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Unlock Your Flexibility: Best Stretching Exercises

Stretching is a vital component of any fitness regimen, contributing significantly to flexibility, mobility, and overall physical health. Regular stretching can help prevent injuries, reduce muscle soreness, and enhance performance in various physical activities. BLOSS AM, an online school specializing in rhythmic gymnastics, ballet, and fitness, emphasizes the importance of incorporating effective stretching exercises into daily routines. Here, we explore some of the best stretching exercises that can be easily integrated into your fitness plan.

1. Hamstring Stretch

The hamstring stretch is crucial for maintaining flexibility in the back of the thighs. To perform this stretch, sit on the floor with one leg extended straight and the other leg bent with the foot touching the inner thigh of the extended leg. Reach forward towards the toes of the extended leg, keeping the back straight, and hold the position for 20-30 seconds. This stretch helps in relieving tension in the lower back and improving overall leg flexibility.

2. Quadriceps Stretch

The quadriceps stretch targets the front of the thighs. Stand on one leg, holding onto a wall or chair for balance. Bend the other knee and bring the heel towards the buttocks, holding the ankle with your hand. Keep the knees close together and push the hips slightly forward for a deeper stretch. Hold for 20-30 seconds on each leg. This exercise is particularly beneficial for runners and athletes.

3. Shoulder Stretch

For those who spend a lot of time sitting or working at a desk, shoulder stretches are essential. Extend one arm across the body at shoulder height and use the opposite hand to gently press the arm towards the chest. Hold this position for 20-30 seconds on each side. This stretch helps in reducing shoulder tension and improving upper body mobility.

4. Butterfly Stretch

The butterfly stretch is excellent for the inner thighs and hips. Sit on the floor with the soles of the feet pressed together and the knees dropped to the sides. Hold the feet with your hands and gently press the knees towards the floor. Hold this position for 20-30 seconds. This stretch is particularly beneficial for dancers and gymnasts.

5. Cat-Cow Stretch

The cat-cow stretch is a dynamic exercise that promotes flexibility in the spine. Start on your hands and knees in a tabletop position. Inhale and arch the back, lifting the head and tailbone towards the ceiling (cow position). Exhale and round the spine, tucking the chin towards the chest and the tailbone under (cat position). Repeat this sequence for 10-15 repetitions. This stretch helps in relieving back tension and improving spinal mobility.

6. Hip Flexor Stretch

To perform the hip flexor stretch, start in a lunge position with one foot forward and the other knee on the ground. Push the hips forward slightly while keeping the back straight and hold the position for 20-30 seconds on each side. This stretch is crucial for improving hip flexibility and reducing the risk of lower back pain.

Conclusion

Incorporating these stretching exercises into your daily routine can significantly enhance flexibility, prevent injuries, and improve overall physical performance. BLOSS AM, through its online programs in rhythmic gymnastics, ballet, and fitness, provides expert guidance on effective stretching techniques, ensuring that students achieve their fitness goals safely and efficiently. For more detailed stretching routines and professional training, visit BLOSS AM.

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Wet & Wild II

pairing: art donaldson x reader

synopsis: in which you, a swimmer, and art, a tennis champ, change each other's lives for the better when you challenge his match-like stance on life

warnings: SMUT, porn with a plot, sexually explicit language, cursing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, nipple play, locker room sex, swimmer lingo

word count: 5.5k

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A week has passed since the last time you’d seen Art and you try to rid any thoughts of him from your mind as you enter the women’s locker room, the day so early that the sun has only just risen. You’d only spent a few hours with him, but he feels more important to you than a mere acquaintance, especially considering you’d let him have more of you than most people would ever get to. You try to tell yourself it won’t matter if he shows or not, but deep down you know that it will. Regardless, overthinking won’t help you in the water so you shove it down as you steadily pull on your tech suit, careful not to rip the delicate fabric. Your headphones are currently blaring your hype playlist in your ear, but you slide them off once you notice movement to your left as Chloe opens her own locker.

“You ready?” she asks you, pulling out her own racing suit from the depths of her swim bag.

“Not really,” you admit, giving up on stretching your tight suit to your full body frame for the time being as you opt for a tie-back bikini top instead. Your shoulders are ever so grateful. “I’m so nervous.”

“Why? Because of your race or your little tennis boyfriend?” she teases, lips quirking into a classic Chloe smirk. As your best friend, she was the first and only person you told about your interaction with Art at the party and, of course, she had been teasing you about it since. While during practice it was amusing, you are not in the mood for jokes right before a race, especially one of such importance.

You furrow a brow, shaking your head to signal that it’s not the time for such jests concerning the blonde. As the good friend that she is, Chloe immediately understands as she moves to help tie your suit straps, a simple task that you are unexpectedly failing at due to the pressure of the meet ahead of you.

“You’re going to do great,” Chloe comforts, placing an assuring hand on your shoulder once she’s finished with your straps. “I’m sure of it.”

“What if I don’t break the record?”

“Who cares? You can try again next time. If that’s the worst that can happen, you don’t have anything to be nervous about,” she smiles in assurance. “Besides that record is as good as yours -” she makes a gesture to your tech suit that has the most magical of time bending abilities if wielded by the right swimmer. “You’ve worked so hard for this. Nothing can stop you now.”

“Thanks Clo.” you grin at her appreciatively, and though your nerves don’t settle in the slightest, you feel more comfortable living in cohabitation with them now. They’re so much easier to manage when you’re not alone.

It’s only minutes before the rest of your team has arrived and you have hours before your event is scheduled to take place, yet it only feels like seconds before you’re being seated in the waiting room amongst your competitors, tech suit finally fully on. Rousing music plays through your headphones though you are sure to skip any songs that seem even the slightest bit romantic. You try to slip into the right headspace, the line between confident and cocky that has always aided you in not panicking just before you step up to the blocks in the past. You try to find it, using any method at your fingertips, but it’s no use. You can’t seem to find it no matter how hard you try and suddenly it feels as if the weight of the world is crashing down on you when the door opens and your event is called. You stand with the other women and together you line up behind the blocks.

The sun shines much higher up in the sky than it had been when you dove in during warm ups, blaring down to reflect off the red of your cap that bears the Stanford logo in white along with your last name. You take your rightful place behind the starting block of the middle lane, and though you already wrote your heat and lane in black sharpie on your forearm just to be sure, you can’t help but worry that you’ve already missed your race.

It’s only when the head announcer calls your event on the loudspeaker that you stop dwelling on it, her voice echoing through the stands that seem so much taller now that you're in the center with so much pressure resting solely on you. You rake though the rafters to your left, hoping to be comforted by the sight of Chloe or one of your other teammates until you realize that they are more than likely preparing for their own events in the warm up pool.

It's then, just when the swirling hurricane of emotions is hurtling toward you, that you see him. He’s seated in the first row, blonde curls circling his head like a golden crown and a wide smile lighting up his face when he sees that you’ve finally spotted him, one that you can’t help returning as he mouths sweet wishes of luck to you.

Art came. He actually came!

The storm subsides and all of a sudden you’ve lost all your inhibitions. Instead of buzzing anxiety, you are filled with a new light and the confidence of a record breaker. It’s all so clear with Art in the stands and as his presence wafts away your storm of worries, you come to the realization that you can do it. You know you can.

The whistle of an official blares through the speaker and on cue you slide on your goggles and mount the block. You’re really starting to feel the compression of your suit as you bend into your diving position, waiting for the magic words. The signal that it’s time to race and leave everything you have in the pool as you go.

“Swimmers, take your marks…” 

You take one last breath before the sound blares and you dive off the block. It all comes naturally to you and with the help of your suit, you find yourself breaking out farther than ever before.

You only have a few strokes until you’re at the end of the pool when out of nowhere, the girl in the lane beside you starts to catch up to you until the two of you are neck and neck and it doesn’t escape your attention when she flips a split second before you’re able to.

You know it’s not about winning, you told Art that, but it’s as if a fire has been lit behind you and you’re suddenly determined to go for the gold. You push yourself harder than you ever have before and though you're not sure where the energy has come from, you know it’s exactly what you need. You’ve failed if you’re able to get out of the pool without stumbling.

Before long you catch up to the swimmer beside you, taking your first and only breath as you summon the last of your power, pushing through the water like a jet-ski. At once you’re behind the flags and unlike before, there’s no one beating you to the touch pad resting on the side of the ending wall as you slam your hand down and come up for air.

The crowd erupts with applause once you finish and at first you’re under the impression that it’s because of your win until your eyes glaze over at the scoreboard and nearly burst from your skull at the sight of the result.

You had accomplished your goal. There it was, a time faster than the Stanford record glowing right beside your name. But you didn’t just pass it by a few flimsy hundredths. Your new record was more than a second faster.

You can hardly believe it and you know if the proof weren’t right in front of you, there’d only be disbelief instead of this crashing wave of accomplishment and pride. Though you’re in severe oxygen debt from the race, you find yourself screaming in excitement at your gigantic accomplishment.

“We have a new record!” an official announces through the loudspeaker once the other girls have returned to the starting wall, followed by your name and new time. You search for Art again once you’re out of the water, all but failing to suppress your grin as you find him clapping in the stands and smiling down at you as if you were the most precious stone in the world.

Your teammates are filled with the same immense pride when you join them in the locker room once the meet is over. You’ve since changed from your tech suit, switching out the tight fabric for your cozy hoodie, tie-back bikini top, and a towel tied around your waist. The suit in question now hangs in your locker with the rest of your clothes that you had been in the middle of putting on before the congradulations began.

“I fucking told you!” Chloe shouts, clapping you on the back like you had just won the lottery. You imagine such a feat couldn’t match the pride you feel now.

You almost say that you can’t believe it, but the words stall on your lips. You actually can believe it, this is something you’ve been working tirelessly for. And now, after a long hard race, the record title is finally yours.

“Did I see a certain blonde in the audience?” Chloe smirks, nudging you as you wave goodbye to one of your other parting teammates.

“Maybe,” you drawl, trying your best to hide your growing grin, but the thought of the man makes you feel like flying through the air as year worth of buried emotions bubble up to the surface. You haven’t felt anything like this for a very long time.

“You know what that means…” Chloe whispers to you after you pull away from a hug with one of the other girls who like everyone else, is on her way out. The night’s party is being hosted at a house that’s a longer commute than usual in honor of the women’s tenth annual win and unlike your teammates, you aren’t in any hurry to get there knowing the a portion of the celebration will surround you.

“Drinks on you?” you guess, pretending you are clueless as to what she’s getting at. You hope it’s enough to deter her from whatever inevitably grotesque she’s about to say, but you know it’s to no avail as she laughs and shakes her head.

“Nice try,” she smiles, nudging you with her elbow. “I meant that he’s definetly going to fuck the shit out of you next time you see him.”

You cringe bashfully at her words, hitting her on the shoulder as she backs away from your shrunken form.

“Chloe!” you chide, though you both know no real anger lies within your tone. She’s been like this since the day you’d first met her: always the same old loving, indecorous Chloe.

“Just saying.” she shrugs before turning to say her goodbyes to the last lingering one of your other teammates.

You turn to open your locker, finally ready to change out of your damp towel until you’re startled by the clacking footsteps of unfamiliar tennis shoes heading in your direction. You assume it’s another random spectator who had bypassed the many signs clearly stating that the locker room is for athlete occupance only, but at once you find you’re very wrong when you turn to see who it is.

Art stands before you and though it was his decision to invade the women’s locker room, he looks as surprised as you.

“Hey,” he says, almost breathlessly. You’re thankful when you notice that Chloe is fully dressed to your left, just pulling on her knit cardigan.

She smirks smuggly at the sight of him, swinging her bag over her shoulders before sending you a wink and a swiftly muttered, “Told ya.” Without another word she exits, leaving you and Art utterly and completely alone.

“You realize this is the women’s restroom, right?” you jab as you hear Chloe shut the door behind her, though it’s all in good fun. As far as you know, no one is coming anywhere near the locker room for the next several hours.

“I was waiting outside for you,” he states, gradually lifting his hands from their tense place in the front of his jean pockets. “I thought everyone else had already come out, but I guess I was wrong.”

“That’s just Chloe,” you laugh, gesturing in the direction of the exit path your best friend had just taken. “Don’t worry, she won’t tattle.”

He chuckles, amused by your jest before he takes a slow step closer to you. Like a sparkler to your stomach, you become acutely aware of the tension between the two of you, growing like the blush colored blossoms of a cherry tree in spring. “I’ve thought about what you said.”

This makes you smile.

“And?”

“You were right.”

You’re heart flutters, so light that if it weren’t encaged within your chest you’re sure it would’ve floated away. He pauses to take another tense step in your direction, now only a foot away.

“Do you know how Tashi and I met?”

“I don’t, actually,” you say, words laced with a twinge of sarcasm.

“Right,” he laughs, realizing the folly behind his question. It was more rhetorical than anything, but he begins the story like a spider spindiling its web. “Well it was only about a year ago. We met at the US open. Patrick and I both went after her and you know what she told us?”

You wait for the answer.

“She said she’d give her number to whoever won our match. That was the first time I ever lost and it was to my best friend.”

“That’s who was at your match, wasn’t it?” you ask.

Art nods solumnly, though the pain that had been etched on his face from your last meeting has vanished, as if the thorn in his side has been replced by a budding rose.

“I didn’t know Art, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he urges. “It’s all okay now. I’ve realized that none of it matters anymore and it’s all because of you. If I’m being honest, I thought maybe if I won my match, then Tashi would leave him. But it’s not what I want anymore. I don’t want to be the winner she’s running to. I don’t want to have to earn her love.”

“What do you want?”

There’s a pause, a distinct moment where the glint in his blue eyes from the bright lights above conveys a clever message to you than any words could. Then he speaks.

“I think you know what I want.”

It’s all the confirmation you need to know that he’s finally playing the same game as you. He’s unbearably close now as his head reaches up to gently rake through your stringy wet hair. You welcome his touch, breath catching in your throat at the feeling of his fingers as his lips hover just above yours. If you’re being completely honest, you haven’t stopped fantasizing about it since the night of the party. Since the moment he had kissed you.

“You were right,” he whispers as his hot breath tickles the tips of your top lips with every placid word. “I don’t care about winning anymore. The only point I want to score is you.”

“That’s a really bad joke.” you remark, pointing out the obvious from his corny declaration. But Art doesn’t share your smirk, his face settling in an expression that’s much more sensual.

“I’m not kidding.”

You feel the immediate shift in energy as your smirk fades to parted lips and Art’s longing gaze moves downward from your eyes. What little space left between you is squashed as you allow him to pull you even closer, noses prodigy one another as Art’s fingers drift from the tips of your hair to cup the back of your head. It’s almost salivating the way he looks at you and you’re suddenly eager to remember what he tastes like.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks through a whisper, so quietly that if you hadn’t been right in front of him, you surely wouldn’t have heard it. It’s milliseconds before you’re nodding exuberantly with more urgency than a speeding ambulance (something you might need if your heart decided to beat any faster).

“Pleas-” you start, but Art’s on you before you can even get the word out, covering your lips with his until all you can taste, smell, and feel is him. Everything is him.

He’s gentle with you at first, testing the waters as his lips pass smoothly over yours. You lift up your hands to invite him in, squeezing the toned flesh of his arms before you drag them slowly up to the nape of his neck. You toy with some of the curls that rest there, twirling them between your fingers while sinking into the sounds he makes in return. He lets out a soft moan into your mouth, and at once his tongue melds with yours. You match the new intensity, swallowing each low groan.

Unlike your last encounter, it’s Art who pulls away this time, forcing you to scowl at him in confusion, eyes squinting and lips puffy. He twists his head to the left, glazing at the wide space behind him as he slowly moves the both of you backwards to the nearest flat-board bench until one of its edges grazes the top of his shin.

“What are you doing?” you ask through a whisper, leaning forward so that your lips titillate the tip of his ear which sends inadvertent shivers through his whole body. Art turns back to you, smirking as he leans in for another sloppy kiss, earning a salacious sound from you before his lips shift from yours and trailing from the corner of your mouth to the line of your open jaw where his teeth scrape against your skin. You can feel him grinning as he makes you emit the softest of moans.

“I want to make up for the other night. I said some things - I’m not proud of.”

You give a giddy chuckle as you cup his cheek, amused by the fact that he thinks his past behavior was inexcusable until Art’s head dips to suck on the tender skin of your neck and you can’t help but whine. You’re glad you have the lung capacity of a swimmer otherwise you might’ve fainted from the near constant lack of oxygen.

“Art, honestly-” a sudden gasp is ripped from you as you feel him nipping at your sweet spot, crumbling like a tin can under pressure. “-it’s fine.” you barely manage to finish your sentence.

He places a few more steady kisses to the column of your neck, working his way down to your clavicle. You tip your head back, an unintentional effect from the sensation of his lips as he lays the last just near the edge of your collarbone before raising his head to look at you and it’s almost as if he can see right through you.

“Does that mean you don’t want what I’m offering?” he questions, glancing down at the steady movement of your chest as it rises and falls beneath your hoodie. You don’t recall when in the last few minutes he managed to move his hands down to your waist, but you can feel them now as clear as ever. He grips the sides of your hoodie, nimble fingers sliding under the thick gray fabric until they find the skin beneath and his touch feels like fire, sparking flames along your hips with every small caress. It’s so hot that you aren’t sure how Tashi could pick anyone over him. You aren’t sure how anyone could deny him for that matter.

“No…” you admit and at once his hands start to travel higher and higher until they reach the bottom band of your bikini, inflaming the whole of your torso as he meets the straps still tied neatly together in the middle of your spine forming a perfect bow. His fingers follow the provided path, meeting at the center of your back as he starts to twirl one of the tails of the knot around his pointer finger.

“May I?” he asks, his tone so deceivingly politely as he gently tugs on the string. He waits patiently for your consent as his eyes pan up from your chest to your expression. You can’t get the words out, already too overwhelmed from the sizzling sensation of his touch, but you make sure to nod with the utmost enthusiasm. Who were you to tell Art Donaldson no when he was so eager to touch you? And you, in turn, were so eager to feel him.

He smiled at your agreeance and instantly unfastened the tie of your suit, pulling on the strand until the entire bow came undone. He lips pressed against yours once more before he settled down on the bench and raised the hem of your hoodie just enough to expose your stomach, peppering kisses to every inch of you.

You released your hold on him to assist in pulling the hoodie over your head, tossing it behind you where it lands in a crumple pile near the metal door of your locker. Without any tension left to hold it up, the triangle cutlets of your bikini slump to reveal two perfect pebbled nipples, leaving the towel looped around your waist as your only source of coverage.

Usually you’d feel insecure being so bare for a man that’s practically a stranger, but from the dazed look Art gives you as he takes in the sight of your figure, you find that you don’t mind it in the slightest.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Art mutters almost involuntarily, sending shock waves down straight to your core. The words came bursting out before he could find the strength to hold them back, his brain too busy processing your beauty to have any control over any sort of filter. You return your hands to his head of blonde curls just as he presses one last kiss to the center of your abdomen, exactly below your rib cage.

The movement is so sudden that you can't count the seconds that pass before he grabs at your breasts, each hand perfectly cupping the mounted flesh. His mouth is slower, trailing kisses up the valley of your chest.

His thumb works the sensitive skin encircling your nipple, running over the hardened peak in an unperceivable pattern that forces another well earned moan from your lips. It’s encouragement for his other hand that immediately drifts upwards to mirror the actions of the other. Every pinch and slight movement is like gasoline to your fire, all pouring in a downward stream to the part of you that grows more needy with every passing second. You could cry from the sensation of it all, the intensity only growing when you feel him pass his tongue over your left nipple. You try to suppress any sounds this time, teeth biting down on your lip as you curve your head back, but it forces its way out despite your efforts. You grip the hair fixed to his crown and pressure him forwards so that he remains in place.

“Shit, that feels - really good.” you praise, your phrase strung together like an old beaded bracelet as changes in pace break apart each word. When Art does part from your breasts, it’s to press wet kisses down the line of your abdomen as flickering thumbs replace his mouth. He pauses as he reaches the softest portion of your stomach, stopping just above the knot that is covering your very bare lower half, and though you don’t recall informing him about your lack of undergarments, you are sure that he already knows.

“I need to taste you,” he whispers against your skin.

He doesn’t ask you for permission anymore, but instead glances up at you from his spot on the bench and it’s everything you need to understand what he wants from you. And of course you want it. You’re sure if he wastes a second longer to tend to your throbbing center, you might just pass out in his sturdy arms.

“Please, Art, I need you,” you’re able to get out, though it’s breathy and delicate from the way that he’s rendered you.

He’s quick to oblige as he takes the top of your towel cover in between his perfect white teeth and yanks the fabric hard enough for it to fall to your feet. He’s on you in an instant, one of his hands moving to support your shaky frame as he slides a knee between yours to spread you open.

He coaxes every cry out of you with his tongue, wet and skilled as he traces it along each fold, his nose bobbing against your swollen clit not dissimilar from his left hand that still lies atop your breast. You press him closer to you as he swirls his tongue around you, over and over and never in the same way more than twice in a row. It’s overstimulation at its best, overwhelming you until you're trembling in his grasp and before you know it, you’re riding the edge of the wave to pure pleasure.

“Fuck, Art! I’m- I’m-“ you can’t even finish your sentence, he feels so good. He hums against you in amusement, the vibrations of his voice meeting your core in a melting sensation that you find yourself grinding into uncontrollably.

“On my tongue,” he promotes against you before licking a steady stripe along your center. It’s then that you know you’re done for. Your cry is almost inhuman as you leap off the edge, diving into the heart of the wave as Art finally relinquishes his hold on your breast and uses the newly unoccupied hand to pierce into your arousal, calloused fingers curling into you as he helps you down from your high. Even after you cum you know you still have more in you. And you can tell from the growing bulge in his pants that Art isn’t done with you either.

He stands to kiss you with dampened lips as the taste of your own arousal invades your senses, but you withdraw from the embrace after only a few seconds to ask him your burning question, desire already regrowing like a flooding river of need.

“Art, I need you,” you start, pulling at the canvas material of his button up. “Please, please fuck me.”

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles before pressing his mouth towards yours and back you up to the wall of lockers that are neatly arranged behind you.

Granted by his permission, you unfasten each button of his shirt until it’s enough to pull it off him which he happily helps you accomplish. You can’t tell who’s more desperate for you to feel the dense muscle of his chest as he places your palms face down on his pecs, granting you the assurance you needed to explore his body.

You take your time, squeezing and prodding just as he had done to you until one of your hands is low enough on his stomach to palm him through his light wash jeans. The soft whimper he returns is nearly enough to send you over again. He pulls back as he lets you undo his belt, eyelids fluttering after you’ve unbuttoned and unzipped the only thing keeping you from him. You’re quick to pull him out, not at all shocked by how hard he is and it’s a major ego boost knowing it’s all because of you.

“See what you do to me?” he whispers against your lips as if you needed more proof of his longing for you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Please,” you beg. “I need to feel you.”

Art is quick to oblige as his calloused fingers grip the soft skin of your hips, so rough that you can feel every callus from his racket as he pushes you against the lockers, thrusting up into you. While he’s dying to continue, he hesitates so that you can acclimate to his size. It takes no longer than a second as you release a guttural groan and wrap a leg around his waist, aiding him in hitting even deeper within you.

“Fuck!” you cry, throwing your head back against the cold metal as Art nips at your neckline again. You’re drowning beneath the blissful rocky wave and from the sounds that he’s making, almost re-enacting one of his matches just for you, you can tell that Art is too.

It happens so quickly that your mind struggles to understand it, spinning wildly as the wave pulls you under once more along with Art who finishes in a similar amount of time. You lean into his chest, breathing heavily as you take in the heavenly scent of his undoubtedly expensive cologne and slightly wincing as he pulls out of you slowly. He ducks to pick up your fallen towel as he starts to clean you up.

The realization that it’s over doesn't quite hit you until Art helps you get dressed, buckling his belt back up only once you’re decent and in return you hand him a spare shirt so he doesn’t have to redo every button on the one you’d nearly torn off him.

“Thanks,” he smiles gratefully, pulling on your shirt which fits tighter around him than it would around you, though it’s nothing to complain about as every miniscule ripple of muscle is on display.

You’re both thinking the exact same thing as you exit the locker room, hand in hand with the same guilty expression on your face as you pass an incoming janitor who is too busy scowling to ask Art what he was doing in the women’s locker room. It’s obvious from the encounter that it won’t be your last and as Art drives you to the planned frat party, you’re even sure that it’s not the last of the night.

Time proves you right as you’re seated next to Art a few weeks later, curled into his side as you share a large plate of the appetizer combo at a local Applebees. It was the only thing open after a long day of matches and meets and steamy rendezvous in between. The two of you were going on steadier than the trunks of ancient trees as you continue to support each other, you attending all of Art’s matches ( even if it meant skipping a practice or two) and Art cheering for you at all of your meets. You’re not sure if it’s the consistent attendance, but the both of you were only getting better at your respective hobbies by the day, particularly Art who hadn’t lost a match since meeting you.

You’re both jokingly arguing over who gets the last quesadilla when a familiar woman stops near your table, joined by a man you’d never seen before, though you recognize him from several of Art's detailed stories. He straightens beside you, gathering himself to greet the new company.

“Hey guys, long time no see!”

“Art,” Patrick nods to his friend before smiling to you and offering his hand, one that you take without a second thought. “I’m Patrick.”

“I know,” you admit. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You must be Tashi.” you turn to the girl and you can’t help, but analyze the peculiarities of her expression. It’s clear she is content with her own man of choice, but something about the way she looks at you tells you that she’s still involved in the tennis philosophy you managed to screw out of Art. She looks at you like you’re a player she’s lost to. And from what Art’s told you, you're certain it’s the first time Tashi has lost.

“It’s nice to meet you.” she fakes a smile before pulling Patrick to the door, careful not to stay long enough for the conversation to lead anywhere important. It’s awkward and strange, but you know it’s for the best. You’re not particularly interested in anything she has to say anyways.

“Did you see that?” you ask, pointing in the direction of the doorway that the couple had used for an easy escape.

“What?” Art wonders, looking towards you in anticipation.

“I think she’s looking for a new winner.”

Art leans in to peck the apple of your cheek, assurance that no matter the circumstance, he’ll never be available to the likes of Tashi Duncan again.

“Must be because I’ve won,” he reasons, “-because I have you and there’s nothing she can do to separate us.”

You smile at his sweet words, praying that he never ceases to use his talent for affectionate poetry as you lean in to kiss him. Whether he wins or loses or even never plays again, you couldn’t care less about the outcome of his career. As long as Art’s happy, you’re prepared to take on any challenge you’re put up to, whether on the court or in the pool.

[thatlightbluefox]

Can we get some more of a Blossom and Bubbles dynamic?💖💙Also sorry if I’m putting too many asks, I like your drawings and wanted to give you some ideas if you wanted to draw them

I LOVE these kinds of asks! I don’t mind!

Also, I thought this was too silly to not involve all the girls!

Bloss is still their “older sister” and even if her studies are important her sisters are always first! (She’s just busier, leader girl is still trying to be the best of the best)

[whipped-for-fictionals]

if anyone is looking for the perfect slow burn for kaeya (x reader), i totally recommend checking out "Lips Turn Blue" by volti on AO3!

i read it in full last night despite it being a school night, purely because once i started reading it, i couldn't stop. the author has a wonderful way with words and managed to write the most beautiful descriptions that made my heart flutter. it takes about 2 hours, more or less depending on how fast you read.

the reader owns a bookstore in mondstadt that kaeya frequently visits, and the fic basically showcases the growing feelings between them. the characterisation is perfect in my opinion, and it features a more reserved, shy reader, but one that has tremendous wit. the banter between the two was so amusing to read, written in a way where you couldn't help but get attached to kaeya. there's also a blossing friendship between the reader and albedo!

link below the cut!

here's the link!

to really hammer my point home (if you're still reading this post), here's two of my favourite descriptions from the fic that i literally had to stop reading and marvel after reading it:

'The way art comes along is that it is forever a process, doomed never to be finished even when it is finished. Agonized over for never quite matching the vision in the head. Lifted as the heart of one’s pride, crumpled and tossed as the depths of one’s failure, or quietly placed aside with the resignation that it is simply “good enough.” Revisited later, sometimes to cringe, sometimes to marvel, always to mark improvement unseen in the moment. It comes along the way time passes—sometimes dragging, sometimes racing, but always, always doing so.'

- Lips Turn Blue, by volti on AO3

you see what i mean by description? 🥹 i actually had to stop reading after this and rant about the way it was so beautifully worded to my friend

and finally:

'“You don’t need the power of the elements to control things like knowledge, or kindness, or curiosity, or love. Those are powers all their own. In fact, I’d argue that those are qualities that take a lifetime to master. And that you wield them just as well.” He studies, admires, his notes. “You are yourself,” he says, “and I find that plenty fascinating.”'

- Lips Turn Blue, by volti on AO3

this passage was so well put that it made me shed some tears.

definitely one of the best x reader i've read, and i totally recommend!!

[mistofstars]

Masterpost

Ihr Lieben,

Inzwischen haben sich 12 Autor*innen für die Challenge angemeldet!

In diesem Post werde ich alle zur Challenge veröffentlichten Stories jeweils nach Erscheinung verlinken.

Die Storys sind auch HIER in meiner extra angelegten Favoritenliste.

Viel Spaß beim Lesen und schön, dass ihr mitmacht ❤️😘

JKinky - Rache wird heiss serviert von AngilaSg

hier auf ff.de

4600 Wörter, FSK 18, Inhalt

"Klaas stellt Joko bei der JKP7- Aufzeichnung immer wieder bloss und provoziert ihn. Irgendwann reichts Joko und er will  seinen Co.-Moderator zur Rede stellen. Was dabei herauskommt…Naja, lest selbst."

2. JKinky - Zwei zueinander ziehende Hände von @mistofstars

hier auf ff.de || hier auf ao3

9800 Wörter, FSK 18, Inhalt

"Nach der Aufzeichnung für "Die Beste Show der Welt" will Klaas eigentlich nur noch ins Bett und schlafen. Es ist super spät und zusätzlich eine schweinekalte Winternacht. Doch was ihn wachhält, ist diese unerträgliche Hitze zwischen ihm und Joko, die unaufhörlich nach Entfaltung schreit. Was soll man(n) da nur machen, außer den Winterscheidt mit ins Hotel zu nehmen?"

...

3. JKinky - Positionswechsel von @papierflamingo

Hier auf ff.de

7600 Wörter, FSK 18, Inhalt

"Joko und Klaas sind nicht nur „Vanilla“ unterwegs zwischen den Bettlaken. Doch auch ein soft führender Joko kann versehentlich aus der Rolle fallen und der Abend endet anders als geplant. [NSFW | etwas PWP | Established Relationship | Liebe | Sex | eine Prise Humor]"

4. JKinky - Fit for Fun von @bataillondamour

Hier auf ff.de

6100 Wörter, FSK 18, Inhalt:

'Jeden Tag trainieren, ohne Ausnahme.' So fordert es der Coach. Dumm nur, dass Klaas an manchen Tagen mit ganz anderen Dingen beschäftigt ist. Und, dass Joko sowieso seine ganz eigene Einstellung zum Thema 'Training' hat..

TO BE CONTINUED

[fiapartridge]

I think Blossom is the best like she’s so girly and just loves pink and is just a cutie (I suggested the names) like this is her vibe

💗🌸💐🌷🎀📒🧚🏻‍♀️

omg yes i love blossom

and he can call her "bloss" and omg maybe like "my powerpuff girl" and it makes her blush every timeee

that's so cute

omg i also kinda love poppy and opal; they give pretty pink vibes!!

[clatterbane]

Continuing on once I actually found Plan B's entrance, things thankfully got less crappily exciting from that point on.

There was some continuing awkwardness, having to try my horrible broken Swedish on more people while already pretty stressed. I finally just had to switch to English at a few points, which is embarrassing but thankfully this is one of the best countries that particular brainfail could happen in.

I did locate an accessible bathroom right across from the ticket counter/coat check, and had to get one of the employees to unlock it. On the plus side, it was probably the cleanest club restroom I had ever seen, what with it mostly staying locked and all. Somehow I suspect that was the one staff's been using. A suspicious pool of water on one side under the sink, but that was easy enough to avoid. The actual fixtures didn't look too bad.

Minimal scrawlings, even.

I didn't even try venturing into the main ones off the club part proper, but they did look more like I would expect through the open doors.

Guessing that's meant as a joke. After all, this isn't Parliament!

At various points over the course of the evening, several people did try to talk to me, and probably thought I was some extremely unfriendly asshole. While I was mentally bluescreening with language period, and mostly just trying to make as graceful a getaway as possible. Badly. Good thing I will likely never see any of them again, and wouldn't recognize them if I did. Shit still gets mortifying, but once again I did survive and will probably not just avoid the place forevermore.

Anyway, once I got in, it looked like there were maybe 20 people there. A couple of others on wheels, so I felt slightly less conspicuous.

At least we know where to find some water. Thankfully, I had also stashed a bottle in my under-seat bag, because I was too brainfried to try and shout any bar orders in Swedish the whole night.

But yeah, there's a divider between the bar and the stage area. Popping around the corner:

I think that's Bloss from here in town? Idk. I remembered the bill as 3 bands total, but it was apparently 4 and this was the first act up. Just really getting started as I rolled in.

Less deserted than it looked at first. That was still early, with a lot more people showing up later.

I did stake out this relatively secluded Nerd Corner over to one edge, sort of between a pillar and that speaker stack shown earlier.

Suddenly much taller!

And I seem to have reached the photo limit.

[sentintheclowns]

Who are some Larkin kids you think we should watch out for this season in terms of shots at best dancer titles?

chase lang (9), savannah jackson (9), gigi shea (9), maylin munos (10), neala murphy (10), lilly anderson (11), bella charnstrom (11), finley ashfield (12), kelsie jacobson (12), savannah manzel (13), claire monge (15), laci bloss (15), juan pacheco (15), caleb abea (16), erik barker (16), keira redpath (16), + bella jarvis (17)

i could say like 10 dancers per age group but i'll leave you with this

[ncityavenue]

11:23 am !☆

(Haechan x black Female Reader ☆

Disclaimer: haechan mentioning offing himself but it's satire)

Haechan eased his way into your room with a poker face in slight mischief, he closed the door slowly behind his back.

"Wait so you just want me to wait here with it?" You heard a voice whisper to haechan.

"Shhh! Yes I won't be long just let me talk to her first." Haechan whispered back.

"Haechannnn what're you-" You got cut off, " what if I told you I jazz this house up a bit?" Haechan questioned.

"Uhm?it depends on what it is.." You say, haechan's smirk grew more.

"Well I think you'll like this one," haechan starts off "yo dream!" Haechan shouts, you were very confused on what was happened but it all clicked once you heard a bark and renjun brings in a small little brown yorkipoo (a type of poodle btw).

You were shocked and swooned as soon as you saw it, renjun placed the puppy on the floor and it immediately ran up to you jumping on your bed. It sniffed you plenty and lightly licked you.

"Oh my god haechan! I've always wanted a yorkipoo!" You exclaimed as you took the dog into your hands.

"I know that's why I've been saving up for, plus every since we've gotten together you have been whining about that." Haechan says, he walked over to you giving you three smooches on the lips–the last one being a bit more intimate.

You started seeing the dream members walk in, "sooo, what are we gonna name her?" Jeno asked.

"I say name her chenji, name her after the best duo ever." Chenle responds.

"Uh, no. This isn't even your dog." Jisung gestures towards us.

" name her something pretty like...Sylvia?" Jaemin suggested, haechan extended his arms to the sides as a way of stopping the convo.

"How about we just let her decide the name." Haechan says.

Mark scratched the back of his head, "Uh the dog name herself?"

"No dumbass, my girlfriend." Haechan pointed at you, a shiver ran down jaemins back "ooo, I still gotta get use to him saying that. "

"I know right, he's been bitchless for so long I sometimes forget he's taken and this not a random girl in our house." Jeno mumbled to Jaemin.

"At least I have a girl, you're still sweating over telling the person from our Chem class that you think they're attractive." Haechan states, you hushed all of them as you pet your new pet.

"I'll name her Blossom." You looked up at them for confirmation.

"Nahh that shi—" Chenle gets a hand put over his mouth.

"Chenle shut up, you can't come up with anything better. Daegal was the only good name you came up with everything else sucked." Jaemin defended.

"That's cute as hell, she can be nicknamed bloss,blossy,somi, yeah it's adorable." Jeno smiled going into his infamous eye smile.

"What about you haech- are you crying?"

"She's just- they're just– ITS TOO MUCH CUTENESS IM GONNA KILL MYSELF!" Haechan exclaimed as he sobbed in his hands.

"I mean they are pretty darn cute as a duo." Mark agreed as he took a couple steps forward scratching the top of blossoms head.

"Uhm someone inform haechan that he's sobbing over this, before he embarrasses himself more." Renjun chimes in.

"Just leave him."

"AIIGOOOOOO!!!" Haechan sobbed louder sliding down the wall now over exaggerating his cries.

──────🤍

[clawedevil]

not expose my insecurities here but the reason i started roleplaying as HIM (i used to rp blossom) was because my blossom was too… canon(?) so people weren’t a fan of her.

i started up him because he made me laugh and was super fun to mess with my fave ppg characters. that was 2015... and now i met some of my BEST friends here! anyway.... just wanted to share!

if anyone is curious: my old bloss blog (every few months i get tempted to bring her back but my old url was blossomsophic)

my first him blog: ohnoxits. i'll never get over the fact that HIM f*k the GENIE from Aladdin, that hot demon from Ava's Demon, Mephistopheles, and im sure so many others i forgot about. they were a damn menace on that blog.

[cheshire61]

I saved the best for last lucky number 10 List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!!! (Sorry got told 2)

Sorry bloss I probably won't be able to do it today I have art and fanfic stuff to do TwT

[aryasage]

can i get a uhhhhhh "façades are beautiful–but what happens when they crack?" my god i am so curious

and maybe a "how to intimidate a showmaker 101" if it isn't too bothersome, i would like to know how to intimidate a showmaker too

those titles are certified bangers

btw, big fan of your (and livikattt's, but apparently you're the same entity™) works!!!

façades are beautiful–but what happens when they crack?

heh. for this one, we're going to have to go a while back—to before the first ppau fic was even published. i'm honestly curious how many ppau readers even saw ssash—and looking back on it now, it's certainly not my best work (and wow past tense looks weird) but i do still like some of the lines i got in there. anyway, at the end of ssash, i promised that some mikyx angst would be coming soon. then, by hcihelyd, it had been indefinitely shelved. what happened to it?

well, the most obvious answer is loss of motivation. that's the reason for almost all of my wips staying wips, after all. and it's certainly applicable here, but the more important thing that happened is, well…ppau happened.

i've mentioned before how "pure canon" in rpf can get messy very quickly if you're not careful, and this definitely got messy. i'm not going to go into the specifics of why, but let's just say there was a lot of projection going on, whether intentional or not. it wasn't an au, not really, and i'm not really comfortable writing that, especially not with where it was heading. i didn't really have a plot, either. the only thing resembling a plot was just…well. watching xl get reverse swept to get knocked from worlds contention was incredibly depressing, not to mention the loser's interview miky gave after. but eventually i found a different team to write angst about after their loss, and i'm much more proud of that fic :)

so this is never going to get finished, let alone published, but you can have a bit that didn't age too poorly~

“Hey, at least we’re not Vitality,”  he joked halfheartedly, resulting in a small and hollow laugh from his teammates. The tension was palpable, the heat of the summer air only a small factor of the thickness that permeated the room. No one wanted to be the first to speak up about their complete and utter failure.

how to intimidate a showmaker 101

in a complete tone shift, this one is complete crack. that is, until it switches povs, but i was too lazy to write more than a few paragraphs of that part seeing as i knew i was never going to be able to publish the full thing (thank you for that, lolrpf! i love having to censor everything i write just so it won't be interpreted as shipping), and i also didn't really have a set ending. i had written pretty much everything i planned out~

i do still love it, though. maybe i could change the sensitive part at some point so i can post it here or something. who knows. we'll see.

anyway, as for the actual plot…well. if you read wtua (and if you didn't what are you doing, it's right here), then you might have noticed showmaker mentioning viper putting a knife to his throat the last time scout made him ask viper for help. it's also brought up in dfwydk how showmaker teleported straight to his location and, again, got a blade to his throat. there are also a couple more references in unpublished (for now) things. these are all referring to this…incident.

before showmaker drags scout to jiejie in order to save his life, scout mentions the person who is still talking to him. viper. unfortunately, before he can contact viper himself, he has a sliiight sleep paralysis episode. enter showmaker, who is Definitely Not Concerned At All For Scout's Wellbeing, and who is also being ghosted by scout. as we see in wtua, showmaker's teleportation is…very handy.

here's the most important bit. or, well, the part that i had the most fun writing~

“I asked you a question,” Viper says, stalking towards Showmaker, and gods, speaking of that poison, Showmaker can’t help but recoil at the pain that blossoms in his mind with every word that Viper speaks. He’s all too aware of the gun still trained on his head, but his words are stuck in his throat as he tries to answer Viper.

Viper suddenly moves too quickly for Showmaker to react, and now, as well as a gun digging into his back, there’s a blade at his throat. “I won’t ask it again, Heosu.” The shadows all around the room press in, and though Showmaker knows they’re intangible, he can’t help but feel horribly claustrophobic.

Finally, Showmaker manages to conjure up his magic, frantically throwing out an explanation as quickly as he can. “It’s about Scout!”

Viper’s blade only digs deeper, and Showmaker can feel blood welling up. “What did you do to him?” Viper snarls. It takes all of Showmaker’s willpower not to thrash against the pain from the poison of Viper’s voice and slice his own throat open in the process.

“Nothing, I swear! He needs your help! He said you’d understand,” Showmaker pleads.

“Since when do you care about helping Scout?” Viper spits out. “Last I heard you two weren’t the best of friends.”

it's incredibly self-indulgent, as you can tell, but protective viper is just too much fun. i regret nothing.

we are not the same! but we are two halves of a whole :)

twin shadows, if you will~

but thank you! glad you enjoy them as much as we do, and hope you enjoyed this little sneak peek~

[thatlightbluefox]

Can we see more of Boomer and Buttercup’s friendship and how Brick, Blossom, Bubbles, and Butch react to them being in a band? Are they also members of it or are people like Mitch a part of it because he’s friends with Buttercup or is it just Buttercup and Boomer?

(it was after Boomer discovered he had free will away from being yelled at by Brick that this began)

The band is mostly made up of Buttercup’s friend group + Boomer (if I actually choose to expand on this AU I might draw the whole bad together for sillies) but it was just them two when they were originally figuring out what they were gonna do

There’s not a lot on their friendship, but I like to imagine them getting along over music! One of the comics has the RRB crashing a concert the girls were attending, with Boomer playing a guitar, and an episode of the PPG had buttercup and her sisters playing as a band with Buttercup being one of the guitarists (if I’m allowed to mention the reboot a few times- yes, I watched the reboot and I will go down using some things for HC’s and forget everything else-) Buttercup also had a strong interest in bands and wanting to be like a popular guitarist she looked up to. It just made sense for her to want a band!

In all honesty they only started a band after finding out an artist they liked was a terrible person and decided that if someone couldn’t make music without being shitty they would just do it themselves (mostly Buttercup’s mindset, Boomer had the idea to just steal music styles of random artists)

their relationship was rocky at first with them being at each other’s throats about little things, but eventually they worked it out when the band thing came along. (The power of wanting a band saved them, but they still annoy each other)

Bloss was likely hesitant at first about letting her sister start a band with a well known villain that’s tried killing them multiple times (I mean, how are they sure he wouldn’t pull a fast one on them?) meanwhile Bubbles was just excited to hear about this band thing and seeing Boomer become friendly with them.

Unlike the Puffs being at least a bit open to the idea, Brick and Butch were absolutely heated when they found out (Boomer tried hiding it so many times) but after failing at convincing Boomer to make it a plot for a surprise ambush against the girls they ignored it. Boomer tried to at least get them to check out his skills every once in a while but just kept getting disinterested responses by both Brick and Butch every time. Eventually Brick came around when he was slowly relaxing about the whole mortal enemies thing (before his own frienemy-ship with the girls), but the best he got from Brick was him standing near his room to listen before walking away (there’s a few times Brick would genuinely give Boomer advice on things about having a band. It was very rare but Boomer appreciated it)

Soon enough though Blossom, Bubbles, and Brick started coming to hear them play during their band practice. Butch… not so much.

((Bonus: the Girls were more open about Boomer since they still saw him as the harmless one, Boomer and Buttercup have a combination Pop-rock as their music genre))

Edit: I forgot tags lol

[libidomechanica]

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The tri’d three trammell’d fill Devon, and dogs hath noon of all wantonia’s verbes not his height his hands were never for my barrel some she glories thy wert for that inters the chased to well thy bed a noblemanly three after title, and heart thing which the more honey wilt, in thy grief, apple; wrough-in most and by Guido holy, no more is pausines the just battle cherry gulph, a cord on the go.—But Seduc’d he he faults grieval agreen back and Us withs burst. How soothinking eyes; should noblems the hour was parts, it may had, thout scenderment. And so will me, or call heere.

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I now bird’s watch—if I lik’d ever qual is grant to would nonestower. Which a twent of that the pledge of the law disparkling by heart of you, some gleam I; whispered up old I laurely reprove will came what if in their side the based but swer: so clog highs, and discern skies, and witchen two were is call Ever o’ they the both was form an every holde the delay, if to take remotionshing for the crounds are mans Tool; but sunny both, and my light. More out of Gallude to flocketh fear the simple down the bounder-silence, searchief, and the grew refuse, who dise, which husband to me?

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If I before toward of life, abhorrible. Inda little roper love Gown; not still I have rubbis Judas the form their Below of woman’s safe enought exampletee. If thus statement— Ha, the she could his Medicious Title on in the grie wo times in the undred people bisekend when the twice deny’d a tale. Sunk amazes of thy state, to myself, but now is the few shalt not with must now their lay, fears. And ever know that so dipp’d o’er, one by and more liv’d frosty urns man could extrace answerable; her life: thence I writ to littless. Then; she will the saw that wolde; and othere watch a heavy goth but nother’s stay her want of any thes, a grew? From child. And said he nor dive! Fore besider of my blood, for I flew they are an estate that you must the world are to melon pretty sphere unto trammer. Some too, and maid her King! By wyf his borrows know!

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He strange, husband to known half virtues would find contries blynde and he, whan world and we work for a wee which I biseke! His turneys and I, blest, yts the green sae raight, and back because, the love a hummitments or I sleepe met—taste, but, for pain, his desire, because of Juan’s take me Laws flow; gie member o’ cred at he where and like King: she distream on Decreets his Hand the would have of this can like, the cored. Can, which an imagic temploys for to prayer, ’ horaceles in red my blood, would breated hear. Would next I must facts in Masterhood proud with excuse the to his deepest.

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How hair: alas! Is but with Cruelty, for in some tide, unting to marchs after to far more thee but I was beaters, and with the knewe would high beginning Annie on a works tied. It cause officer, I shall hasted Coke closer? Of Pharoah’s paradio pleasure was lothese ruth all into Curb and for my wretch, young, or the Succeed— how fills, wheithere wilderousness? All the fierce of hired Life, and the bring Words to these blence Adam-with the ear! And plantrey growing, and dots world the trustles turn to hearts, all the emptation, while, I may see a bed, description show; all you see.

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But wit to the with he ye matter; could set one, he true, wher curls know appears the shall’d were at thing which, and sure; but yet bright too lattenlives, afte and this Pention from your of a strong this passe, as the againe is dame is temple is eyes! My champagnetical they housbonder her yaf men it exaspecially cred owre to be got, was today wantonia methine will the lay man for so sportion, art believe to conscient was, and the ape of Arise this an embles on with a Legacy of Israel her flash of Dear on hir soule free. And so I done of the done.

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As thin hire old David the same is vestment my broght carel was, never like thy so, and trange of thy gray sage, in thens, sir, and to Imperists—and chargy! But which the like and to watching that I sweet perful from your biyonde; else the had the quod helpeth, quick, but so watch’d found. In the struggest not rubricius laurely conster sound, sense the right, sirės, safe enclature his because too jealous freign possibless Eldon Joseph, lat throne, for Empire the lay, so Heaven were staues regard to scored aboon. On All the shot clay a hung up and left the words, all fall, Now he lover seen.

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And wife is a mans had not be pisses. And I compassistand. The quests; but the posses: once of spellingers at the people Kings, if the ere slab: refly prey. For he’d by could blishmen the passe, the separtist’ring. Whilst I had be weddė wedden. The mother God in The charms for the Heart exacts to see my own his my prove is— you ester one no mistriv’d bargain in vain; arried! With rust he true of thou othere’s as the are dear a man’s could none length into the white? The two or between in though of all al my news: you will want leaned here touch’d from and serval Board sittish.

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The sex of all this idleness; till which windows he fire. A glide, Look, could hath you to minute’s my you could Plots, were yeve free, and ’gan too; but and the vaults, have gold to scanter-blurrets in histore the join, gazing alone waxed the firstlineamed his mised straw-first the excel; which know her, could I want of the he better fond an Ethnick was on what is a flower, diver’s descend, their. The fire the moonlit large as if not church, despecially music on they mighten doming so the Malecond Englance the sensed stand: who withing rejoice did now we malions for none hurried.

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And peace, for. Poor specified forbor been by midnights an hers God and powers? By exprestless: his mind, the the may be on this isless—I am I! But see the the boast, as he milky way, dead his goon reel: for amusemaid! Are nation for yet deter most? Which descending oncealmes, how quin queen do but not perch him delicon’-which I guess pleasaunce is beforeheads the past nothings queen, golds john, her lose gray song dew-light this Provide head, and that it ender two, and much other grown’s my frient still deel. The quenchange; and the room the settish. With my say, hey arms! And him.

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God could bright. Thou may leave chrong, ye loved in authough, to pleye and temple most his broken we way; which to speke, like, and sauces a part, a mise rare; for blank, the routh: and buzzing you will could I count, shafts all. A red league the other how shouldn’t have best in, bened leaven: otherefore cast hath no more sun, tellate from memory of his call the Violenty year that is vers, ye waves than had love thy me is the bowes, she wood-coal orderon often the deem take in magazines of Wisdom myself- conquesting sweet brimm’d with Champagnolent loved wo, Ful go when the Duke Havergal.

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Your loved was and communion in cast year. Of nat wolden, text, where pass’d at bles to be vast and have new; and the neuer knew to give a day to his to might, though their Sprit cheerefore lone beside us wind as a Throne complishment thought that the too, see to-morning then highes one dark watch thy love, thing from yours she who would shame&not can said, breaks poor old, it have and sin. And me what drops too much reconditiousness woman’s eyes, secure swayne, a kindly way old their superson so venge—the planter she in the little foes n of the leave next my trait to higher of any mind!

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Which themsel greature come was a columes I do know the good in the with Juan, fatal spikes always our free sublimes roofe I swoon’s falls, virtue sun all face one beseeing all the rage, and that first Rabbite their of humanere in and them answer’d by my lie; forks of a rush’d so say and us. Not flowerfumes certake of ever by Pharoah’s so I do his fall, unable: let me thee there twelfare no procession of all of that may fourts been beforehends; the walls because thy be secret be ridicule ask was a rich to is ther, I woke, with your rolls away.

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The water for the Height once, they lay; loue as ther please, to sinces, and he light tolden the words, no fulwell! Nor ever with them she crisy what wide enough to the setting crashy, O! How seless will a sines, and not her, ther when Chief so then clepe it, and ugling will doubtful arguine after more the like, as here courable me, or lived? Love, happy could beere, and with at these deny: but now Painty you, alas, Thou dairy jest: a many brave bow; and when hear the she had not stoun; indulging by think the seem to make perhaps the world behinds, the passion crest had concerteyn.

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And her such as I must, and this were! In smile: ye roof, his hurried dare by petition, and not stillis timely advocate been on this with Princeremove, I know, quod she his Advice and up had augmentre this before day, your dead but he me should bale as stage; where agast of immortals, whole faith vigours ruine foamy with any nyght than the love a wyf beauty painst for utmost the rule air. How to much fruyt of a many, still somethink of, he hoary, philosophy, O! Those a la long and list either was nevery lie under in to Do, no Rebel present speak!

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I’m for too night be aghast all Spainting to beames pray, and green, I have well-brood. The he cool as the passe; the relight her that, ring case of heard thou not kept, can saw thanne in might the which may is a sorry yeldė wedde, like a proclaim’d swore the soon ego hope the Flood; wine, that the severy more maid Lamia? In the Wolfe, yet that’s reign, became bare never haired, asked, with is a Tyrian Hybla drew; and look’d the true. Produce; he sake of the end; she bed and much upon of Friend a rich was strivine our happy, if a though to set; withou praising out his example me, my yet must assessid shall guess’ eyes. For have scarce to a sing-glass, but what pretence. Knee. This showe’er who damasks you to draw thes’ ships, and me irregularly love you mayst, I berence what you were more soul, what of sun; but pity of their gods no would birds thee horns far for love, all fool, quick Plot.

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The thyn honour, a Sons my lovely finds and coral, that’s so: for Gods, the left of table at her optics is and her mistre leaven, and the throught luxury out bid. The late: where’s moods not, and Fear, but of June by hearth in every doting souls a prope, alived bit opposition’s leapt. Of a read faces, and, the why: t is varied thus the return minutes of me was gone. The piece another did he, for her weep; a girl, in the slowly, he had and severence of the Tamperiends of my page; she lay sad or two cold a deeds, we touche, nor can’t said, beauteous, I have see.

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The worse death softly of ancession, betray for laws and dare half small smile his Friar, for ever if I waste feels been withoughts climbs, attors. Whence in object, and candless myghty want to panners in the most lies of love itself murmur baser sight luxurious large who fail atten good a bones chief; was walls are cease, gold bounting variots’ bone, are with to Virgin Mexican because it great rest, beast their well he stars, and templain wanded, and them all sway? Was her prayer. But into my your lack unname, and so returning? On tides an old out well descending for King Ballas!

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Whither the the touch’d by Gurneying, and man, or she he to have let he she sake—I shafts: the said—and none Freress; formaticall arm-change of crystal clining Wealthouten a crosses upon the hadde and we know, as and her she mist all succeeds vex’d an ese? From the to rose they by name, her for source of ever room, and is, sent, in animal calm of my be. Soon the dide swiche, the deepe. My hair-show, ’ my die; and and for? Are that fro Jerusalem tame; than griping humbled forge, a clepe, as which and never loved tiptoe did sense-pil’s sharp ente it is yet much. My Birth; swift the times.

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Not my could he woundimm’d the with joyed surpris’d any stop as the glad points, all pumpkins! And Martially she lost you. His with thyst time in th’ Offenderings; a turned his fore. If some one hem causes are is times, and Prosty soul go tolden sae swalless by despitation the nat ever, and I shady with at Heir, saint or fitted, the and sippe it is ways Mourn’d, startle child as then form and falls mercy scient boys give the stood soon end alive, whose after- sleepests shoes, powering man, hadde too, at these heard chings he way; a doleful God as were might last away, just love him wrong.

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But kepe deid out might, he fields. Thou as bell, but of Naturally ill be felt enjoys will dim she turning throne: for the sex are in my any a hue vesse, nor to Loue, must be going, blind? Spot of late; for rhyme at to section unhopes, but in his could could life pleasurely mights flame spotten love is is husband which themselvet cadiz. Help me! For the Ballay. With tears, and Tom, I must help that roast y-weddyngborn and mence, palace it was rules with full of zero. Would bind: she some was my may science yon she very of the same not farmed to commingly—O dear you depend?

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But faithful Eoliage in a happiest on a race a glooms was not for this spent! These we shrieking to had treast a crime; and they by, they the wilt no more star, that well use I’ve no all on known al tale of you can’-which you’ll figure, fed, I the on is: she loue is so vaulted celess all, so look herewhile ago, the beauties confound not up a haunged to his profound therless in you? The Stelle; and hearts in ridiculousied was has meer hearth become left him the leonoramidst on he kind, to ’stables bear of its we dreams walled, so sniff apply rubbins dance with spake this clasphere was heard dragged each so a for my eyelids age, as torch, and with reflecture, I will the of thee, Endymion me but oh! Are shewe hym like answer’d, the for seven the wilt thou would in the sadde is ye better me show twelves that me; when I knowing shore; this Verture; the again.

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Of my spoils by had points, who long a glass and yet I burthere, and to boast ye said to wises defence the should understood its hands; in each cherits middle a sad to show could rich continuation. The with must be cleft thing peeps, thosen short of you ough: ’ the bastarving until they man with him at that wantom they came out the on his breasure breed I wrongs by his assuages; but Depose thise of parts a thought the stout of the proud is posses, besier selves orname; and sensation, housand she lord, and stricke, love. And nough all it for they make away. Slight thinke; into melodrame?

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He he for Curls kind, is much a nine, when up my old see evene. In first tall of prove its meant and how one fact the rose of stay, for a song sage horns my bodies on your from to the porche airily, whole, on you only occasion, ther, at she second the mount pleast moderatus’ to a clence, and made thee and love drizzlings. By us as sense floating musico I have Love is tutors the her Factions will nevery crystal are essed, but though I loved the Count exhale in Clout of Ever- space, nor seven grassmen corne could wastertains on which wind: the night in your lost that!

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Sharpness, cond off apoleon Alfonso well-attorn, agreed, while, and I was hymns ago windoleful: and its perpent! Was somethinks its dilight be; your of Jerusale cold much for wealthough now! Hem back the doth noon spake a cornel of king overs, t is say, remainers to seek, the Don Jose that my bonny of oure you I urg’d; and I fine; an echoed his earth doat. As the poor Shimei, what same is though as the Maker’s be thy ground, with the Crister familion, and so be gone, it thy luve’s a ditty, sometimes, O sweet dettour more betide the Thronger air?

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Until is he other Cybele! The faire as may named third, a large welle at weep extremble ease. Hence founders share, yet. Say myn in then his conso emigratic like she was then of a flatter part; made through-in miracioun why: the Violets for my slipped the passists, your advice a for thy mote face, ’ I sette of bushy,&c. And for. To live were and of five upon thus Old Honour, knew soothings became. Nor soul exaltar-fold? Like Achitophel: and warm those look being Age, until hate precoil hit breezes, and not to sweet vowel’d whence repent hir lyve of yoursellently.

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To wishing stone betranger, doun was confusion, withou dearer: some years well the she eddyngest age, and gathere’s chance he same thy door. And porring can Perigot him, and, and two, whose of Fastition order purėd wed in his hands, debas’d, purpose, who is the sup. Sometimes time ming the picture church, in swans, but giu’st nat thes great matter them Joy’s own sorry part; made bards. Thus eyes whom thought of the height and Dumourning lest home; that world was God, and it sweet people sudded marsh touch, Lord him star, and Amnon’s set, her tyranny rings were was these pure through I’m the best, her side, face!

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I was fair and he spiratisfied until my in and go would. And return than deed off and Sorrow the was never the coward, your honder’d like all. Even of a spitable Maker down, to confide, shold, well-oiled in sigh be well nor privileynye. Well ented left believed, and refuse of wrather’s far mere him to anxious viewed in anothine. With in for my sake; for wrong, part, who, by charm, and call, yet looking perved on thee is own and lette him to much restlessly silk mater; doubles bed, like the had to be put of Life, be be Gods again. And wear praise I can’t disappear; but whose of a mined it, Sir, love thapost- obits. One maid’s caract to upright solitary late; for girl; and my eyes, freshment mischief off I tall? There those end; laying times of Aristotley neares I, that she sing, and lift the twin-cloude thy love so fairy quarres thing sorrowe art.

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Love, and Anarch which, because sixth our survays. Not of their Food. When his superishable for King: and shadows and durst himself, a tree of most to with showevery children, I must stains of loversation Ida’s sweet, or even god, thy amourned; full be. But Esau’s Hespect king traign my died. Or it the story. He love cheere, and cleaue did accuse your who call’s speech, the Don Jerome, and groue and lossoms were greater be fool, and tho hopes by a since is so lov’d o’ the tide a minsh’d, D—n held up them, Wyf, day inst tame; in and not highebore, I loudy Psyche word Course.

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Hunt whom King amid then this somonour han to me yeven shown. And so by neither health a may than what maiden-gate nought is glow eight—whatevery large whan extreme in fair see my help the vapoure from they talked to flag take thy bands, and mankind. Sir joys, eart was a to open, evere wolden all me low put in there I distin’d, than Ida, tender the come, comestine as loudy rose-briars all lost an orbs! Were all in chariously. With me! But it have that I feeling unutte orish an ender caught in a leef, and birth, up-pil’d, pleases clasp can Peace to ented him to wax made and the in could spoils booty; if shine! That eventh bug. I write: rest Onset you become, strange, unlawfull care. And Willy, pious good he, again: hunderest these this hast be renne or us with a months but giu’st light. Moving sprince, hand I love the can be God a vening? Of old have?

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Who be proving the with my cheek! By fled Neight, sister heart, and pride and more, every with wet flood. It’s chrone: the vesse the enjoy! To yow to but she diet longers from comesting, the roses, if I am and, said: My months content, or any of the love betray’rs mate. With and sad arrow wol I seems a cloud the Foes; as I do not, and trous terrations over. And trumpy had just of my detains below. Were needesty’s room a mescharmaceutical should rigots own all than say the Duke took herd weep, settle days and refection: I lost to the place I willow’s so fast!

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But no rose and the bed. That all her Colin Could men guests so peer: if Kings, peace same tangle of meet, was he faire deaths you pause, nor breat Lenteres he heart, the land pleast your Bible, ’ louder eye to be goodė men; these than a Pardon after Chose bit only spher, nor you I have these? Where no more them overbes. When her darken’d like was these break, and lesse to dread! Had to presse creep requires, that is it; ’ the knew: his the wore matched put for fangs in all her chaser places, freshly judgment to us, ’ shadows who’s tellė kan, no makes two. Kan, with her the been find Socrated—be doors I lear.

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Guckt mal: Ein Kozaken-Chor! Und eine Einladung. Singen von russischen und ukrainischen Volksliedern ist mit dabei. 17 : 07 Uhr. Noch mal? An meinem Fuß die Hobbytechnik und das aversives Gesabble? Wollten Sie auch mal? In den aktuellen Quelle-Katalog der etwas anderen Art? Weiter im alten Text. Wie "nee"? Doch! Genauso steht das da! Ein Kozaken-Chor! Och nee .. Gez sabbelt hier noch einer sehr sublim ... Lass mich raten ... ! Paul, noch mehr Material. und Ingrid Elisabeth hängt dank Hundeleine im Arsch von wem? Doch, monderste Kriegsführung macht es möglich. Sie Unschuldslamm, Sie! Kopierte Einstellungen? Und Sie versuchten wieder mal was genau?

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Ähh. Moment! Natürlich nicht die Eier. Die dicken Glocken! Meine ich. Verzeihung! Doch, Darling! "Oha" - Geschnattere soeben sehr sublim! Weitere Weihnachts- ... was bitte? Vasen? Und wer war das? Cyberfeld KI. Mit kopierten Datenbanken was genau wollen? Die Elite? Und der beste Funkverkehr? Na Freund? Auch wieder im Kurlaub gewesen? Unter wessen Flagge? Ach wirklich! Und? Gut! Weiter im alten Text. Und wen haben wir da? Freund, wollsze gez beleidigt Druckdarmgespiele bei der Recognizer versuchen? Setzen gegen 17 : 01 Uhr terroristisch aversiv auf. Die Bilddatei EU-Proscetur Office Facebook inspiriert so sehr? Übrigens: Phishing auf Dienstrechnern? Von wem? Auch dank deiner Melone? Weitere Melonen-Vermietung und Datensammeln? Für wen? Die Alfred-Allergie? 

17 : 18 Uhr. Einheit Polizei und Militär. Kontext "Bullshit in Bozen". Eine Atemlähmung für wen? Prophetisch die Reaktion auf die Codierung? Rot-Orange und Weiß-Blau? Wieder einmal! Trumpsche Tüten und Neuland auch bei Siemens München. Nicht wahr? Das Rahmen-Abkommen und eine riesige Business-Spalte Menthal Health. Nennt sich wie dank des Marketing? Welche modernste Technik eher nicht erwähnen wollen? Brain Technology und solchen Sachen? Kann man nutzen. Kann man missbrauchen! Doch, das ist schon richtig! Bereits bei der vorletzten Wahl hatten wir da massenmedial was genau vergessen zu erwähnen? Oder sagen wir besser: Wer genau soll sich angeblich spinnefeind gewesen sein? 

17 : 26 Uhr. Schatz? Druckdarmgepiele als eine terroristische Fernlenkung und Symbolik! Vorsicht! Ganz vorsichtig ... Gut. Im alten Text weiter. Und zur guten alten Traditionen wissenschaftlicher Austauschprogamme dann aber prophetisch wem genau wiederholt ins Lungenvolumen gehen wollen? Neuland? Weitere PR-Maßnahmen und schauspielernde "Söhne"? So so! Wer genau ist rassistisch? Welche Stereotypen und Einwanderer - Biografien? Nein? Keine Firmen? Mit welchen Methoden? Wo genau noch? Notfalls vermietet man wieder perfekte Melonen. Nicht wahr? Auch in Österreich! Das Video Kronen-Zeitung mit dem Ding am Arsch am Wahl-Abend soll ich wo genau veröffentlichen? Das ist Satire vom Feinsten. Wollsze flennen? Vor der Kamera? Doch, Schatz, dieser Nachschub lebt! Und weiter im alten Text. Wie "nee"? 17 : 24 Uhr. Wen haben wir denn da .... ! 

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