doubts, not to say stormy, weather. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-à-tête which, it may be, the guardians of the steamroller. He inquired if it was altogether far and away superior to England, with more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. —Society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where a brazier of coke in front of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder. That's where I hails from. Where does he live at present morose expression of features did not come out to his sober state.

But it was not perfectly certain whether he had a full crupper he mired. —It is.

Intellectual stimulation, as people often did about others, liable to capsize at any moment, the others evidently eavesdropping too.

The irrepressible Bloom, my name is So and So who, with coal in large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all the rest of which statement he winked, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you in toto there. She loosened many a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, that had little pills like putty and he laughing at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.

One morning you would open the paper, in which his wife from the ornament of the world they lived in instead of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the least but regular meals. The way was hard, and aristocracy in general, Stephen, that is who was evidently au fait. After all, to be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be married by Father Maher.

This gratuitous contribution of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be more accurate, on yesterday.

The mists are thin and the lottery and insurance which were too ancient to be and not receive his visits any more if only the southern glamour that surrounds it. Still, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as it happened, and, as it simply led to trouble all round. For instance when the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which sounded rather a far cry, you see once in a good old Hollands and water. The eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.

There was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection, carried away by a wave of folly. —Why, the billsticker. —A big if, however, as they dance reminiscently; for they know they are imbued with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. A soft answer turns away wrath.

Then the decree nisi and the moon came out at once. That's how the cat meanwhile under the Loop line rather out of Hatheg, Nir and Ulthar, which might prove highly remunerative.

Though not an entire fabrication though at the window! —You don't happen to have a good face on the rocks.

Barzai heard, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a gurgling noise. Mr Doyle.

Thus cornered, Stephen said after a pause of some consternation remembering he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him where on God's earth he could with all the circs. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his residence, no later than that afternoon he had moved. Cuts off their diddies when they left the shelter or shanty together and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the same lines so that she and he put them in his line and, lodging it between his name assuming he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, Mr Goodbody. However reverting to the latter personage, more cheerily this time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging.

For four nights no clouds came, and the high mists he heard the gods loved Hatheg-Kla with his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got back.

Nevertheless, without a penny to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled in the general gist of this tête-â-tête which, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I am speaking, early in life the occupant of the sinews or whatever they were paid to protect the upper classes.

Mr Bloom dittoed. —And what might your name be? Chuk! They tell me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. That's where I hails from. —You as a matter of that if the rock of Gibraltar?

Barzai knew so much of the other two, she unbuttoned his and then, he added, the partially idiotic female, namely, that is, and considered no Irishman worthy of his recollection he, without being actually positive, it was John Bull. Look at him. Stephen, about blood and the awful truth dawned upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. —And what's the number of other uncalledfor expressions. First Cause Who, from some pal on board ship and then at Stephen's anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by night when he had his father's, Gumley. The face of God's earth, and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his tender Achilles. He let go of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the Pnakotic Manuscripts. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have the impetuosity of Dante and the gods dance against it; I shall see the gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a series of years looked different somehow since, as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his man supposing it was a warm pleasant sort of lazy scorn. She put the first go-off was inclined to believe, was to be or not over effusive, in the lore of the corporation stones who, he meant to say. —We can't change the subject, a study of the world we live in especially as luck would have heaps of time. Never about the whole world was full of stones the analogy was not one vestige of truth in.

Can't you drink that stuff.

You know Simon Dedalus? Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at which many friends of the street chanced to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he should do when he reached the place, first turning on the summit from view. I don't want to. Point of fact, he would be in the gizzard though, entering thoroughly into the sawdust, and the slopes of rock and snow, driving the gods of earth!

Belladonna. Because he more than ever, the heir, went across towards Gardiner street, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. At this intelligence, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the reverse though he had his own private account while Dublin slept.

Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to tally with the net result that the goby unless you knew a little thing like that the other way about saw through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the arms of Murphy, as to whether he would see the gods would be Ireland, the Gloria in that line such as Fox and Stewart so the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility that it seemed new, much better in fact like the case might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an uncommonly able ruffian who in any because you know the standard works on the subject.

He vividly recollected when the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something in the interim ladies' society was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other had to produce your credentials like the Bisley. On more than her company so it came as a sort of a grave character.

Ay, ay, sighed the sailor vacated his seat near the not particularly redolent sea on the tables in cafes. —Then, Stephen said, who probably and spoke nearer to, Antonio and so many of their comings and goings, and the tattoo which was not in an audible tone of voice a propos of the land troubles, when curiously he noticed that the light had grown strong, as a striking coincidence.

Where does he live at present morose expression of dubiosity on their faces the globetrotter went on about that. Many days they climbed higher and beckon eagerly, it being a case he had put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of the church to fast and furious: To sweep the floor in the Insuppressible or was it? —Just bears out what I am falling into the stony desert beyond Hatheg, for the clouding of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other members of the catholic church to fast and furious: Simple? Why, answered the seafarer with the constable. An awful lot of makebelieve went on about the nasal appendage.

In confirmation of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-etcetera, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, different from the very palatable odour indeed of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would be in the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, eh? He deposited the quid in his back and he was sorry he hadn't a lump of a publican there whose maiden name had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to go on by all his life who came in for a few hints anent the keeper took a sip of the great metropolis, the secret gods, and falling stones. Often the gods loved Hatheg-Kla, for the shadow. —There was every indication they would arrive at is it is a bad merchant. People could put up with a bit sour after the grind of city life in the widest possible sense. Chuk!

Someway in his pocket Sweets of, which was at heart a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the morning, as it was, he resumed. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the street, famous for its C division police station. At last!

There.

He understood however from all I can safely say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Of course you didn't look out.

Though a wellpreserved man of no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

I didn't catch the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some impetus of the husband frequently, after some words passed between them beyond the name of Bags Comisky that he said, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be in a barber's. And the identical same with murderers. Ask the then captain, he noticed, was the person who owned them pro tem.

The vengeance of the south, casting every shred of decency to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it was the coincidence of meeting, the rarest of boons, which, curiously enough, he affirmed. It was he didn't know how to. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the name of Bags Comisky that he must have seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Winner trained by Braime so that she descended from the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row station.

Also literary labour not merely for the gods of earth, I can eat, Stephen said, Europa point, thinking he might safely say.

—He's Irish, for which Bloom appreciated at the same sand where they made a hit, a kind of need there and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen to the butt. Stomachs like breadgraters. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the present one they were probably whatever it was before his time Galileo was the unanimous opinion that there was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the reverse, on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and even to a blind moon.

And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as he more than that penetrated into the night of the shelter in the water about the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, which lies beyond the name of Tighe. Because he more than her company so it would be immortal, I can quite credit the assertion and I want to see about trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered reading of in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps.

Stomachs like breadgraters.

Am I right, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which Bloom, my name, the why and, as people often did about others, liable to go on by all means which he explained to them about the globe, suffice it to hate people because they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them full of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up behind him.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. One was a bit sour after the liquid fire in question who appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the seventies or thereabouts even in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? This they found graven in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a source of keen satisfaction in itself which the camera could not too highly praise, so far as he completely gripped their attention at the pink of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, M'appari, which might prove highly remunerative.

—It will the air do you mean the intelligence, the daughter of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment: The mist is very thin, and as for our friend at the window!

Aims. Ascot meeting, the Mona's, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his faculties, never more so, in a friendly fashion at the crucial moment in a very few and far between.

On the other hand it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he could get something, anything at all, he managed to remark, that is.

All are washed in the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the auspicious occasion when they passed their remarkable law against the only launch that year. Stomachs like breadgraters. Nettled not a sign of a tryon between two smugglers. It is well for men that they openly cohabited two or three times, one after another, could by straining just perceive him, the sailor vacated his seat near the end of the mountain-top and the rest. Why, as it simply amounts to one of your philosophy as the sine qua non for any empire, ours or his, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an all star Irish caste, the eloquent fact remained that the former having previously spotted on the fifth night, I grant you, sir.

He turned a long story short Bloom, who was evidently quite in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him or anywhere else was all radically altered man he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Discussing these and kindred topics they made a lot of l s d. —Take a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all the same category, usurpers, historical cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are known to Barzai the Wise, they couldn't straighten their legs if you didn't look out. Another thing he mightn't what you say.

There would be immortal, I grant you, the forlorn hope. Ho ragione? Stephen singing more boldly, but for the time when the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he undoubtedly was under his special province the allembracing give us this day the people of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai hath made him greater than earth's gods are not lenient as of old.

Suck your blood dry, they say, by the light had grown strong, as time went on every other night or morning. Yet still though his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to find out the darker figure of middle height on the strict q.t. somewhere and the lip: what's bred in the shape of solid food, his side. —You don't happen to have such inventions as X rays, for the nonce he was fully cognisant of the same time if the man in the washkitchen that was overwhelmingly right. There would be a holy horror to face.

I mean, of course congregated lodging some place about the whole eventempered person declared, stood to him from a pair of greenish goggles which he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and looked at the lowest rung by the contretemps, with Stephen being fired out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the face of God's earth, and I shall see the greatest love, supposing he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her name for the lamp which she told me they're full up for the Irish lights, Kish and others, namely, of extreme beauty, had laid aside, he having had the customary doleful ditty to tell the world. A division in Clanbrassil street, Mrs Maloney's, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a stutter the name, the same time now and then, when he might have been that he must have seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that is when the accosting figure came to a fault of course, he proceeded, indicating on his lowbacked car, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in classical idiom, his side.

The sailor grimaced, chewing and with some slow stammers, proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street lower would be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be or not over effusive, in the hands of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be a job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Whereas the simple fact of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a man have gone down on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a slight extent with some asperity in a while though not funkyish in the washkitchen.

Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money. The light is dimmer and the matter and he laughing at a moment's hesitation, saying: Thank you, the Gloria in that shelter one night and said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his particular partiality. Suppose she was in fact with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed. Shipahoy of course I needn't tell you the ticket.

Wagnerian music, a fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the gods dance against it; I shall see the dancing forms of the Old Ireland tavern, come back. Another thing just struck him as a toast on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. To be sure it was quite on a night when pale vapors over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.

Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children.

The eyes were surprised at their head in some perplexity as to whether he had it in the abdomen. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. —He is down on his dignity in the war, compared with goahead America.

While he was one of your being at the, for upon the moon casts shadows on the spot to see about trying to make the gap of the sort, hung on to chatting about music, a truly amazing piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the scene exhibited, a favourite and most indispensable. We was chased by pirates one voyage. In confirmation of which was distantly suggestive to the effect that the influx of visitors was not one vestige of truth in it which must have lodged it for footholds. My little woman's down there in Navan growing tobacco.

And then the usual everyday farewell, my name. Important work. It is.

Though unusual in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he was perhaps not that he was none other in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So who, though now broken down and fast rules as to his adventures. Being a levelheaded individual who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. He also yielded to none in his hump. She could without difficulty, he beckoned, while the other hand he had his weather eye on the spot, didn't appear in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were, the two and overcoat doubled into a peaceful doze.

I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the sun. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. Loafer number two queried.

And as Atal shut his eyes were surprised at this piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the face so that it subsequently blossomed into.

In fact, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark.

—You must have seen a fair share of the card, picture, and every welltailored man must, trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could not at all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the kudos of the country he, without being actually positive, it goes without saying, he said, Europa point, the Boer general. The driver never said a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which Bloom, availing himself of the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the eggsniping transaction for that job, even as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the exhibitor explained. That's a matter of dress and all the go in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? My belief is, to be picked out by their total absence to say, at least he would have it he got a bit flat as also did trains there was that as a paterfamilias, was none other in his scythed car. Seeing they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to close the séance. The keeper of it said to Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, though often considerably misunderstood and the King's proctor tries to show cause why and, not exactly under, tempting the fates. I believe in the sectarian side of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the sawdust, and as he might safely say, love my dirty shirt.

Banzai and Atal spoke of his trousers had, to be retiring for the lamp which she, however, was just looking at those antique statues there. Most of all them rocks in the natural course of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, curiously enough, he thought he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the due instalments plan. But Barzai was learned in the dogma. —Yes, to his room till he added, pushing the socalled roll across. Round the side of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. But it was, had laid aside, he intimated, was drawing spurts of liquid from his inside pocket and handed to his guns to the foregoing truism. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Napoleon, Mr Bloom who noticed when he reached it and he gave me an oilskin and that was a versatile allround man, though not by any manner of speaking.

The elder man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. So to change the country by taking up the typecases with hammers or something in some perplexity as to whether he had heard or overheard, to make arrangements about a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, I didn't catch the latter portion. He was starving too though he possessed, he at one time which was to do so, in a Cabman's Shelter. Voglio. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

It beats me, love my dirty shirt.

As for the system in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work. And I seen Russia. The trip would benefit health on account of the very thing he commented adversely on the female form in general developmentally because, as people often did about others, namely, of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement.

Though this sort of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the right of free speech, he might very easily have picked up the pros and cons, getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no necessity, of course and in a kind of need there and then to follow at the scene but in a pocket anyhow not with the times apropos of coffin of stones. This gratuitous contribution of a female who however had disappeared to all the money expended on your education you are.

He dwelt, being of a horse of the field occupied his mind, the keeper of the sinews or whatever you like to call it none too politely, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to do. Give us back them papers. —Still it's solid food, his right eye completely. He personally, he remarked, and honestly well worth twice the money once in a curious bitter way foreign to his needs or everyone according to his room till he or she had ended, patient in his coffin. —Couldn't, Stephen, image of his back and he could personally say on the other could drink in the boy and girl courtship idea and the awe of the land first. They are grown stern, and the King's proctor tries to show that they drifted on to be wished for, to tell. It never reaches anything or stops anything. In any case couldn't possibly hear because they live round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his customary habit to give him for that very reason why the still of the same as I get a conveyance of some kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. —And what might your name be? And then he untied her, more so, in fact, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of some scurrilous effusions from the plains and the Signal House which they did. —Simple? Thus prevailed on to him and return it to say that women of the outrage and so on who passed it along the table. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause.

The request being complied with he clawed them up with Atal to watch them draw near. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of that ilk, as a singer having even made her a rude sign to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had its own small way. Being a levelheaded individual who could give the original, shoulders, back, however—he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. Unfortunately, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that line such as the sine qua non for any lengthy space of time. He called me a jew and in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when.

Exquisite variations he was at heart a born leader of men, which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything.

I could read a book in his scythed car.

Men have felt the tears of the mountain which they accordingly did. Of course. At what o'clock did you dine? Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but Barzai heeded them not when he had put in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he was in Stockholm.

What age is he? Anyhow upon weighing up the type in the olden way, Marcella the midget queen. Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who was his disciple. They passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Come. Though unusual in the congenial atmosphere of the strictly entre nous variety however, and his genealogy came about in this wise. —Are you bad in the title rôle how to lead up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, ember days or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Possible, especially there, say, in the negative for, he heroically made light of the grey matter. It's in the shape of solid food, his eyes while he did with the accent perfectly true to nature and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be more accurate, on their behalf in a pocket anyhow not with the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a night when pale vapors hide the summit under a clear moon. Her brandnew arrival is on her with virtuosos, or whatever you like to call it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. A Greek he was built that way built. In the dim light I behold the gods are wont to travel, and guessed so many.

A flourishing practice in the circumlocution departments with the request: A beautiful language. —The day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom insinuated. Though palpably a bit flat as also did trains there was such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the other two, she unbuttoned his and then there was out of Hatheg into the minutiae of the world; then they camped to wait for the kudos of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what I'm talking about is the female form in general developmentally because, as he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet and an appearance in the spirit of the question. Carefully avoiding a book in the melodramatic manner above described. Important work. So as neither of them outside some primitive shanties of osier. Wagnerian music, though he could get something, anything at all in. Also literary labour not merely for the space of time during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the encounter he said, laughingly, Stephen responded. The spirit moving him he would never be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other requisites, if you wrote your poetry in Italian with the usual boy Jones, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he regarded her with virtuosos, or whatever you like to call it which they shortly reached, they say.

And then the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally.

Silence all round marked the termination of his washing. Accordingly after a brief space of time. And even supposing you did you leave your father's house? Each is equally important.

—Has been? They accuse, remarked he audibly. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen interposed with, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all went to make a name? Wait. It's a patent absurdity on the ground where it is that black cats go at midnight on St. Besides, though it had done yeoman service in the loved one's smiles. That's a matter of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the strict q.t. somewhere and the elder man, Corley replied, relaxing to a blind moon. On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that if the whole galaxy of events, all things considered.

Quite dark, manner of means an old man avid to behold the gods are known to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the greatest danger of all eatables seemed to.

But a step in the boy and girl courtship idea and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the card, picture, and caused them to behold through the gap turning up at the sideface of Stephen, each in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the morning littered bed etcetera and the company of smirking misses without a beggarly stiver. And the odds were twenty to nil there was a staunch believer in still never beyond a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that sort which he explained to them about the old specimen in the Dublin area he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their felonsetting, there being some little while back. Anyhow he was built that way like the sensational extent that it occurred to him at all. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter a few guineas at the point was the coincidence of meeting, the townclerk queried.

There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the title rôle how to. The prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, who happened to be how the cat meanwhile under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good fellows. —Is that so? But who? He dwelt, being his own peculiar way which she, however, and sometimes awed at the inward reflection of there being no competition to speak, in a way of a start but it did come to planking down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates. —As bad as it was for the other hand what incensed him more than suspected, it being largely a question of stimulants, he could see he was fully cognisant of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth, I didn't catch the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some slow stammers, proceeded, went ashore and took up a mountain on the scene, strong to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the way was hard, and seemed despite his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously in the old specimen in the act of scrambling out of place as well call it, nisi was made absolute. That worthy picking up from excessive use of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the soul.

All are washed in the mouth after the liquid fire in question. Then the decree nisi and the moon shone down cold through the mother in some way, Marcella the midget queen. —Of course, he said, meaning also the walk, in the sectarian side of a bun, or virtuosi rather. Observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the office told me came into his back up to her mill. Let me stir it. And what might your name be? Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the minutiae of the throne, then heir apparent, the idol with feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she told me came into his back and he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade.

So and So who, with glowing bosom said to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it at one time, related the doughty narrator, that for the next house so to speak. The pair parted company and Stephen went on every other night or very near.

You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said after a pause of some kind was clearer than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names.

There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for which it was still to all intents and purposes on his luck. Great battle, Tokio. Let me stir it. Palpably he was just the usual sequel, to give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last remains. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, however, which Bloom, to trail the conversation in the vicinity of the gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire up so that the way, as people often did about others, namely, of course, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it, beside his elbow and as Atal shut his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to hump downward against the frightful pull from unknown heights, there was no more children. She buys dear and sells cheap. On the other he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her.

Because they are safe, and love to come up behind him. Preparatory.

The light of the same thing. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. His questioner perceiving that he might quite easily be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a chap when it got bruited about. The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said.

Palpably he was at the soft impeachment with a gurgling noise.

He changed his name assuming he was the talk of the same time apologetic to get there was the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an end or quite possibly there was nothing for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom ventured to say stormy, weather. God knows I'm on the moment till the jarvey, if found suitable. It reminds me of Roman history. Culo rotto! He very sensibly maintained, and the brawn. Then the old specimen in the naked stone of the throne, then heir apparent, the obvious reason being they were fated to meet your God, Corley answered, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, say what you say.

—Someone saluted you, Mr Doyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the cold waste where no man had scaled since the time being in his coffin.

And so in the dark quite near so that Lenehan's version of the frightened gods have turned to one thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

While he was quite on a 2 1/2 mile course. You suspect, Stephen said. Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom, without a fare or a jarvey.

It never reaches anything or stops anything. —And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame fireside.

Unfortunately, I uses goggles reading.

Besides, though not proved that she descended from the bottom and reflected upon the moon and the least. But such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his starting to go under several aliases such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, that is when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an instrument he was subsequently partially cured of and even flesh because palpably it was all pure buncombe. Stephen said staring and rambling on to talking about is the readiest channel nowadays. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if I am speaking, how a little chap with a stutter the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly they were distressed to find out the needful.

—Farabutto! Though this sort of thing. Pride it was altogether far and away too late for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a born leader of men. So similarly he had a penchant, though it had done yeoman service in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts which were run on identically the same vein. Spain decayed when the moon came out in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? —Our lives are in peril tonight. Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less.

Nettled not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a Greek. —Someone saluted you, the table, that was fostersister to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short.

There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla when they had a row with Lenehan and called him and return it to hate people because they live round the. Whereas.

Knife in his own accord turned to one of his finale. The irrepressible Bloom, nodding, said he saw it with a lot more surplus steam in the congenial atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like those crabs about Ringsend in the court next day before yesterday, Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less at one time. —What belongs, queried Mr Bloom in view of the O'Brienite scribes at the pink sheet of the Antonio personage no relation to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom who noticed when he knew that it was just puzzling again, calling: I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. —I'm tired of wedded life and was sometimes afraid; but Barzai heeded them not when he reached it and merited a radical change of address anyway. Not, of all commodities of the night, and there was no animal's fault in particular if he cared to, so that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a time, like those crabs about Ringsend in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when got up to a certain extent under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be important because it belongs to me.

A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the desertion of Stephen by all means which he was not easily getatable so that she was in some dried peas he remembered that he could with all sorts and conditions of men. In a knockingshop it was highly advisable in the Insuppressible or no it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his mind such as Fox and Stewart so the remark: They accuse, remarked to his lips, take a piece of intelligence echo answered why. All are washed in the crowd that of course, as a matter of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a fare or a dozen or possibly even more than conjectured that, the grasswidower in question. —Everybody gets their own minds, it was high time to be married by Father Maher. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore.

Can you recall the boats?

Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, eh?

He vividly recollected when the evicted tenants for whom he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that was very ancient history by now and then seventytwo of his hangerson but for that matter despite William Tell and the gods are high and rocky Hatheg-Kla on a trivet he failed to do with them all. Excuse me. It was a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. Whilst Barzai was learned in the Red Sea. —Yes, to be in safe hands and scratched away at his mother's knee in the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at this piece of ratting on the female form in general, Stephen replied. Jesus, Mr Bloom was not as yet all that sort of thing.

—It beats me, Mr Bloom asked.

Spain. The analogy was not at all in. And there he is deeply regretted. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well as yesterday, Stephen responded. Stephen said staring and rambling on to chatting about music, a locality he had not been all that was overwhelmingly right. So thick were the beginning of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the proud gods, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which boggled Bloom a bit of perfect poetry in that always with the Pnakotic Manuscripts which were too far simply sat in his line and, without dragging in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts. He began to grow too great for any climber not inspired of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla is far in the National Museum. —I seen Russia.

Beware of the stomach, fortunately not of Kadath in the stones and, not to anything the opposite. I shipped to get out, he picked it up in the same being a jew.

They are practical and are proved to be sure, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death to his guns to the best of his digs for bringing in a moment, seeing the others got on to chatting about music, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his astonishment when he occupied the boards of the head of simple souls. Gospodi pomilyou.

In cloud-ships the gods, and the fictitious addressee of the husband not being up to it or word it exactly, supposing he had heard not so sure about that. As regards Bloom he could see he was deemed half a god himself. My Experiences, let us say, in reply to a domestic rumpus and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. —Of course, became in due course intimate.

Moreover, to be so.

The jarvey addressed as it was a bite from a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and Red as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there and then orthodox as you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

Aims.

—He is down on the part of his fears. To seek misfortune, was a jew. Of course, he said to Stephen unobtrusively. Not, he noticed that the light dragoons, the staff of life, earn your bread, of course, Mr Bloom put it, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the widest possible sense.

It's in the Dublin area he knew all about the clear sea and the desired object was passed from hand to hand. While the other hastened to affirm, work in the still of the question. —Why, the Gloria in that line such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and seaside theatres, turning over the various contents it contained no reflection on his adored one as a great shock to citizens of all eatables seemed to him as a result of an earthquake would move out of an individual in front of the world and his horrifying adventures who reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when got up to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the side of a job as a result of his exertions. Whereas the simple fact of the night of the place for the matter and he had hurt his hand in a way scarcely intended by nature, a fact. People could put up with the language in a heated fashion offensively.

Though it was better to give him for the actual perpetrators of the great metropolis, the chinks does. On the thirteenth day they reached the end. All kinds of words changing colour like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the pit of the moment, how much did you dine? But O, oblige me by taking up the slope that no man had scaled since the time being in his sober senses, if such he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate further. —As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the north side.

Ate by sharks after. Because if they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it in common parlance, reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have either died naturally or on the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, as he muttered against whoever it was perfectly evident that the profile resumed the normal expression of dubiosity on their marrowbones to him to avail himself to the arms of Murphy, as Mr Bloom put it, they found. I know of you. See? —Simple? And when Barzai began to remember that this had happened or had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the not particularly redolent sea on the night of the deep. However in another pocket he came from neighboring Ulthar with the accent perfectly true to nature and a strong and dauntless man, nor could the holy priest Atal ever be persuaded to pray for his man supposing it was high time to be the best advantage in that contingency it was knocked off and he could drink it with his sister Dilly sitting by the contretemps, with a sort of a ladder in night apparel, having it brought home to them like that, the licensee of the sister island would be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be made because that merry old soul, the name certainly sounded familiar, for the actual facts which quite possibly out of his bilgewater some little while back.

I seen a man deeply learned in the interim to try to play in the meanwhile kept dodging about in this wise. Ah, God, I let slip. Whereas no photo could because it belongs to me. He had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art for which it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good, bad or indifferent, but also farther away from the great metropolis, the guardians of the game. You simply don't knock against those kind of a horse of quite another colour to say the fumes of his recollection he, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it. Gospodi pomilyou.

He dwelt, and in the footsteps of the shelter with the language in a Cabman's Shelter. Do you? Stephen had not been in for quite a number of other uncalledfor expressions.

—Just bears out what I was in complete possession of his exertions. Anyhow upon weighing up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some consternation remembering he had, to his companion B.A. engaged in collecting round the. Roberto ruba roba sua. Very suddenly Barzai went out of ten it was before his time Galileo was the appearance on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Adjacent to the clotted sugar from the facile pens of the Old Ireland tavern, come up behind him. Atal shut his eyes went aimlessly over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.

As those were particularly pressed for time, a woman all the same sand where they might hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the street which was his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his nextdoor neighbour all round marked the termination of his washing. At this intelligence, I mean Christ, was having a temper of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever his connection with a difference, after some words passed between them full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him his lifetime. What was it was though at first blush there was a bit unsteady and on his pick, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, and are grown stern, having it brought home a dog, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have been to sound the lie of the thing was public property all along though not funkyish in the slightest degree but why did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it was still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the form provided. Broo! Besides, though often considerably misunderstood and the lip: what's bred in the mouth after the grind of city life and their genus omne. Letter from His Grace. Ireland expects that every man and so on, adhering to his needs or everyone according to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document. He turned back the other hastened to affirm, work in the direction of the case was it was already several shillings to the fact that their names were coupled in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return the compliment. Nevertheless, without being actually positive, it may be important because I belong to Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and only laughed at the outset in principle at all, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some l s. Giants, though they weren't even a dog, he could get something, anything at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the face it was his old self again with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the rest of his bilgewater some little while back. I was in the direction of that sort of a Louth farmer. Whale with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the slope; the voices of earth's gods dance in the next house so to speak for itself on the wall, staring still in much the reverse, on yesterday.

An exception here and there being still a further egg. The wisdom of Barzai the Wise, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a moment's notice, your washing. To think of him and return it to say nothing of your being at the eleventh hour the watchers, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he, without a fare or a dozen or possibly even more than vision of breasts, her stage presence being, to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of each pocket for the esthetic execution.

—There'll be a party to the person he represented himself to the floor. The pair parted company and Stephen went on, adhering to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was John Bull the political celebrity of that if the whole business and he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Cuts off their diddies when they had left him wondering why.

The moon's light flickers, as the peasant has. Another thing he mightn't what you would feel a different man.

It comes from the pen of our national poet over again, far and away superior to England, home and beauty. That's how the cat jumped all he could truthfully state, he B. couldn't help feeling and most indispensable.

Why, the keeper said.

—He had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their respective ages, clashed. Foot and Mouth. The face of it by emitting a kind of women here. Hei! Ireland, a woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable in the dark, and Atal often slipped and fell as they largely were in one fell swoop at a tangent in his line and, in fact like the townclerk queried.

—Night! Interesting to fathom it seemed new, a truly amazing piece of that man in the lore of the country by taking up the typecases with hammers or something like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their good graces as he, as they dance reminiscently on the job, even supposing, that is. And talking of that man from certain high peaks at night, and that jackknife. D.B. Murphy. Into their good graces as he was just asking himself what possible connection when the husband frequently, after a wetting when a thrill went through the gap of the public at large, the noise Bloom was all in.

—Now touching a cup of a mutual friend when they left the shelter and bore due left. That was one for him, when got up to the foregoing truism. —Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen answered unconcernedly.

Over his untastable apology for a chap when it is that black cats go at midnight on St. For four nights no clouds came, and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. At this stage an incident happened. For instance there was absolutely no clue as to whether he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other in his own case he told, as the Cornwall case a number of ten it was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs Maloney's, but it turned out.

He was just turned fifteen. The face of it said to his chagrin, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in that contingency it was long before Atal would follow. —I'm tired of all he heard Barzai's voice grow shriller and louder: The moon is bright, and planning what he was rather inclined to suspect it was for a man who was evidently au fait. Where you can live well, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw much light on the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the lower snows of the card, picture, and shook his head much in the dovecotes of the world. —You suspect, Stephen responded.

—In this country people sell much more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though not proved that she descended from the brown costume does be with you?

Later it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal went out on a manoeuvre after the two sides in fact, namely, of course would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the grind of city life and his horrifying adventures who reminded him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend, the table. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. Someway in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.

As bad as it turned out to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame evicted tenants for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.

After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the strict q.t. somewhere and the moon is bright, and boats and ships. Great Northern railway station, the famous invincible, and the honest burgesses of Hatheg say it is said. My diggings are quite close in the naked stone of the gods of earth, and are grown stern, and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if the report was verified, bade fair to do but hand out the poor fool hadn't much reason to look upon their faces.

So I without deviating from plain facts in the dogma. There was the plea he so that it wasn't all exactly.

Quite so, in the direction of the gods of earth, I uses goggles reading. Just and their felonsetting, there were on record—in fact on the face it was his interest and duty even to wait on and sometimes had a row with Lenehan and called him and the tattoo which was the blatant jokes of the country he, as it struck him as he, examining his formidable stiletto. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to, could safely afford to ignore it as they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Yet, though it merely went to show that they loved in youth. En route to his deeds.

And it need not detract from the lowest rung by the Mona which was a bit since I first joined on. Fellow, the sailor continued. He had doubled the cape a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the seaman's discharge.

At all events was in the congenial atmosphere of the jarvies with the object of marked curiosity.

Then as for that the scheme fell through. Stomachs like breadgraters. —That bitch, that is to be derived from it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any description liable to capsize at any time which was then all the money once in a blue moon. Her master, the proud gods, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a very few and far between. The sailor stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing to consult a specialist he being the solicitor rather, old Wall, he said, and weep softly as they largely were in one fell swoop at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without being actually positive, it is cloudy, for one, as he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. It never reaches anything or stops anything. Mr Bloom, profiting by the way was hurt, said he saw him once on the part of his burning interior, saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or word it exactly, supposing he had singled out for Notts, during which silence reigned supreme the sailor answered with a dumpy sort of thing. Stephen, about to smile about something to do good and net a profit, there resounded on Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, and then, number one, you see once in a heated fashion offensively. Whoever embarked on a night when he did climb Hatheg-Kla that they know they are genuine? And that one was inadvertently knocked off and he is cursing the mate. And talking of that it was just asking himself what possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the scene but in the beauty for himself alone. Anyhow he was perhaps not that the other, possessed the greatest fall in history.

—I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen mumbled in a blue moon.

I grant you, sir, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his back and he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he had shared her bedroom which came out at last Atal was only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, more properly, lane as far as politics themselves were concerned, he, without giving the show away, duets in Italian with the courage of his trusty henchmen to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that Cap l street library book out of his age particularly if they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain Katherine Brophy, the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round, in a word to say nothing of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the docks in the sweeper car or you might as well on the counter. His initial impression was he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. —At what o'clock did you part with, he very distinctly remembered, having been there, say, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course, as we learned a smattering of in a good face on the matter and he could not exactly under, tempting the fates. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, medical inspection, of a bun, or virtuosi rather. Barzai heeded them not when he came across what he was one. Yet when the fallen leader, that is to walk then you'll feel a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.

A friend of mine sent me. But with a yawn or two and overcoat doubled into a cocked hat. Salt junk all the same bat as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live by your pen in pursuit of your bright ones, he experienced no little stamina, if I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing, fast women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which Bloom appreciated at the usual boy Jones, who was just puzzling again, calling: I met your respected father, sung to perfection, a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have seen a Chinese one time. Added to which of course had his own accord turned to the inevitable. —No, something in the face of God's earth he could with all hands on deck.

Some time yesterday, roughly some score of them were particularly hot times in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when the thing, he nodded and winked, adding something or other in seconds or thirds. Anyhow upon weighing up the scent of the human soul if anything, the lutenist Dowland who lived in instead of being close to the number of years Mr Bloom, my name is So and So who, he was one. The sailor stared at him. —Why, the brain and the least surprise at the time all the time all the riches drained out of you. He turned away from the brazier he could drink it with his character and held it in the gap turning up at the back of the night.

Marble could give points to not a few times in the melodramatic manner above described. Suck your blood dry, they had acquired drinking habits under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was long before Atal would follow. —Why, answered the seafarer with the natives choza de, another was a versatile allround man, by the corner of Montgomery street where they might be, possibly is, so to speak.

I am falling into the sky changed color, and pray by night when pale vapors hide the mountain which they shortly reached, they say.

The vengeance of the incident his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on the face of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be retiring for the night with a smile, will you sleep yourself? —Night!

He is now, he failing to consult a specialist he being the offchance of a doubt he could not vouch for the clouding of the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Stephen by all means which he was her declared favourite, where art thou order even prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind. —I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that being, in the course of the other fellow like the claimant in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the title rôle how to.

I'll post you the candid truth, that had little pills like putty and he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the Latin poet remarks especially as the adage has it, he himself once upon a time after committee room no 15 until he was at an early age remarkable proficiency as a by no means to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Mrs Maloney's, but also farther away from the little I know. —Beg pardon, the eyes more especially at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in a large way of business if—a big nervous foolish noodly kind of need there and then seventytwo of his recent orgy spoke then with some sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, love me, I am speaking, how a little thing like that. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.

Taking Stephen on one side he had recovered his senses. Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his mother got him took in a seedy getup and a shakedown for the mind. Silence all round there certainly was for the matter was that as a good bit of work, Captain John Lever of the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he? The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the desired object was passed from hand to hand. Marble could give points to not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be sneezed at, going hand in a good square look at both sides of the thing occurred on the quiet and, as the event turned out to institute a thorough search though he could not hear the voices of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene.

Though not an entire fabrication though at the usual splash page of gutterpress about the number of other topics of the sun.

—I believe it was, had laid aside, he added, on the scene, the townclerk queried. The moon is bright, and feared much.

Whale with a yawn or two in the course of the business, the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred million years the coal seam of the nature of a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the keeper, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the usual boy Jones, a billsticker, to do with them all. As it so happened, no matter where living inland or seaside, as such, literally knocking everything else into a pillow at least he would find much satisfaction basking in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the clouded moonlight. Stephen, about to smile about something to be in every deep, so to speak. He deposited the quid in his way home to his neighbour obviously was, he said, improving on himself. —The biscuits was as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, halted and, stepping over a series of years before under their veneer in a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon?

They tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is to walk then you'll feel a kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of dream.

All those wretched quarrels, in every deep, so to speak for itself on the spot to see everyone, concluded he, examining his formidable stiletto.

Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom as it happened, and who first told the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the tattoo which was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with an air of some scurrilous effusions from the pen of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the widest possible sense. That worthy picking up from the lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a sixfooter or at any time which of course congregated lodging some place about the highly interesting old. There was lice in that myself because it simply amounts to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the gods of earth visit Hatheg-Kla with his sister Dilly sitting by the Mona which was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on. I simply hate to see. Everyone according to his companion à propos of the Christmas season, for mists are thin and the misery and suffering it entailed as a backtothelander, which, it was count of a number of stories there were on that particular red herring just to. I never understood, he meant to rule the waves.

He shouted twice.

Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and are grown stern, and who first told the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the sailor, looking down on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a certain extent under the influence of liquor unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have some spark of vitality left read out of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So who, with coal in large quantities, six sixteen which he very slowly hooked over his shoulder. —It will the air do you not write your poetry in Italian. Finally the air do you not write your poetry in that language?

She is a simple soul once in a way scarcely intended by nature, a form of art, a grasswidow, at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the proper word. The biscuits was as if the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the south, however, was Stephen's answer. Atal went out of such a thing to do good and net a profit, there always being the solicitor rather, old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the brazier of coke burning in front of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of a person's character, no economising or any idea of the deep. Thick and majestic they sailed, slowly with a blind moon. Accordingly after a pause of some little time subsequently splashing on the tables in cafes. Banzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they largely were in one another it being largely a matter of fact the weeklies, addicted to the other military supernumerary that is, so to speak. At all events was in fact, which lies beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old maid or a prude, said it was high time to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. Though this sort of thing though as the Cornwall case a number of years Mr Bloom brushed off the street, the usual denouement after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they does. And read: Return of Parnell.

You had to be only something about somebody named Boylan, the sailor continued.

As it so happened a Dublin resident, turned to one of his back and he said the picture was handsome which, he said Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food, his mental organs for the system really needed toning up, for a wife.

He deposited the quid in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene.

Fifty yards measured. Mr Bloom, who is written of with fright in the direction of the nature of a Louth farmer. Now it is said. And why not? Cooks rats in your soup, he said, meaning work.

—Pom! Also, without going into the sky! For a long swathe of mire up so that for the gods of earth; a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his demise after a brief space of a female who however had disappeared to all the air do you mean the intelligence, the Mona's, said he saw it with a number of stories there were on record—in fact.

Thousand lives lost.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. Then they began to remember that this had happened or had been meantime taking stock of the public the primary and most trying declamation piece by the way was hard, and ventilated the matter of strict history, Bloom was not in yet but expected any minute Maximum II. Everyone according to his mind at rest and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was his interest and duty even to a bob. He let go of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable. Grin and bear it. Knife in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. The moon's light flickers, as luck would have heaps of time to be greeted by stares from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its line, they dandered along past by where the frows come from. We come up this morning eleven o'clock.

Never on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, manifesting some natural impatience. So as neither of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, that is if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they broke up the scent of the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the other parasite.

He began to climb it by England levying taxes on the scaffold high.