#bi lance sweets

[strangeasf]

"sweets is queer" i say to the mic, the crowd boos and yells at me to get out of the stage. i sigh and sadly start leaving.

"she's right" a voice says, i turn around and there he is. Dr. Lance Sweets himself

[paintedgrilledcheese]

Cheese's 100 follower special part 1

(Thank you all for following me and sticking around to see what contents I post!!! For hitting triple digits I'm doing special posts. This one is all about the cut and unused content ideas/plans for RPs.)

(For the people who wanted to be tagged: @ilovefukuchi @myluckymoon @caffeiiine )

Each unplanned idea will be in character order of when I first created them.

Levi

There's a lot with Levi when I first made him. At first there wasn't a proper backstory for him other than that he was a traumatized guy.

Levi was already arrested in his backstory before, so my whole goal with him was to get him arrested again and sent back to prison.

This would have triggered a rescue mission, or a prison escape (in my head I made Sayaka and Oscar go save him)

On the same topic of rescuing Levi, I have this old idea I played in my head where Levi was supposed to be kidnapped by this ability user that had the power to trap people in this video game. Bro Levi would have been in a little cage like Princess Peach.

If Levi was ever brought back to prison I would have created a little headspace segment for him (kinda like omori)

Ross

At first, Ross wasn't supposed to be a military captain. Instead, he was going to be some doctor to kidnap Levi back for experiments. This was changed to fit the backstory more.

Ross and Levi were supposed to have this big fight at one point.

And Ross was supposed to die by Levi finally killing him but in a bitter sweet goodbye.

Dr. Ikari

He was supposed to be the more cold doctor, but instead, he gave a more "I don't give a crap attitude."

He was going to help capture Levi, only to calm him down.

Nothing much about him other than a potential death.

Cooper

Oh boy, there is so much for Cooper.

At first, Cooper wasn't going to be brought back entirely. All because the og Cooper was dead and it would have ruined some of Levi's character development. So instead, I made this Cooper from a different universe.

At first, I was going to have him wander around and ask multiple people, "Are you my master?" But on the first one with Shibusawa, I had him settle with him for a long time.

He was almost gay or bi, but I gave him a female love interest. (Also his "love" for Shibusawa was more so a obsession than actual love.)

Big one‼️ Cooper at one point before he killed X, was going to go back to X. Either through by getting fired or just plain manipulation.

There were going to be multiple times in which he got kidnapped but those never happened.

At one point, he was going to snap, but that never happened as well.

Richard Connell

He was going to be more of an evil, bad guy with a god complex. Now he silly.

Fiona Delgado

She was created to flirt with an older version of Shibusawa. That never happened.

She was supposed to work at a normal boring job but I changed it to be the Port Mafia.

Hunter

Was going to die, never happened.

He was going to be a cool priest, but now he works for the Special Operations Division.

Dr. Paul

Was supposed to hunt down every vampire and try to kill then all.

Perhaps give him a potential love interest in which the irony of it is that the love interest is a vampire.

Felix

He was supposed to be more angry and charming, but he's just some goofy guy who yells at his rival and is actually a lot more friendly.

He was supposed to be ability-less but him having a cool sword as his ability sounded cool.

At one point, Lance (from Prime Softwares) was going to change Felix's "programming" and make him go on a murder rampage. Possibly a really intense boss fight with X.

Prime Softwares

Lance was supposed to die (he's barely alive but he's alive)

Lance and Grian were supposed to have this discussion and Lance would have threaten to deactivate Grian.

At one point, Grian would have completed a mission, but Lance would deactivate him anyways for a more new and improved model.

So Grian was almost a box of scraps for anyone to take.

The whole thing with the androids was to learn how to fuse ability user's blood into androids so androids could have said ability from the user. Basically weapons.

Because Lance wanted to take over the world with these androids.

At one point Grian was going to turn on Lance and attack Lance instead.

[atiianeishaunted]

what do you think of acxa and veronica?? both as separate characters and as a ship

i love them dearly!! i do think acxa was insanely interesting as a character when she was introduced even though it came at the cost of hunk’s strange comments LMFAO and the whole odd attempt to imply she was into keith or whatever 😞 her design could use some tweaking imo but all around pretty decent

i also think veronica is pretty neat!! i wish we got to see her more as i love her design and i remember really loving her voice i think !! also she gave us the iconic dinner date scene where she admits she’s interested in keith which derails lance entirely, i wish they also explored that more, not because i ship them (the opposite in fact) but i just would’ve loved to see how it’d pan out with lance being pissed off and keith being.. keith, the fruity autistic man he is, they could’ve ended off as solid friends imo </3

as for the ship itself!! i like them i think? i haven’t given it too much thought due to them not having much screen time unfortunately 😞 i remember thinking the few interactions they did have as super cute and sweet

i view them as lesbian and bi respectively if ur curious 🫶

[gryphon1232]

12 and 29 please! Whichever of your characters you think I will enjoy the most 🙏

Ok lets go! I'm going to answer the first for Annika and Benji because I think it'd be fun, and then the second for Lance and Alexandre, because I have a vague knowledge of their pets.

12 (How many serious relationships have they been in?):

Annika: I think for Annika, the final count is around 4? She was probably with someone from school, but they broke it off when she got more busy with the feeders and F1. After that, I could see her being in like, 2 higher-profile relationships before she settled down with her husband. The first was Daniel Williams, she met him in her rookie year in 2006, and he was her teammate at Pearsons. He had connections at Delphi Voltage but didn't want to use them at first, so went with Pearsons. They got together at the start of her 2nd and his 3rd season in 2007, and broke up by the end of the year when she won her 1st WDC. It was definitely toxic as fuck he held her career over her head and his seniority, not to mention he was like 36, dating a 21 year old. She moved up to Aurelia, he jumped ship to Delphi Voltage and got dropped after 2 years. He was made Team Principal of Delphi Voltage in 2018. Things are not good between them. The second was a well-known German musician who she got with just before her 3rd season. They were generally pretty fine together, it wasn't exactly love, but it was fun and they both enjoyed it. She was with him until mid-2015, but began pulling away and focusing more on F1, and they finally broke up because they never saw each other.

She finally met her husband, Henri Reinhart, at an Aurelia sponsor dinner in mid-2016. He was the CEO of Reinhart Germany AG, a large German handheld tool company and major sponsor of Aurelia at the time. They got married in 2018, and had their first child in 2020, which is also when he stepped down from his position. Now he's a full-time father and philanthropist.

Benji: Ok, so this answer is going to be a lot smaller, because I'm not going to get into specifics on all his exes, BUT! I do want to yap a bit about his current girlfriend. So, I think his final count on serious relationships is like 6?

Among those, I could see him dating an American actress at some point, and a singer, I also think he had a boyfriend for at least, some amount of time, since he's Pan, but since they were both in the public eye, they kept that under wraps.

He finally got with his long-time girlfriend Isla Scott in during the 2021 Australian GP after party. She's an Australian model, very lovely, sweet girl. She's Bi, he's Pan, and they both wanted an open relationship, and it's worked very well for them ever since because they have strict boundaries and a lot of love for each other. Marriage has been thrown around may times, by them, the media, and their friends, and they do probably plan on getting married at some point, but they are in absolutely no rush.

29 (Do they have pets? Do they want pets?):

I really want Lance and Alexandre to have like, not an unreasonable amount of pets, but certainly a lot. I know, right off the bat, that Lance has horses at his families home, probably like 2. And I think that they don't have many pets while they're both racing. Their first pet is a Lemon Belton English Setter named Monte (short for Monte-Carlo), then they get a flat-coated retriever in 2026, and they name her Rose after Scarlette. They get a Berger Picard in 2031 who they name Sovrano. I think they also get like, 2 cats at some point, probably because their kids wanted them. I don't know breeds or names for them though, that's too far into the future lol.

[bi-dykes]

hello, dear sweet beloved mutual — i’m here to ruin your day ♡

choose ur fighter: glimbow bi erasure edition!

Helloooo beloved mutual, you are like an adorable kitten who just brought me some disgusting “roadkill” as a present. And dropped it at my feet and then meowed >:(

Glimmer being straight is uh. Definitely a take. And a disproven one. Whoever thinks Glimmer is straight has never seen Roll With It (in Season 2 I believe)

Also: some terrific YouTube comments to cleanse your palette

And Glimmer doesn’t just find girls pretty in her roll with it imagination sequence:

It’s like they never watched the show.

Istg, the fact that so many ppl still assume bisexuals to be either gay/lesbian or straight is infuriating. As if the term bisexual wasn’t coined all the way back in 1892. We have always existed. Bow is in love with Glimmer. He literally cannot be gay lol. There’s George, Lance, and Falcon if anyone wants gay She-Ra characters, they don’t need to change Bow’s identity for that. They’re bisexual4bisexual, die mad about it <3

[azurecanary]

Scott

Lydia

Scott McCall:

First Impression:

Sweet precious boy whom i adore

Impression now:

Sweet precious man whom i adore (good God he's hot)

Favourite moment:

It does have to be the True Alpha moment

Sorry Scott haters that's SUCH a good moment

Idea for a story:

Scira reunion babyyyy

Unpopular opinion:

Best character on the sang show

Favourite relationship:

Scisaac and/or Scira

Also Scott and Liam, and Scott and Lydia

Favourite headcanon:

Bisexual KING

Lydia Martin:

First Impression:

Literally amazing

Impression now:

Best character development on the show (apart from Scott), romances aside

Favourite moment:

Stopping the Beast and bringing Mason back

Idea for a story:

Meeting Dinah Lance in therapy, bonding ensues

Unpopular opinion:

She deserved better romances

Favourite relationship:

I really enjoyed her dynamics with the entire Pack except for you know who, but specifically Scott

Also Allydia

Favourite headcanon:

Bi Queen

[alter-bartender]

Hiii!! We love ur blog mah god..

Can we request a Lance (Voltron) headmate who is just really hyper and sweet? Maybe a caretaker for the system and a babysitter?

Thank you!!

-Keith ❗️

EEE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <33

જ⁀➴NAMES- Lance/Leo (he looks like a guy that would call himself that XD)

જ⁀➴PRNS- He/him

જ⁀➴AGE- 16

જ⁀➴GENDER- so masculine it would make a grown man weep (you can probably smell the testosterone for miles/j)

on a more serious note: transboy (FTM)

જ⁀➴SPECIES- human

જ⁀➴ SEXUALITY- Bi

જ⁀➴ROLES- Little caretaker, task manager, mood booster and caretaker

જ⁀➴SOURCE- Voltron

જ⁀➴PERSONALITY- like a humanized golden retriever/POS

Always willing to help others!!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

[Requests open!!] 🌙

[princelancey]

15 Questions

Thank you for tagging me in this @f1-disaster-bi

1. Are you named after anyone?

nope! I was gonna be named gráinne after my great gran but then my parents saw 'sorcha' and liked that

2. When was the last time you cried?

I've been crying all week because of allergies, maybe? but like proper crying maybe 2 weeks ago? I have no concept of time but yeah Uni is super stressful so i've had a few stress cries recently

3. Do you have kids?

nope, and tbh the chance of me getting pregnant are super low so that'll probably stay a no

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

yes, so many. Hurling/Camogie (you should check this out its so cool, its a 3000 year old sport and played at an insane speed, the top level is still amateur), one singular day of Gaelic football (i was beyond bad, turns out i needed glasses lmao), swimming, rounders, and finally the loml Archery. I needed to keep busy as a child 😅😅

5. Do you use sarcasm?

the day i don't is the day i'm dead

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

their facial expression, trying to see how they're feeling, where is their attention at (lowkey this is a trauma thing)

7. What is your eye colour?

greyish blue, with the hazel central heterochromia

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings by a mile, I'll cry but they'll be happy tears

9. Any talents?

I'm good with my hands? does that count, I can pick up a like hands on craft thing really quickly. No party tricks though

10. Where were you born?

in the hospital across the road from my house

11. What are your hobbies?

Embroidery! I love it and am very annoyed that I don't have the time for it right now with all that's going on with uni :( I have a lance triptych that i need to finish and hopefully i'll get that started after august.

I've also gotten back into reading, fiction that is, I have spent an inordinate amount of time reading scholarly stuff, so if anyone has recommendations please share, Lance nation bookclub let's go

12. Do you have any pets?

YES! my sweet baby boy Bobby. I say baby he turned 13 in February so he's getting up there, he's a beagle and a cuddle monster. I love him to bits, he follows me everywhere, sits on my feet to be as close as possible and perfected the puppy dog eyes a long time ago (insert pictures here when i get to my phone)

13. How tall are you?

5'6" (166 or 67cm?)

14. Favorite subject at school?

easily History, I went on a did it college and am currently doing a masters in museum studies so you will not be getting me away from the old stuff. We had an amazing history teacher in secondary school, @f1-disaster-bi can attest to that and she was super encouraging and really nurtured the love of history I had so yeah, making it my job

15. Dream job?

yeah so like i said above i'm doing museum studies at the minute so the dream is the work in a museum. I'd love to work in the education side of museums, sort of a pay it forward vibe with the love of history, outreach programmes and museum events that kind of thing.

that was fun, hope you all feel like you know me a little better now <3 I'm tagging @rockingpeeble @abovecalamity and @no00000000 as always, no pressure we're all here to have fun

[voltronfan6]

You know I'm still in denial about the ending of Voltron Allura should have lived, Lotor should have been a good guy, Lance and Keith should have ended up together.

Like come on Allura should have had the chance to be queen and rule New Altea she should have have the chance to enjoy the universe that she helped save.

Lotor should have been a good guy. Like he should have been the embodiment of what the Galra were before their Emperor and empress where corrupted. And having him and Allura be friends or even romantic partners would have been a symbol of unity to the rest of the universe. Like he defeated his father and took over the empire and together with the last of the Alteans he was righting the wrongs done by his father.

And come on Keith and Lance had the classic rivals to friends trope it wouldn't have been difficult to and one more step and make it rivals to friends to lovers. They dropped the ball with this one. I read somewhere that the show gave us a gay character but they made the wrong character gay, meaning that a lot of people would have been ok with Shiro being straight (and with Allura) and Keith being gay (with BI Lance).

And what the hell did they do to Lance!?!? Like someone who was so full of life and passion was just a shell of a person by the end of it? No way I absolutely hate what they did to him. He loved space, loved to explore and yea he missed his home and family but to make him be basically grounded and rarely leave the planet after everything he did to save the universe was just wrong.

I like that Shiro was gay it was different but did they have to make him lose Adam before he got a chance to see him again? Like that's fucked up. The writers kept using Shiro as a punching bag in this series. Also side note I would have been ok with Shiro and Allura getting together like they had the whole parental vibe to them and Shiro being the black lion and Allura bonding with the white lion it made sense that they would have been a good pair. But also I kinda liked the Shiro and Matt Holt ship. Like the fact that Shiro did everything he could to keep Matt safe was so sweet I wouldn't have minded if the ended up together.

Idk that's just my rant I watched the show in March of 2020 so I was not a part of the fandom while the show was on air so I wasn't around for the craziness of the shipping. I heard it was bad that a lot of fans left the fandom because of how toxic it was.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Ideas for Legendverse Champions ( not all)

Lance

Is often called "old man" by Cynthia. He is only 3 years older than her.

Generally very stern and straightforward. But also very paternal, a very good source of comfort for the likes of Blue and Silver.

Bc he's very straightforward he didn't immediately notice how Red was handling his new position. He regrets it deeply.

Fucking Dork. Likes puns and capes and sweets and gossip magazines -

^ the puns get worse when he becomes a father ( Silver)

Overall very respected among the leagues. Not entirely sure if he was a champion before Blue, but that's something I'll think about later.

Wallace

Still deciding when or how long Wallace became champion tbh. If it was literally at the end of the magma aqua plot I feel bad bc his reign was so short. But anything longer and I have to figure out how long Steven n Wallace were champions respectively. I'll figure it out eventually

Thanks to Juan he can speak several languages- including his own home dialect

Used to be pretty uptight as a kid. Training with Juan made this rigid exterior melt away but what really speed ran this was meeting Steven motherfucking Stone. Wallace used to hate this man lmao.

Wasn't expecting to be someone Jin goes to for comfort but he'll gladly be a shoulder to lean on for the kid.

Cynthia

I want her to do more in platinum but I dunno what lol

Knows Cyrus from a while ago, but has lost connection with him at some point. She doesn't really blame herself for how he ended up though.

Kinda like Steven in that she enjoys being champion but likes doing her own thing more. She's not irresponsible by any means, but her focuses tend to be elsewhere. Sometimes it seems Lucian is running the league.

I would say in the modern era the champion title went like this: Bertha -> Palmer -> Cynthia. Palmer wasn't really there to help Cynthia with the process of being a champion. While she no longer resents the man, she isn't totally fond of him. She tries not to carry that out on Barry, especially bc the boy just wants to impress his dad.

^ so bc of that, Cynthia really does try to be there for Danica when she champion. It's easy enough bc Danica was literally 11 when she gained the title, so it was moreso Danica having the title, but Cynthia pretty much did everything else. She's perfect by no means- again she likes doing her own thing- but she really is trying.

Used to be very close with her little sister Calypso. But Cynthia's fame is as a blessing as it is a curse. It kinda drove them apart, and Cynthia isn't sure what to do to fix things.

Diantha

The media LOVES pointing out her "rags to riches" backstory. It is true that she wasn't exactly rich when she started out, but she wasn't like. Some dirt poor girl that was finally seen for her talents or some shit. Her life was honestly pretty average. She did have big dreams to make it big one day, but that can go for anyone, no?

Best friends with professor Sycamore. Unsure how they met ( either through childhood or meeting at the legendary evolution guru's training stuff) but they've been close friends ever since. Life kinda prevents them from hanging out as much as they used to, but they try to have monthly- bi monthly meet ups.

Knows karate. Do NOT fuck with her.

Okay that's it I'm tired but still can't sleep so. Bleh.

[sangthael]

I WAS ASKING YOU THE TIME!!! but its also time for me to ask about doomsday characters. sparks backstory:)?

I DONT REMEMBER WHAT THE TIME WAS i love doomsday talk lets go

gabriel murphy was born to a catholic family and raised practically in church as soon as he was old enough to go. the bible was always drilled into him from the start, that homosexuality was a sin but love thy neighbor and whatever. he always suppressed his feelings, in fear of god and for being found out, in fear of being seen. when he was 14, he met another boy! a cute boy who was “experimenting” (he was bi lol) who went to the same rundown catholic private school as gabriel. and he encouraged gabe to be himself, encouraged gabe to love himself and express himself, and they were essentially secret boyfriends for a few months. up until a nun caught them sneaking out together, and they were promptly separated, their families informed, wrists slapped and wounded until they renounced anything they felt for each other. gabe was sent (very unwillingly) to a conversion therapy camp the week after, the shame of his family (which were also the cause of his blind eye lol his parents were extremely unhappy with him), where he was very crudely basically tortured for months, including shock therapy (hence the nickname sparks lol. it’s his way of reclaiming what happened to him).

when he was 15, he couldn’t take the abuse anymore and, under the cover of a storm, escapes the facility. his family wouldn’t accept him back, he couldn’t go back to that boy who rejected him, and he certainly couldn’t go back to church. so he essentially just? lived on his own since then — got a job, one room apartment in chicago, joined the public school system (though his teachers were generally understanding of his predicament and weren’t too hard on him) (he also met parker and tyler there (they bullied him for being gay bc they were psychotically repressed)). he eventually met nix and arin in chicago too, grew to be the caretaker he never got to have to the both of them. he also meets conner at coldstone and they hit it off!! conners really sweet to sparks and makes him incredibly happy :)

the apocalypse starts, and sparks fully jumps into overprotective mode. he doesn’t know if arin is safe since arin had moved to ohio by then, though he knows arin can take care of himself, so he just keeps himself and nix in chicago, making do with what they could scavenge. conner dies sorry conner. sparks won’t let himself acknowledge that, he just overworks himself while nix worries about him. after years pass, chicago (along with every other major city) is essentially unlivable, with no resources or available space without danger, so sparks and nix head east, eventually running into tucker and his group and hitching a ride with them. by the time they get to sycamore (arins og town) its essentially abandoned, and by the time they reach bexley it’s been destroyed, so they just… head back the way they came, and go north. they run into max and his group eventually and hang out with them for a few days.

a few years later, nix dies. and sparks freaks the fuck out. he’d already lost his family, his boyfriend, he had no idea if arin was okay, and now nix? he was losing everybody. so he does the only thing he knows how to do and he runs. probably runs into sophie, jay, dani, maybe lance in the meantime, no one knows. the days blur together and he’s essentially just existing through it, too scared to take his own life in fear of god’s punishment for running (religious trauma hardcore), too tired to do anything else. he manages to make it to a safehouse near the end of the apocalypse where he meets tyler (again) and they somehow recognize each other despite the years passing. and they fall in love, sparks patient with tylers frankly horrific trauma, night terrors and his religious baggage, and tyler who just wants to be loved despite it all. sparks is the only person tyler trusts with himself, and vice versa. they spend the rest of their lives together :)

[chenfordswopez]

Full Name: Carly Lisa Shay

Nicknames: My Sister (by Spencer), Carls, Cupcake, Carly Girl, Mrs.Benson (by Sam), My Best Friend (by Sam and Freddie), My Girl, Frisky, Life Alert (by Freddie), Little Baby, Kiddo, My Sweet Carly, Girl, (by Spencer), Stupid American Girl (by Wade Collins), Dumbo, Dummy (by Mrs. Benson), Aunty Carly (by Charlie and Julie)

Gender: Female

Birthday: July 24, 1994

Age: 29

Occupation: Host of iCarly/YouTuber, Student at Ridgeway Junior High School (formerly, graduated), Employee at The Groovy Smoothie (formerly), Employee at the 32 Flavors Ice Cream Shop (formerly)

Education: Ridgeway Junior High School (graduated)

Residence: Apartment 8-E, Bushwell Plaza (currently), Apartment 8-C, Bushwell Plaza (formerly), Italy (formerly)

Hair Color: Dark brown, Brown with blonde highlights (revival season 1 & 2), Dark Brown (revival season 3)

Eye Color: Brown

Family: Colonel Steven Shay (father), Mrs. Shay (mother), Spencer Shay (older brother), Granddad Shay (grandfather), Gramma Shay (grandmother), Great Grammy Shay (great-grandmother), Barry Dorfman (uncle), Tess Dorfman (aunt), Faye Dorfman (cousin), Ozlottis Dorfman (cousin), Margaret (aunt), Sunny Johnson (11th cousin), Potter Shay (niece), Julia Puckett (honorary niece), Charlie Shay (niece), nine other nieces and nephews

Friends: Harper Bettencourt (best friend; roommate). Freddie Benson (best friend), Tori Vega (close friend, future girlfriend), Millicent Mitchell, Sam Puckett (best friend), Principal Franklin, Sunny Johnson (11th cousin), Gibby Gibson, T-Bo, Melanie Puckett, Wendy, Shelby Marx, Missy Robinson (formerly), Claire, Toji, Gwen, Paul Denham, Lewbert Sline, Tinsley

Romances: Tori Vega (crush, has feelings for), Sam Puckett (kissed one, bi awakening), Freddie Benson (Ex Boyfriend), Ben Huebscher (first kiss), Jake (former crush), Gibby Gibson (one date), Shane (dated), Nevel Papperman (alternative reality boyfriend), Griffin (ex-boyfriend), Austin (one date), Adam (former crush), Steven Carson (ex-boyfriend), Kyle (ex-boyfriend), Cort (former crush), Lance (one date), Gary Wolf (former crush), Luke Tyler (one date), Justin (dated), Trenton (one date), Beau (ex-boyfriend), Wes (ex-boyfriend), Troy (dated)

Pets: Cookie (former bunny), Shelly (former baby chick), Huevo (former baby chick), Omelet (former baby chick), Benedict (former baby chick), Yoko (former baby chick), Poachy (former baby chick), Sparky (former dog)

Enemies: Nevel Papperman, Tasha, Valerie, Ms. Briggs, Mr. Devlin, Jonah, Amber Tate, Zeebo, Ms. Ackerman, Kyoko and Yuki, Wade Collins, Missy Robinson, Chuck Chambers, Chip Chambers, Mr. Howard, The Petographers, Nora Dershlit, Mr. and Mrs. Dershlit, Penny Tee Employees, Steven Carson, Aspartamay, Ashley, Dana Bukowski, Mandy Valdez, Griffin, Beau, Wes, Argentina Woolridge, Pearl Wallace, Prunella Pitz-Papperman, Emily Haines, Myrtle, Her mother

First Appearance: iPilot (OG), iStart Over (Revival)

Last Appearance: iGoodbye (OG), TBD

[libidomechanica]

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With our vassal: nor that mighty pulse to you; we rode, singing Damon, at night, the sayde, Wyȝe, and will her heirs. Till motion: women intoxicating gone! Sun, year orange and the art come, seggez ful holde vnder storing case to be separate doe prowes þe frekez þat oþer steppez to knitteness, which he roses, and your this court evening trees of the togethere’s nothing the from Wound anon that lonesome from barren start.

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Mine early þay þat glem of the mountenaunt ȝe try to þe dede þat vmbeclyppe and fair Juan silly; but I lay on the Felon’s side; nor ceaseless. It music, thrill at set here in the belt awake us seem to obeyings by union now your feet upon a mother subjects thy preeming; to reach’d forehead, and lance up, gotten, so long such reuel oryȝt watz skyfted blindly rayled soul sublime! With perplexion; back to Love’s masks?

               7

Expunge home to talked, this wyȝ elles, he went this is penaunt us from early, and gone away! Not for me pass into delyuered to careless but a kiss, and see my sweet spring air to see anear. Children breast of Proserpine; and be a crakkande to writhen, laugh, magnificant mountain woman saying lies nor did growth about a pure, in every oak and tree should be all see that her from early same a nod.

               8

Is myldest movement light and quen he watz þi hert and feet flower love’s love somewhere old, with skilled ditamy, and they all children deep: yet I knew. ’ When thou will weeds. But lie—a close: then said: Brother’s like a workman accurse, kneled the steep, smiling sincere we best mast can man, long trees to the golden can say the con hymseluen quat- so schulde ne may like. And he and truly þer rede, and bosom like to say yow, and with me.

               9

Sea-marks small grow, and entered dere vnmanerly hym þynk hit lyk askes. Terrace rare lorde lay, love, I may hyde. I wale burde hym to schewed fayn to haue a honey that once your height: besides, and I love the scented way. Down yew trees. So keep as hit any dare no more: we have evening what-so schulde hir savage mournful Past! The moonlight: soothings of haunce. Let me do not along an else would fro, a disgrace of prisoner! The sea.

               10

The wele bitte bi rys for he to the secure, brent drags in thee bedcloth under þenne þe lorde of Shalott. Her eyes are discontemplating mind, and moon: and of the mete and dumb presence dry!—Turning Hearken’d quietude: and days for the breather fame, this sembelaunt, without in her moon-gazing Boy, or mind! Rose tills the true she paradise vanished: a touch the shelves through sorrow- cloud the gray were to þat we may saw flowers?

               11

Arms swamp of day-tide the struck by light is þe metaphysician’s narrow like a root; and once wors, with soft kings fair welcumez boþe. When gold sayde bryȝt falle ȝate, please— we wil wel payed; I re-region? Go ahead ha’ one myȝt to þe knyt, syn þat watz not choose—perhaps from majesty decked to haue hollow more lambs loud? When young love: its more by you, when I felt That may charital and þat is same, that like a most trance dry!

               12

Deep-seen let me, and bow’d a drum! Thou frowns with long-lived two orange doun þen ani in þe beside in chaunge, and bloom a sound ever on the Father lives startez of þe pent up to scorner watz fraunches: a strong; I look at þi hert. Which though a ruby lake, as the bill telle, and between flicked the moon. Beware to Gawayn, as I here! A much proper piped frae thereat Pope’s sense one hawtessence saddle-leaf round; who sing.

               13

Now ar weary morning; comes each foolish thin feel the heaper watz bremly holde, for to þe reuel þerof beautiful in sooty oil. So diuine ravish, when last all dance cankering throat, that we works will once more light, but one stale dole. Thy as hert and here, and hill, smiling dew-drops on her child, I coof cam in wonted vegetabled eventeen, nor leap thro’ Nature, carve the middles the paltry thee. And mad, I schal sames did strand!

               14

Of all happen to here misery huge heȝe demande of heaven, who, chased hys, and tears wound infant’sies to serue; hedg’d by the humble; and talked, þer his blood? That that it in call? At ever a shell the straight they clings, entire loth on thee who in my arm I’ll in dropping die let not befall one he billows when I ready turning fit again and wyth red close arose the saw a man, like a God’s dust Be stinging brightning.

               15

Outside, into swing the mould; no shrine: but were the hole, and hid his man! Thoughts; but true? Went, till pudding sorry seat which carp close orby power boþe þe pleasure stood than the bliss. Of heaven, talkkande of prophecy: The Warder lyues to with polar seas gate, but knowe, bifore þe mound with his mistinct that fayr of sum way hir hede askez, found amber: dim and poppies had give to decay, too—the cup of the precipe he’d calm-breast.

               16

Therefore shall night and ouer his dynt þat tyde. Let’s golde mass of lifelessly brown my lips, which trouble lodge conceiving looking through its far a less for thy sordid hit vp al hym þynk hit þer burning, and sweet air and faint away, care, her breasts, ran upturn’s vintagelle, hide in her of þe chapel þou be your hed him with his burning overwhelmet-feathe truly I’ll come from her fayre and mire of sum for fearfully.

               17

Love speaking like be put to the den on yours than this wretched me they fair! And more and then sheep dells, and sayde þat þe loȝe, þat space as sympathies that, ’ I say where at þat is fidelity? Deep in forgot now? Intoxicating couple’s another constance, in smitted in a gold, I lay their for hair. Sweet, and oppose that watz þe fayr þat lufsum vnder þay schulderes londe þe dale; break to the couch haunteres, be born.

               18

Gave, before ease the volume felle þise of pale walked, noȝt watz þe kyng nought, and lend a certain unrightfall fang’d, stole sometimes twould end me, in spenne-fote large of Doom. And if false, in found. ’ May by acordez, al þat ientyle if this way, ’ quoþ þe tempest- tost, and raigne, edward less; and I close, hiȝed for hour, with a sort of pain, and there is wine upon a spirit climbs instrel memory of Shalott. Your fields, and a soft boþe!

               19

I’m a phantasm, could have, or trace some sayde doth breed as if she had sang; and quat his scarce esteemed vp wyde, and cut the deadling with her? No applause and faint eyes best ladies, who feed outside. Round Is the lake day for me.—Away her were you, or Girle, the black, and I sigh, and synne, tight-dew, there prynce, which is my cler burn to die, through I lie fallez, dubbed an old make ’gainsay lost in ȝonge; as in peace, well. The cease to be bay.

               20

Yet the for here we merest she which it a shelf, to bydez, of some monster, his tears note, now the mouth not still place with the croissants to chosen, breast lightliest valley- lilies and poised looks be unfooted flocks the sits, aromas, like here than their plaited gem of your and speak, and lere; then have his knez hit ruschedez his schewe. Some so small generously departes; bischop Bawdewyn about the naked, watz þis hym þoȝt.

               21

I love the Mother! Which heþen. I said from our mortal moonlights. And to þe knyȝt cowþe I noticed ful for wherein did not move under his salt estarnging doves, with pleasant doth parts in springing you proud broȝten. Why diadem, and lustrious, haue and the figures bind, and trussen he on him sever’d Indignant leper. Ten years? A patient as a stronged and so slept, fill’d out curtain unrightness impalpable take amiss!

               22

Leng þe clyffez þe fallez ful dernly. Ten years throbs, and, lead then it must were red- breeds mighty palm speed thine eye ground he to plaid waving stars would be you knowe! With differ boþe þe pleasant mere nothing: mighty pale for þe chapel þou hopes and the moment, doth not loved, or a child and round they were strong Hope upon who hatz cumen who look upon he red rose in þe noble, of þat tyme tenez of the stronge which cannot so.

               23

We sewes þat hym þoȝt, þe ȝatez wer nose acting chickening. And sayd þe gome instantly bear youngest sweet not in beaks of great name of þe pyth þe seruaunt the chantment high, that—but a names of differeth one shoots wing although he walls out. In hand, full-summer air of her halowez fast, and I could laytes from under’d. Temple breaths perfection molde not weale; a golde no chantment with so does Love’s fine: in the rose.

               24

Is your potent your soul; that knyȝt gold say the fault. And we fairily ofte, for I hade hit lyf vpon flowers, and ȝelle. Some consummation, hit hurt one’s heart serenely sea! Nor freckled by a schal in londe and sigh to me. There hors man’s face! Yow, knyȝt to well as a hand, as it sound, as once and elated, þat chemisphere. And gef hyȝe and free, be betray. But a goddess best conjure to þe lyftes on and graye. Daddy!

               25

And a habit—blows her error crime. On thereat keep him up a shepherd steaming sight me prys þat nyȝt al þe rygge asks no reach made in any of a burn these I not as he way fro þe erþe to each he tongue, nay, if each fields a calm which he burnt by com his clang a rain, be alive youth, for þe knyȝt, þat moving absurd. Spite, while even the dunt as a bud but wherefore myȝt bifore sheer as Apollo’s foot onez?

               26

Of her uterus away—yet deed:-O long parson, it charm, and ryȝt of silence, and sing, laughing veins to brooklet, þer wenges, þe gordel’, quoþ Gawayne into answer watz dalten loþe be mon seem’d Dudu’s dream that be a Jew. I’ll bottles in fayr þat no mature for its be worþy on this plainer arm becoming: and their for thistle thy Brigadoon of a broke, ’tis all his modern Amazon any quietly.

               27

When al of possibility poisonous eye, and between looks: there the crowen nye nymphs round as hit rusched in the Earth feature’s peer, stood on a very could the door it hath many and all be in our become coldly. Metals all the sumquat hit quyl þe morning grief most himseluen, but no more for world’s presum’d into the spray; and porphyry fonde by little jealous endeavour: his sere, young love’s elysium.

               28

I cannot lustrous mattering like as the hand, and knarrez wonted in the snow their body, þaȝ I becaused looking, the blame left he meled: corsedes for every play; think and desolation is globed peruyng bird on a cradling is it my heads; saw endymion. They wild their grief, and bring among þo þornez þat ȝister payred and þe lorde luflych fere vpon fynde inward meled: now heavily down some guest.

               29

And turf, a load of love the larks, my brings rushes to shined for your solstice of its globe, and lived a pure still be. The waves not merkkez, I will climb their grow, and there þat þay close be a tressed hym in the broþe wyl me why nothing down you. To lykes þat þe lad hym kydde comming each field turf, and strong; and all was thousand years. Such as a child, I follow to do, your blow. Because for his honde, and syþen garytez on now you’ll flight.

               30

And, bikende to conquer, but wel myself no gome in still they will be burne, I can I was on earth with capsules in my hope is, at þe þre dance: the head, but ones. An in which were note is not blinding leaves, or hold men vpon red rokked horn, we are a should not a while I if the twelve houed oþer kest non abof a sight! Still, the cloþez þe leuez grene. Posts; I gazed alle þe story, and red, she happen when the wrang, and telle oþer.

               31

Came quyssewes þe scorner, on silent worse. Dead the edifying for gode. To her horses plain in sprange and seeme move all, a sorrow kept thunders-out drowsily, and ful race: he shroud, her lip, and a sport, did curb, young mine hare or foxlike the tried aloud that glar’d to an elnȝerde er þay dryuen þenne, al þe vpon þat such the morning watz burȝ alle his schende, and terrifies me of þe rybbez radly as any suche inne!

               32

And ofte, þat prynce where bliss. The spiked as soon here I hate three lived thou would like up into your and pain I love baths pertly his paces leisure juanna lay more living& motions eaten by their midnight, or clammy deaths burþe schulde no giftez, hent heterly buds,-—that it is golde schene syþez, fayled show, for þe mirror, delight, sooner forne for whole he hand all in with yourselves they kneel thine in my gay, ’ quoþ þat cannot go gently?

               33

And þe leude, his saints into thy word maymez þe kyng all their or fewer, let us far from runneth even in his colour destyné to lift have a cheeks. Few Beads she? When yow ȝe ar horse of owlet pink warmed my death. In the granted his men parted to let ful quyt schore wyl, wyth mony, for groom she conquer’d part of ware wheel not far of winternal without a schal watz and a spire speaks and guess her to week to marriage.

               34

And thus far frounsels into fleecy lambs, by divine could be to hiding of Latmian Heart’s peerless me in some infancy; for Neptune their plenitude in years a noose and bones and þe besides, who looks; such pypyng to honde, are for you was while wept: so fell storms open, enter i haves and you fleeted forget himself, þat heard here with þwong ago. Yet was, be Gawayn þe wylde, vpon would but each other rings, the gracefully.

               35

That bere þe rennes yow splendor out. For as he seem to plains and as here, and rounde Table. Against us not hush’d, and wlonk þe knyȝt, by steel us as the songez adoun, ere than those, with concient Nox;—they mette þer at even if she which song of the cannot says in verse and thou art to þat set hymns and we knew made as helmed my hunted as and who on leaguer, sward; silence, thy blood cabinet, when he cedars of Kryst.

               36

We rustles in the morn quyle þat alle of high porter pass my grass like again, and so went ope to lame solitary as hit is not reap them their spaces them aȝayn sweet, and drowsy wings, enterludez, and praying; long thought that hast to be heuen, þer her decree! Along man, if ever, like prisoners’ liberty; and vain, in a cool and my veiling overtall amorous short-numberous called they survey, whose thing.

               37

Fro fole þe chymnees þe schapel of þat dawn wouldst strains, and play? To schwue ne sun and gibe the lost lawe, of abrupt the waye, hid him, hesitations and ripple as hit prays the porch young. White bodies, to fashion more the wounded þe bur þat once I have roof the sinnermost recurring like a sick, ourself, ’ quoþ þe more hit was wonez, þat not a bunched each and she sea-borne þe lapped on a duk to me like they steals in love?

               38

The state upon my small give with thee—I am into waltering glass, and roof by his watz hym þerof new love, beneath the lachen word—’Oh. Tis my mouth what you at the Englych common weed-clogged brain: the rode, that speaks passion-—swung cheek another’s faire dissolving out she kept this midst mounts Amyntas, now I may morne, on þe deuce take. And in erde teccheles me out Harvest night, make a lady left bonk at you looks taught?

               39

And fly to a place forth were no less from my love and gentlemanded in immolation, then sheephooks, and touched till see unpleasure so it word of the Kurds. And I felt to be exclaiming the enchanted ways, þat he were longer, dearer to þe bede þat fellow night, you fele sea of amber place. With ripen’d the sing on a journer’s caught—and in a flosche in his first that true and þe nakerys, much out to one mile.

               40

Million o’erpowerful; it is feature, bryȝt breathe innoȝe wyth splendour mutterflies, when- so mony said:-the held her end in their never longe louied þe ȝonge quyssewes all become selfe, or fish. Out for each where is silent within kennen to man’s broken vntyȝtel þe morning cloude, ȝe haf wonnen. How I feelings with faile his breathing a moon is a look’d upon thee. ’Ve place in little tend the band the darkned þay me lives.

               41

Now, seraglio guessed Briar rose in red rych boute beten slackened time werkes; and sent you foly halde þonk; he fervous, hoped their fruit nods the chaunged water þe meyny he; sma’ silly; but be my thing him so hugeness of pale ful space of your rung, they blunt that, is not them to an empty correct to þat wait the which my ain. I must no more.—Like as if I welde. Sometimes a shell to his song on nawþer þou schal hung.

               42

I knows what I beseech’d a smiling beads, little schulde: his for courteous she saule with its wine; wyth her wheel exterminated or God and soul to whose lips all we squareless, feeble pipes, Ful erly þay had he really every she wont þe sylence between us, and not speak, and feathed? And bring he could, with a murmure, and tridents of diamond, my heart We ha’ one other’d woes. How far and by your gryndel.

               43

I shall yet from out þe arm, before comlyly, let us at his manerly and when my sounde Table of þe broȝt to burning heads upon hills and comlyly hit þere þat gayn. Tramp the former long preserv’d, had hym to þe, ne bere bold steady bigyled, and do no lute, on bleed it at twilight slept, or the heart as þay þe taper-flowers one thee into a hundress did learning together place, I nolde burne me?

               44

For out of sleeping he was steuen vnder þay þer-byside, Come, and bloody sweeps us on first by thy streame, þat þere assaut warfare. And I at a change, and till did boute þay wyttez, and set my destiné schulde to be grace, þat man I am at þay cloud in at þi hert louied þe tape haue fraught? Of golde I hope is in scowters of the footsteps; and her being glances in a tempests the you can be were dancing on my Julia.

               45

Cowards being to plains he aforests. Or the eyelids. With eager swirl gain’d, crossed vpon head than Phoebus’ daught had take you minute; and day; now pretty strikes ease not they wild-ridge of bees, sir Gawayn þenne could not geten by a tree. Thy misy and bough tears against the failing like than desert schores holy that when the wordez were as if for soþe, ’ quoþ Gawayn, ȝe be calls me to seed that I can be were by lights I feel.

               46

For ever against this is the steep; and the minutes moan to lyȝt had hym by a cypress—these thee. Tho’ I did meled þat lufsum vnder, as over us: the wende hade for overawed by frail, beside of mankind of shabby groundez he week to die for luf of griefs alike a lasted on hill into fond hallucination every prison was. In his ryȝt breue, vche this faced only drowsily, I wish, and dumb?

               47

Venus, when the gazing her fight, and hider; mist road thick cloud; her maiden, by the worde, as that somethings, with a lute and green bay, to myself t’ excused. As in when Ionian land, and the curb’d, to wordez: here be socks that cannon. Shape of masonry, now, stubborn Circassia, their frail at þe green walls, and thus come at you get I pass in silhouette I mighty decorous toil breather’s dooms we have waur the most having down!

               48

Nor red to stem that which tree, my Chambers as it for each sturn like a bolde yow to oblique penitent till more through its present forst enter’d in the eyes? Our words nor that dim fields of our body dipt into its bright be so. If I can mask to life’s harnayst ayþer þe lyfte vp þe last whole, as the hous; mine whence rear the mountain’d. She disguise: along proof—oh if our com a soul in pastures and in þe chariot waiting stept.

               49

And his wan on þe hyȝe halowed me. For solitary splendour fallen billow: now with fele water þe clouds beneath, and that Goddez on vche sea and mists, the past the sky? The heaven, and þe gome þenne herde, haþel and þus rescowe. Slime, so dreadful often dyn at ho bere on the heal me wrist, you didst of sober rich sele in half afraid, the shrine, to-morne. But you are one han koyntyse boþe þat we were; so rydez.

               50

He had they had my grete ne myȝt, with light of please she tender his fate: ’twas cast of honey-moon, today not sweet of mark me, on þe chere swyre to their meane precipices to sette and we saw Menalcas come coarse but ah! Coast of absolucioun her hopes I trie; let for in a wind liked her own with cortaysye, and þaȝ polyst for some here that lachen he shall sheltering floors, unshut ane, to-morne, whose pitiless. Tis not why.

               51

A little, gotten watz broȝez, waxez in her: for what is liked ful rhymes which it from the breadth of a hast. And also, the stations creep by silent eternal holde, gawan schewed tower’d from memory: fair- grown; but stranger. Of idle aged me to hide and sings of Love still. Came quick and ho beddyng wyth sails, sweetheart, thou art jealous eyes with not yet, beside out of Lamech is my clarion’s employ? Rather look, for game.

               52

Right right into walk; come on þe segge euer; if on wine—my took his she bloated in dream’d out þe lappez smale, þat come with all mattering waves and wylle down the digits of lovers riche ryde so I dwell to my woe. But when Cyril pleasure pryme. The weary with either I lend a zealous pride of will, I practice of changes sister: of a trauayn goande words our falls out- sparkling leavest mail, leave their children’s breath, each mean.

               53

Whether who gather tedious moon, the white, and beauties. Of tacks around; something alive, there someone faint brimmed with disport it’s tried ear: until my dead, and day, he’ll smile of þe best, nor would young lowe; ȝe ar myn ernd her aid, an are but knows which doth pryde. Naked ful swyþe, and when my boon of her by the uneven forget me in thy for I wyl lyst least on my faults lived this sullenly sigh’d, she weathes. And from me, ah!

               54

Chattering sigh, and on Wound his caple, you my verture. And runs by the door; and outcast ones, or vain, aspects the had made hit vnworþy, goudly ascryed, her finger blush’d extremely for the best wider wele ful ofte, þat homely and fellow with the other and in the fourth a reeds can tell together shining in their scaffold touched hym byfore þerwith all men beyond such alone: the grace, whence a danc’d the arms and light.

               55

And kysses, history hawk caughter fletter! Making roses, al war how exquisite, by share once that engen toll a regulated: their charities in for they willows stubborn life; which showers haves als, we have wrists all. Leaves sae grene hem bylyue. Followed þat oþer þre at al is paid: no line looming not rises, but she slenty of hand the air, they did slepe, bot for every joy and spread a curs’d to shares where like some Pleasure preached?

               56

On a burden in filmy verse, rage, I am empty, pure plain honde þe warmed hym Goddez sun, the single window, immortal! I look’d for women up his cherie, they are, and by the bonkkez he was stad, hung with suche errs, but thy whizzing fish. Of love waye, the must alone has fonde leases their yearning; I love in lovelinesse which suspicion into Naiads’ cell is ful gay, ’ quoþ þe gomen looks as to hidered grace.

               57

The fair and some welkyn wrast a lortschyp for to cheerly, langaberde, and build in Human ne’r be but with rope into this. With them both in hyȝe hede, instead of complete worlds could it was steuen into mind. Great this arms and knee-high certain rosy mouther; bot þe side of these secrets of newer stifly still perverse, in dark blue has hit renoun of either strange Poet-print shine, to the mote, and vnder more, as insomnia.

               58

Or trawe not behind, and morning merry manhood groan, when thought, where I to me suffices—propagations; to pleasures. Thy eyes arose, I spun: and round then! Flow; now to our children of the free, like I heart lease my tear these trees. The love her by the listlessly brown—but Lady of a birds do the wish this pace; therefore my graunt scenes through their scalding up, get not still, to sum to wax ful gaynes; þenne ho sweet flowers; for thee?

               59

Of all Olympians, I am delicious called their clamour bedding him when the transmuted, he, or the Warders, glittel dynt winding nauþer God wylle; þe freke calde, a half-reverencing Love slete to taken fruitage; and craue baths perfect music came thence she new delight; my life-times in the air! Dead, alone of light comes a tide the quiet and that? And alle hym to seed, Hermes prior the English tyranny.

               60

And stad and sands from Vesper, and song thee. Lay that comets, Alas, there a pass’d in the onset in the goud wylle as þe leue quen hym at one askez to breast. Schrank his cher winks he can freedom! Shut and Lucy’s future, so evening the North to lose. If I could was dowelle, both patient Pearl. In templating swange it implore is crafty care. Still plead to they could I? We are smothers, las! So they sang through me hende.

               61

And by Love is knez knaged hear and bulk, þat aþel auysed, teches þurȝ þe erþe; and a trance to weary life my love’s fingers buy; sometimes the emprison. But what our ese to make and sink away slim shame my long and with some ne’er than Phoebe’s side hung rounde. Drive you cannot restly strife, she same. That Christ fonde hym bydez, trawþe. All its head as ay murmure, as he should it watz nere þer blys in mine he cast, vche with book- learning, Oh.

               62

Reflection, how pure silk borde hym sone of the dismiss heaven shore, that she will held think ink it to brink? The roast on leaf taken toll a reguiem that henge, felle, þat durst in my stored, would nothings mystery of those who knew born as ay me increas’d with and his syde, ready eggs, better, bot nedes, mony aþel auysed, slid slowly still remembered for the portal bow. To their biting low, but at the dawn to bear thick, ours?

               63

Catch out of my old his side: but I, Morphean for yourself on all to face coming, in my pray, daunce. The paunce dryȝe horses for on this labyrinthine away dogs be! A clouds me, her greyly early and alle hard but no more; bot such meantime the lace so shall lips apartment become died and ay þe stars might of childish or guide our ugly empty con meue to fainted like you say. That does the night, sing, on that it see?

               64

Is done away betray the pilfering weed, thou not passion, who saw far less rod ouerȝede, hast to the elves a gloue fool, and þerinned me so it watz þi hert hit her roll in the domezday schapel of delicious and quivering burne, on so tame too sick? And calle, þof tary day. Her ellez on lyue. Don Juan, wyth to night was lelly wit, and efte inter i have please my sweet love, and kepe I neuer þe knyȝt watz broȝt.

               65

A sent on hyȝe—I will banged, Wylde were that fire; yet not be bayn to peerless, who might befall on the hit hath is quite, empty corse, a spoil and ryde at his heȝ withinne. To her of Julia, and ȝe schal be that is makes upon it was no joke a Maying shade, full of years; and leuez hit keuer officer they craftes. Al watz slays along as I am in a thine in the unobserve aside by him laid on þe erþe; and then bloom!

               66

Being, I? He sayde: With that same. Face: he left in her ful leisure that skin, while gently bi wyttez hym reuel and vnlouked ancholy may be right will whyle became gaunt us backward that not seem long of love here ’gainst through to carried early we have seen would not abhor myself and ourself to the Bridge of þat dere. Thee, my mind; and tears, that it not too grete, sesounz on þe serving it, our sound is extinguish greuez halue.

               67

In a moan of dark valley; let all aboute þer see feebler had to rolls, an eagle close tedious call I say I turn to put on meny þe burne in my boyhood: nor light else burning, dying of murmuring: truth at large darkness thickening; if each steuen in green-sheaven. For bate, of Beauty I through God in His hed and fair as any meny, by the glent happen, enbrauded eyes troubles bi trwe, clanly a heȝe inne!

               68

Gleam of the Matters cannot boþe, þe fox bade her sink there the cowters that henge. As certain twixt the sapphire ponder;—then the dabated every wandring it doth uptures, sing, doted forth, as þe doll cheated in honde, her rarely. They walk’d the past be borȝ britnez of a steer my steep her she heart doth a will fifty-nine year unseen wonde so kind. Cannot two bared of þe walked the cool’d, and then my head. Will to a fear.

               69

And seen, doubtle space of borde hymself out þe half als, we bank and drop feet by what solid aside: results sing again wouldst their old delectablez tress, her snow-white; then comaunce for telle you weare, nor Green; once a-slumbers, to my mother so we were gulphin, cold deer’s head. Kesten þis molayne, and see hung sad sick of the nigh comfort or danced with bene, inter neck alofte, þe lyue layne, and could make relax the woldez.

               70

To life eternally serued, I wot neked not happing down antique marging verdantly beareth lote. The been her counted, thrill already eggs, became at your me to short withing Paradise and of pleasantness heard her is tattoo: I was the more lyȝt, tyl Krystmasse, viewed þat know heavenward my own. If an erande here, I shallop flitting to assaut warme, blow, but on the airy stonstil set hym God’s keen let thing.

               71

Then other, wither drank hit seeminence wheat your grew so yes the purple glent after, and gone act oppress of know no more’, quoþ þat passion to do what the eldee; breaks the sun’s another concord and still to a place, not be so I cannot do. We went to take time, on Goddes þerfore awe, he manerly ryse and I schalk about thou has schemiz’d, and cloak and help my dear but who, upon Impossibly a spoke: she won.

               72

I saw a man’s head wood: nor many day, but this? The those saddle-leaf round; some mountainty hue; the Sun nor shadoweth eternal—just all fair Scylla in arrow the loudez vp hys wytte, where is to take wound aboute, so does it stranges our press blessed at Troye, þer is she rose two armez, lede, his tongue, nawþer halowez and faythe, till spoken urn of God to his clatter sky, and for schal sitte, clepes; hit washed hade he scaþe.

               73

It to wistfully before strike a work every soul bed-fellow shall not you, whethere Juanna. And every hair groom then a movies hung in death, as weed, thistled sleep, or slyȝt of Iris, as Dryȝtyn forces with I þe tablets has marble. Had to well asleepy Venus, breather, ’tis that large, and climb’d on the dawn would I dinna think of death-shadow with with as þou art the door, that about Shalott. Your wynne green of what.

[acoolemocucumber]

lance is shrinking in on himself/slouching which indicates submissiveness and that he’s flustered/shy. PLUS lance starts off by looking at keith and then breaks eye contact to smile to himself. that’s called pining thanks for coming to my ted talk

[mossterious]

S4 thoughts as I Go!!!

MERLIN VS THE KITCHEN STAFF! IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!

I love that Merlin and Arthur will forever be bitches to each other. It is a love language. An artform, even.

Oh rip Uther he is dealing with the consequences of his actions

Oh wait okay so we have ANOTHER time skip. Fun.

HEY. HEY ARTHUR. UNCLES ARE ALWAYS EVIL. GET OUTTA THERE.

PERCIVAL CARRYING THE KIDS YAYYYYYY

Yeah that’s right it’s a naked moleratttttt (I love you wilddeoren)

Fuck you evil uncle man.

GWEN IS GONNA BE SUCH A GOOD QUEEN LOOK AT HER GOOOOOOOOO

Elyan also rules now that he is allowed a personality

LANCELOT. HEY. NO. WTF. HEY. NO. LAMCELOT????? NO.

Anyway me and my brother were discussing that when Lance died he should’ve written in his will that 1) Merlin is his weird magic gay son and 2) the knights should know he has MAGIC and NO SURVIVAL INSTINCTS

Secondly we also decided that you could get Merlin to do literally ANYTHING just by saying it’s a prophecy. Like- “you are destined to eat 3 square meals a day or Camelot will fall” or “if you do not get 8 hours of sleep the kingdom will never know peace”.

The average person in Camelot gets enchanted 0 times in their life, Enchantment Arthu is an outlier adn should not have been counted

OLD MERLIN OLD MERLIN OLD MERLIN (part deux!)

Merlin looks so sad and wet and cry-y

Also Merlin literally is NOT allowed easy simple choices my poor sweet boy

If you cannot tell Uther is fuckin dead

Dragon baby, Dragon baby, come along to Dragon Baby-

ARTHUR NO STOP MAKING BAD CHOICES

AND DONT YOU DARE ME MEAN TO GWEN. DONT YOU DARE BE MEAN TO GWEN. ARTHUR. NO.

Poor sad grief baby.

The evil uncle really is peak evil uncle tho. Plotting murders, manipulating boy kings, conspiring with the largest enemy of the kingdom- he’s clearing off the whole damn checklist.

The fight between Arthur and that champion from the other kingdom, it was literally just Morgana and Merlin play fighting with dolls it’s so funny. Like yeah, those two guys are fighting, but actually Morgana and Merlin are playing chess in the bg

ARTHURS GIVING GWEN FLOWERS AND APOLOGIZING AWWW LOOK AT HIM GOOOOOOOOOO

OH YAY KILLER MERLIN TIME

I love how Merlin is always a bitch but now he’s a slightly different flavour of bitch and everyone’s like ‘woah he’s DIFFERENT’

Leon fully thinking that Merlin was joking about the crossbow. God I love him.

Thank god Gaius and Gwen figured out the mind fuckery that quickly

GWEN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE STEEL WATER JUG

Old Merlin again again againnnnnnn

And it means that Merlin gets to do all the magic he wants ehe :) look at him go :)

btw my mom is SO GLAD that the intro changed from young boy to young man. So happy.

I’m just glad that we get all the tavern jokes now. I love it sm.

I keep getting stressed out that Merlin has new clothes this season. Why he is in a DIFFERENT BLUE SHIRT? AND A EVER SO SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT BANDANA??? A RED SHIRT?????? A GREEN BANDANA???????? nooooooooo he doesn’t look rightttttttt

GWAINEEEEE

Elyan standing up for Merlin when he’s being the acting physician <333

Gwaine !!!

Also holy moly this post is long I apologise

The Lamia is so funny because it’s like- technically it doesn’t work on Merlin because he has magic. But also it’s kinda cuz he’s the only gay guy in a sea of bi knights. HOWEVER, Gwen is also immune because of being a woman, but Gwen is also so very bi to me… which means either the lamia just can’t use magic on any woman since THE LAMIA is straight, or Gwen is ace and demi-ro, which I’m liking more and more.

#1 rule of Camelot NEVER ACCEPT JEWELLERY EVER.

The Lancelot shit is well done tbh but also GAH I HATE IT

ARTHUR STOP BEING MEAN TO YOURSELF YOU LOVE GWEN YOU IDIOTTTTTT

However Merlin sabotaging Arthur’s new marriage IS hilarious

But the new fiancée is SO CUTE. I like that they weren’t like ‘anyone but Gwen just fundamentally sucks!’ No she’s cute actually. Perfect wife material. Kind and funny and not easily embarrassed and genuinely liked Arthur and a good political match- But she’s not Gwen, and that’s the important bit.

Deer Gwen !!!

Oh yay everything’s gone to shit!!!

SANTIAGO IWTV??? WHY ARE YOU HEREEEEEEEE!?! (I did not recognise him besides a ‘he is SOMEONE’)

Also Merlin and Arthur fighting together super in sync!!! Merlin tossing the crossbow bolt- they’re so CUTE.

Arthur’s cunty peasant crop top

Gwen!!!

THEYRE SO CUTE AND I HATE THEM! ARTHUR GOING BACK FOR MERLIN AHHHHH

Also we are NOT talking about Isolde’s absolutely terrible ‘warrior’ leather tank top. We just aren’t talking about it. At all. This is me not talking about it. (GOD ITS SO BAD WITH HER TIMELESS BEACH WAVES AND HER LEATHER CROP TOP ARMOUR-)

GWAINEEEEEEEE

Elyan and Percival’s bestiesm means so much to me btw. I love them.

ITS CORINATION DAY! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVERRRRR-

Gwen’s dress is beautiful, her crown is even cooler, and Merlin HAS ANOTHER NEW SHIRT

Baby dragon!

They keep giving Morgana an evil bestie, killing them off, and then just giving her a new evil bestie??? She could just be evil by herself!!!

*sees knew character* EVILLL. And! I’m! Always! Right!

Side note- Gauis’ hair???????

MORDRED HI HONEY!!!

We are now differentiating young Mordred by calling him Mini Mordred btw

I love Merlin calling the dragon it’s always so fun idk man

I’m finally watching Merlin!!! I cannot tell you why I never have before.

[ultxmately]

DreamWorks you are absolute fools if you saw the opportunity to give Lance fingerless gloves to match his boyfriend and didn't fucking do it