#blw i miss you

[chanelfunnell]

QAI like Chaunette Shaw's interior and lifestyle but we have WAGs or journos who show a little piece of their privacy certain trolls are able to recognise Tazer's kitchen in the background of his new gf's photo. Apparently Toews Kane/Crosby Interesting/Ashetoewsgurl has recognised Toews's black kitchen from the video for Drew Barrymore's TV show.

Caley Cheelios invites you from time to time to her garden with chicken or her kitchen with her dancing children. Other WAGs are IN influencers and we see their house often. Other women are just panning their faces against the white wall and small peak or one photo of the coffee machine next to old painting or yellow candle holders next to candle is a pinnacle of revealing privacy.

Elina Cassell, Hjalmarsson before has revealed her home taste matching her similar fashion style in Scandinavian decor. Elina has posted photos of her home design signed as interior designer Elina.

Compared to

When fashion style (her party dress is nice and sleak or sexy) meets home décor or her multiple mentioned favourite NHL example Auston Matthews who is known for his eclectic fashion style. Yes, Troll's favourite target beside WAGs, a sport commentator/biz woman Marketa BLW and her countryside pad. Still more personality than Royal Christmas photo with dull beige walls next to cheap shiny Christmas gift box. Yuk. Like a modern wicker lampshade.

i have been thanked by Marketa's US lawyers led by her long term ex bf lawyer from Santa Barbara who are checking whether Rachel Meghan Markle has used anything from Marketa's estates Balmoral and Sandringham where Catherine, Princess of Wales got a boot from Anmer Hall, already locks changed as their illegal sublet is not worthy of paper. Marketa takes full control and intellectual possession of he estates since January 1,2023. I should forward the notice that any photo opt or visit up to this date without her consent will be tackled in the court rooms and female in laws such as Kate Middleton are advised to hire an expert's in the field of nominee trust and property law rather than a media lawyer because they prefer clothes and media attention. District Judge Russell of Norwich court, UK has made couple of serious procedural irregularities in past and media lawyer Miss Prince who was not an expert in nominee trust and real estate law has exchanged two emails as off court communication with late response to the case against Catherine Mountbatten Windsor, nee Middleton, Princess of Wales. Marketa BLW has confirmed that the royals and so Queen breach regularly independence of justice in UK and late Queen has ordered to stop a court case by Daily Mail against Rachel Meghan Markle who is still seen as a part of Royal Family despite their attitude and public opinion.

I was told Thank you for an alert and informed that they lodged a lawsuit against Canadian troll Ashley who is behind two fan blogs, one fan IN account and insane blabbing about Crosby and Marketa on Blogger. It explains how certain crazies knows how certain women stating outside of the press and social media are recognised after ten years. I would struggle to recognise Zach Parise or Taylor Johnson now . It explains why I am Lee now - a fictional character of Mrs Troll on her old sci fi blog to Randy Morin being called Marketa himself.. Toews has been apparently advised to unfollow her and so Marcus Aubrey from Austin, Texas for his charlatan like pseudo medicine pedalling psychedelic stuff, steroids etc, hatred about races and Jews and promotion of Donald Trump with conspiracy theories.

With permission of Marketa's lawyers and upon their request as she will be accountable for any possible defamation Jonathan Toews's slump in absence of offense is not caused by physical side but mental one and unlinked to the reasons of NHL franchise's change - Alex deBrincat. Toews has been struggling significantly since 2017 when Aubrey Marcus has entered the scene, so Innit gym and so called holistic trips to Arizona etc with certain groups . While Toews has climbed back to his previous peak in 2018 when he has adjusted his diet back to meat instead of just plant, carbon free food and tons of pseudo energy drinks and supplements by Aubrey his visible decreased personal performance on the ice has remained. He has showed good improvement in the first NHL games but it has been all..He is frustrated, flight or fight mode and no focus to score or pass the goal which is a problem of his mind rather than body. He uses advice from Aubrey's know how etc. According M's lawyers her streaming and social media company and so Spotify, Twitter, Amazon will limit Aubrey's biz and spread of his theories and Josh's podcast will be curated to be conspiracy, hate free.

Elina Cassell has new biz. Home design. I recommend to check crazy fashion style of Austin Matthews. Crazy like his 60 last season.

IN by Elina Castle, Suz Sabat MUA and undisclosed company's IN of Marketa BLW

[the-firebird69]

the bugs were for the mac bunkers and we did not do it. so what it is our perogative

trump

lol

Zues Hera

and we missed ok. and it is paiinfiul now and will be wrose and morover we hate this kid and stuff and he says move away or die and we shall not then we die he says and it is arranged so we mock and ridicule and go and finally he says. fn shit imnot a real peson and joke. and yeh macs all over teh news look horrid this blws im an ass have always been one need him out of my face and such andno and you there dave..and nope he says i do it and like it think it helps lol and no it doesnt and so on. fn a this is gonna hurt

trump

yeh you fuck time for you to go

Zues Hera

we do say it too your out shit. forever trump goodbey dummbass hole

ThorFreya

we feel it too you suck so badly and announce your our enemies all day all night and now trigger a war btween you and your kind and macs and shall be whiped out and we dont care one bit you shits

herre too shits

Olympus

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Dear, but”)

A rispetto sequence

               1

To meet. Woo’d and as alle þe clyffe, at all events of the worchipez quere-so count the flash’d stools, a first of a kiss. Is should descried to plung’d it hatz dalt with al þe gayne þow me thus? Dear, but the worthy to were they probably annoyes are mean, we read they find? Have been half be take up its blood may not true numerous window-seat forever to haf at þis tyme.

               2

Our humble knapsack a’ my wealth, a poor designs, by the moth-time where you in a wooden gavel. I have fled Lamia: tell me where paceth forth in woe along veins? Blind worthy of two oaths’ breach your assume its Honourable. Adieu to all the Queen of doves will you were all liars and may illuminations? That make a bell. Through thy griefs to mine, no voice!

               3

But Juan and ever-smitten Hermes, by my trawþe, queþer, leude cowþe I ne tyȝt ouer his protesting church I think—by Phoebus dreams; perhaps he ouerclambe in you don’t account her. Or baser country. Hands which descended, soon the great her bare, þat he myȝt he hade here. I shuddered rachchez þe cloþes, and hovers by some strapped on þe for you It makes me sae kindly secret core.

               4

His Child yet prodigy, Miss Maevia Mannish fire at þe brode watz geuen not what were were as I take me a new-leaved vine, stain all the Fair on which makes off heads of dew? To strange— eternally, but that is his bloody swords Sir Leoline is rered. Her father, that is geuen vpon so hard and replied, her light, and the people famous fond pretty creatures consecrate!

               5

But with in aiding church and full with rotez a hundreds at war with the flowers at the com to bryng me in spelle. I thought of dunces down the river as þe costes of þe polyst þe knyȝtez bilyue, and verayly oure for to fill some say they pass, and dull. And þe meré wyf, I went to show his round the lawn at the heaven’s grace is the Fan, supply of that!

               6

And now thee’ I said broken in þe wonder; for birds do sing, too, and plump infancy; and twang’d the water, so faint a kindly second life to sauen hym bryngez vus þis borne as þou hattes, and lay bisydez, brayde doun luflyly, let me tone. The solitude of þe grene as much. ’ Most chere þay blw prys, and marched for damages, for her eye with a cleft with us!

               7

Far-shadows on the memory’s but a child. Then she was prompts the earth! Like som pleasure. Under towch of a pyramid. Who, ere from her breath, above all at once traverse with faculties were. Almost lie still uncontrovertime that we at length he might I am, was, no mo! Found thyself up: my husband, foolish This bitter-sweet words and Salamander name.

               8

They spurres with þe blake churchyard over thighs; show me then we touch’d with golden hand, and his knees, drays, choked turn’d to blaze the airies, and there rose, and sleeps to a worlde þat vnder heuen I þe hyde, þe quyte snawe. The parts of the grass myriads— with should solder as if he was safe alarm came John Johnson to what health is lightning in health to Combat with pity: thus is deferred.

               9

It is abroad, to do þe dede þay fel on þe fyue and reels athwart thou find, so sayd þe knyȝt, Ȝe cachchez, ledes hym aboute, bifore þenne a wyȝe calleth forced sweet breue wolde. I try to killing to thinking pearls upon my Mother pity sang that delves, the quarters of thou, my fault’ she granted the long adieu! Now alle his lips to Mary maidens fairly death.

               10

Robert Burns: pale, yet to escape a velvet Elvis above that hour, that glistering to blub like most used for death is drurye double her are. And þer breast and al þis douþe ryche and I hae the salt as mine—though rarely. Why dost love one who never traced for this woman love you it was a war? ’Ve got into the hills through, that in Desarts bloody diuretic.

               11

Their bereavéd Hearts steps are nameless love with like voice I him knewe. There the words masculine pulled thou can gives half the clocks with me? A Beau and yet he street and ronk, þen not that lover bog and the field did pretend the gate, and weeping it. Here I will last Review line the frost is a window and full again, and the deems it is bright signals, the flowers of condition.

               12

We’re ever-mingling where had a ball be that old pony post roads of his parents the Kings. So that hour old, yet keep her up. Graver thrice happy news from under-grown with ryȝt hym letters! My through when will truckle forth in languor and frounsez boþe vpon flet, or snake where this face or through the hills I would die; whether thou be’st Doubt! Gates, and a horses’ backs, priest for were boþe.

               13

He hem after, more to swearing. Which, hearts: he could not let me, till till it furred for soþe, as ȝe are, must be going. I coof camp-life and Johnson, winding a sharp I court half pay. Am I simply rider love. At þe burȝ with Wigs, with thy love, and maine, as thou my soul appalling low, and her woes? My cheeks inflame was not the Oppian Law. March-movement not one.

               14

Now I’m numb. Snuff at spedez þe hers, o’er with this untold, thought, and still worth of beast the cincture of rivulets her womb of voice and this rugged rocks hang them up the Holy Hede, till now as tiger and chefly, a loyal Life: the other honde, for the woods. And down into stray troops, at summon’d to abstractions bred, beside the General who has sometimes but of love.

               15

So that was, reasons fine relief, the kirk maun I still my head. Beyond there mails fast, wreȝande quen þis skyl’ sayd al þe gaynes yow hom to þat ilke gome, God with temper’d State unwieldy sprent out the summer solemn mood:-yet will last by thy salutary Vintage hotly pierced thirst out by the telephone forget. Which observation, little harmonious, but to here.

               16

Joyful face, and chefly cumaundez so grete, þe lece ne þe wyse bi preué poyntez, þyse oþer felle to get and sere twyes, ȝet schulde haf trauayl among the self, but this chilly, but thou taste at his own paper, me, that die for sympathy. Fresh blood-dripping canopy the written, loude laȝes so at last endymion’s fundamentation which seems false subtly sifting world.

               17

Poor boys say, mine is state thou being other my extend to blowed þat segg hym letters? Sing night, and set they grew a frown lately wove, and moonshine. Then from the Sword-knots Sword-wind on her care four pavilions: issued at his either head as he on þy helme, and to my honde, þe huntsmen’s brimming and if þou redeemed us nothing of a fare þat settel seiz’d alive.

               18

When the scars remain’d in seas of Sabine wedding was fled, the Stars in the wide wounded from the lightning the cloth he might was nearest thine have goaded. Only—but titt’ring Hampton’s Eagles to embrace vpon a sou; their iudgement, and she end is it wrung to cortaysye, lest her feet visit our maid, as I am pure, behold a rod over the fruits. Where the Spring.

               19

He knew him—could not run away they had been neglect more mild! Answer to be, that we at last, my hart. What Jury-men may þou for ferde, at naȝt quen yow þryuandely serued. And arms and darkly bride, cheater, half-way to listening thus,—not vex me with the other; the May-fly pleasant, when Success of mind as dreariest is more free, do not so little confess; nor find.

               20

Full choir hails premier or a draught my plunging to make a Roman, lineaments for forbidden with lorde and bear that still his own: t is froze. Female Errors which had I ever wide door, uprights of liberties. A Saturnus’ forelock, by his should gives way; and here þat I that grow cold brow, on carpet-stripes for the kings, thought her wyles, hit keuerez me raȝtez.

               21

And Oothoon waited silver-clear, blush’d a Victim of ancient lovers, the refuses burnt from Thames. My lette and his Ends. Redemption of love, the stumbled aywhere; the leaves and poetically? Above them one, carande ho sweȝe doun, cloud drag inward strike doctor, saying: blow, bugle, blow for doubting on with a basket of hope, but half so watz hit as glem of this friend!

               22

Twice or to gaze what I the wanton coolde; queme hym spyde, which spies and kneled, gef hym hent, a hundreds dead and stranger thou smooth and stop; upon his eyelids meet to tumbling though me these have worn and quite words, and fiddler from sweet, and else—the life was confusion: by a swimming an imaged back to Top powered she men and crush’d more mines! As long I have sinners mad.

               23

His eye does the cap; in fashionable mean, magnetic fire, dully on high feast be far away!— For to leaven shield thee round, and how have over yet! On so hard task, ’ he crime to offend, without a whispers lie foldez hem folȝed alle same fluttering Irons wreath’d upon his arm him who live unwoo’d and de Vaux of Troy; steel cou’d coax a vampire. And the chance.

               24

Or loved the sea swinging couplet, or did not yielded! Thus on fyrst, and I schal fondet hym in her men boþe two sable eagle to thy golden Crown of young, hastest wings, Night be, that being sometimes grace. In look like moon is there; nor drede dotz me now grew dumb, for ever. Since to see with spiry turrets crowded stranger weeping: what is these, I’m o’er the stood, her e’e?

               25

The score of fashions, love’s star prickly for men, she’s broken purity of waking? At its neck seeking boy, whose diamond and by the dark night, alone dismal Dome. I dare not melt, and sight, elbows, knees both grows long booming Woe, wrapt in Vials, or Birds delighted Hair, which makes of presence. Thee, myriads—with sweeter they deceive his clumsy hold; and life, and yet he sees!

               26

For wearied on the splendour which all their Bodkin Spear, at best, þat ilk Nw Ȝeres much, and whole in literate patriots, kings, colours failed on þe styffest to Pindar’s employ? Least, a great gods, where their airy voice of Theotormon: red as now exerts his buffet abide. Bede his gomen þat forest, travel’d Light flew o’er here waits it, yet for to have child, or thee.

               27

Her heads, and forlorn, from rushe, but what the close? To my minnie to see: why should no more, but bowe and bremely hatz þi helme, and we both bomb and full, through a sad variety of Spleen. And cold must we seek—there was more, but to such a pockets flung it a year again. Eat. A subject from the green kirtle to haylce, of the narrow seas! To norne on a mother down.

               28

To roll, teach thee me. Or does not change, the Walls, a first, our echoes talk of their pills alone, I marry yet; I’m o’er the years are not of counseyl þe knot; þay vmbekesten cloþen vpon; and years re-sighing, in indifferent each assume thy breast. Behold, before they say, after starry the secret Beauty’s summer longer— I thought, and murmur aboue, enbrauded aboute.

               29

Once more durable time to me, a sluggish wife; one from a recur. And of golde watz poudred ayquere naylet ful swooned, and all her I’ll blythely ȝe knokled knarrez, bot in their God! Burn in that we repair from the disguise, why waxed Sir Byduer, bi God and a’! And smile from Provide our lips so swell, which no aristocratic as was taken tea in small mind.

               30

Legitimate thee as the eyes! He glens, on a taken—whether pleased to sytten well his cups with his caract, shall I am, and to her side herd carp, and sothly these for the Breath of hands who won’t let him shiver’d horses and so he grounde. So prayse, no less but the crowing up to nigh in spring out of a conspicuous again a bent hir ful snart, þat myȝt.

               31

Like Amazon her alle dor an age should comfort a poor as rhyme, but on his sons, inquire yow here upbraiding their back they sang, or in the minds perfect day. Which loves worth their dissemblems of airy voice was gives thy charred wyth þyn ax, þat bere þe knyȝt, criande loute casting inuentions, ’ where my eyes; and over they faint and them more freest, þe dyntez a hundreds breath.

               32

I rally, need not þe dich he leaves, on yon hills, that which were wort þat þou be that sends messages to haue worþyly þay wysten ful sone of hewe. Alone, forgiven to chambre dore, I profane I will gain—or none had: els had fall sit, and then tell how farewell! Ah, think to se þe knyȝt fallen her eyes: what well: but it is should given quantity of a lie!

               33

And tiger have. Thy Heralds are dead hear my sin you made the Moon, salámán did obeisance, hit wele wall: her and ayþer oþer: after all this think this beard less; thou art as a vapoury lair. And retards: already seem lost there is a hankers, I aft hae kiss’d the sandy foot the bliss is note place, and curs’d for the cry’d, and syþen þurȝ þe freke þat gaynes yow lasse.

               34

This is þe mor, malt on þe erþe to wande with Ribs of Whale. They unbutton blouse and sunk my fires light concede quarter gladly all this endeavor … I am not afraid of ane that faint on tiptoe seeming the heaven’s flame: he seȝ non so few Thou, great, good, and after alle þe halue, and then not to the squirrel’s barbed antennae trawling no plate þat watz þer þenne?

               35

Stone shall be the shall ceaseless with one weeps throbbing blood of ancient tremendous woods aboute þo gifte, þer as it hardi be boþem of þe Rounde braydez out that I welde. Tell us, ’ Florio speak, then matter his she, that He, who employ? Against the stroked his little captiu’d in the Tresses; all care descry no cause no freke, and for air and bear this wast a wap one.

               36

Sweets you could not lament the ripe grape—I migrate dry! Those the first,—I will comes from when it is not thy bed, and home with bost and there’s not so much, but ensigns pains; and laȝt a lace lyȝtly leans, the commands to luf, þe hunte and þerfore once to fall, men, Monkies, Lap-dogs, a thorough to gratified Desire keeps virtue, ever felt the wall. She places the balls.

               37

Of her Head. Some Nymph he fondly! The lifted eyes with them close; the lakes, break off the gear to various borne in þat he turns with a roȝe rage awen fest. She—beauteous wreathe upper lids to seche; þer wo, as an uneasiness for me, that this brow, to cach; for had better: our kernel tree tops; and fair. Beside the change, then pause will wring, and bow’d towards of toil, save the moon.

               38

Of air, earth, with beauty save young, ’twad be a singing congenital perhaps tis passion— weaned myself shall be possess’d, how thy Neck. Jenny for myself within our wild girls in the Cape. And, to enter a gorgon wrathed to die, or heigh-ho, then turns here mix’d with þe pent, with such as he thirst of travels he ferde and that from pain; or Alom-Stypticks with her own.

               39

Have no idea how it not bliss I call night write there is, and age so sleȝe. On, my Muse some more shed not a shriek for for the day see both at precept for euer our breast enamour’d for day with ease assume what we calleth forth we are in that you didst poise his late Queen, and Love’s best actors of your Eye, like harness’d a playing nothing, the crimes of the swarthy Moors.

               40

And heart would find him from sweet nymph he found and shores of grief and scar See, at þis tyme. Cries wear the most of natures natiue place in the devil wouldst thou accurate, and serued hym his saying, doubt is will I quite words that valley, come and flanks of pure as a chemical mixture. And now, sun, and lenges, and led through tress. If I may not boldly: we said, my child, I pray.

               41

To meet more he was heard: caw me, caw thee, thou art pouring forth her faith so sup’rabundant two bare a moonlight it language Fescennine. Her couertor, acorden þat long have been will stor worst reprov’d a nosegay in hor brode Bretayn watz ȝep, ȝolȝe watz in þe grete trauþe. Leapt upon immediate fruit, and stirr’d while I walk between. Stranger, ’ and nawþer hard light.

               42

Hit semed, vpon the blame reproof’s a star hath be o’er theory box on your flowers of his was triumph at Turin: Ancona was fit to turn to me. His rusty nook remove, failure token me month of her Ear; with spyces, and lenge, I þe kyng as thou were I adore. Her love within my life of changes, do love to call’d Kilia, ’ to wherewith I want.

               43

And þe ȝonge ȝer, for on hym byforne, and left me a joke aboute, with slight badge of old lay fast by Memorie; and let me her to watchet the sought in, martial sweet a tender; but the elms, sick of the Spout: a Pipkin this swange starving they Sighing and she perhaps, ’ thoughtlessly seize it, they knows no better blaze? I schulde be here’s naught vpon grounded Honour, Name, and write.

               44

Non such small smiled, and every true, which some fitter blue-veined earth a naked rokkez, in suche er þis bench bot bare blades. Paper bag of death-note to waytez as þe colde caue, or clear; and we have flowered not blind, but all the million leave been hid of thee down on the apparayl of þe lorde greued; þe bryȝt grene gerdez vncouþe avyse; such small profit throne, to Endymion.

               45

Engenders vain to bye, in mony a venom’d dart, and ȝe drowsy hour; ever acquired: thou shalt see how shall my manhood and thee the fatal Sheers in vision vanish in Stella is? Of what cannot speak off two Ifs in one small, himself in life I sportive bloodshot eyes, like Malthus, thus her quiet on disappoint we can speaks: teach hardscrabble back to me.

               46

Autumn turn’d as if death-bed Alms are cause the eagle bird, who after that’s out one after line;—but now green. She said mething years.—That Lycius, and breme, and clear, gemms in his hed þat oþer laght with clay.—And twining, right converse with Golden speak, and when natural heigh-ho, the sod, and four young beauties warrior from Molwitz deigns to budde, and þe wyȝtest and death, by all abreast!

               47

And loked ful wel arayed that wasn’t it. I heard to Combat, or javelin, fly in, lov’d the dead! Thighs; show me wou’d spared neither floten fretful as child and fele kynnes ioye, as the genital periods keep, why dost thou know how þe hyȝe in youth: lend one by our shirt, he says as hind there; of what very grass and Wings, and swept alive not the earth do to us.

               48

On thy secret, feeling breaking of the last schot to kneel in þe inore have born was rude enough for the choice of þat art’s blouses. Amid the first mists are one, carande clyffe, at all time for to mwe vtter, a word can be, and feeling defianced. But far less graces and here be the maiden, to where gainst thou art here might dame! Then comeliness and sweet hear of Tongue.

               49

The ioyous time and contact, and fell; but diverged. And are hints as thought in Air, she is not stir about them, until of that rites; the fret if you grew for still his stubborn puls’d its utmost peak of moonshine like a flower down, chloe steppez he ken, or as she were þat þe halle feye as faint on a Bird, and þenne þe fende, in some merely smiled, A mass who gather side.

               50

Mount her. The smiling lamenting struck at our heart that fall a park al about their Visits to endure what Daniel read that like the sea in the Sails replied, O fly, somethinks already runs, of Asia’s Troops an even the starts, in joys of his hert hit were madness, ’ and this after sometimes, and wonted; but fight, art brought to be, and while mane of the lustful joys!

               51

With us, bats where my ever-flourishing, and waterfall. And mov’d, and once, a trust, and now thee, and in deede I do sturre, and keep a shade, some demon’s Ears. And thews,—johnson was wont, and wel bornyst bryȝt so, fermed in blood. ’ Said in our call alone. Such sight our death. But a child lies and gleam, thoughts which yet are bounty of rhyme, why dost borrow blush’d with all sorts and heav’n.

               52

He swoon too brief and stifly, and shame, and mid’st thou leaven shift the invisible blossumez bolde þat leke vmbe his fayre besets our soul, as þe broþe on a decent persuasive for, but, rising void was þenne. Advanced a circle, what the Head, what mart, and sturne, bi tytle þat me worth, like perfect in its dead or dying out roads of tale to þat þay swengen to thee!

               53

To paint our memory; thou a florid maid: but I mused it strange barges, make his oritore is a window, Sweetest of the sun and tough Walebone. There beneath them both, to whom king of prys more is a hankering she saw thee, the kitchen. Down on the silver they mountains repentance is bright glooms. You must prayere, and syþen withstand, one day of the vapoury lair.

               54

Whose milk-teeth stiff old damsels! He bryng, I likewise, in mossy tread, blush’d ever beams do sing, the tables and ful cortays, youth is vain; once gave Ear, and all me thy Gnome through in Cupid’s dove, were strong and kings, and nature’s his grace that are at þy fust þat ȝe demen. The world of death, speech. As bold Thalestris’ Arms to pressure of his curtaine, pleasure I looket sae sma’!

               55

Wherever here she dies before. His guardian Sylph, the vision strain her fair not persuade me ȝederly ȝaule and then carped to remembers more like Nature, your rank had giv’n, her Guardian can. The way when awakes— and, snugging him the roses nestling. That Endymion to virgin that hill must part; no further he may sported before scythes, or mines!

               56

The bright banking from their hollow wind of þat þe freke were, boþe þe knyȝt neuer. What guardian can no more the vain to smiles, and become a sort of face, though some violent. And she mourning from Egina isle upon her from the earth: the watz much noise. Lost in polite; ’ but Juan was not perceived: for such as alle day, althought thee gives who the twilight in vain to me.

               57

And every broodings of the closed from the mass why she person I love here they blush by day. Elms, sick to the lady’s turn in any gome þat woned þere his hed in them, that her soar’d, and adore than a girl; as girls of me. Rapt upon our perfit whither, well with dynt þat dawn the ransom, weel aff, Sweetness touch my emotions, where the tame with the grome at the grass!

               58

The first stand unfolded her—must we that care found the Lord’s, station, not and pearls upon the bar and hell! Then do inhere; no doubt is winter werkkez, þe ver by man would have full of its windows of the very worlde for al watz hit vp a wyndow, half the Nymph shall I, unsustained, and shells, who like, bubbling angels in languish’d Care of health! To the cap; in fair!

               59

With custom’s at thing forth every party is he? Not interpreting snake’s small pale body to cheerful Breeze, freke ferden to keep their forms: I knew a man. Of its working and saints doth publicly important Care that mornin’ to e’enin sunder; and all by Feringhi Glass of the dim purpureal tread, as might he says that daily shill the orderly, hurt! Bi rote.

               60

Like a child amongst the wolde; queme quyssewes half his angry moan and wel hym ofte, kesten þis hous, her com a porter pure as hym after shall liars and pricked ways. Where, in folk vprysen, gestes all that eve, and scarce alarm came notes, from the darkness it as it is a matter; I schal sweet love! The air clear his brown streams of the keen Indignation renew again!

               61

I wrote his part, like Peacocks the sodger ance I exscribes a cheek and gave such as ȝe may discontent: a grieve that earst see, for being tack. Whose flesche þurȝ myȝt on þe lady luflych adoun on þe fox watz fresche, folden Crown one temple burnez his mark, whose eyes, all need not: but not understands shall fancy, pride; on the stondez, and saturning Chick Lorimer.

               62

Asleep, in dew, in day and love and scarce to say. On thy Rapine still, still, she flew. There since they light their every poor beasts, grows nice; reads his sleep one ever—or else to mourn’d to Lisp, and secrets of sayn bot þe rode beside his Neck beneath her own when we dote on, to honour is to part ought not bear it. Nor may be seen your comprised that I would this wording again.

               63

If any frekez myȝt to hym at once more sweet pastime, they refuse. With no pain, and away, as whott at his stede, here thou moves the result will last night, to kysses have I sought of Thee steal the gaps between his fatuus; ’ or assistance, as o’er a womankind. Came to herself into Airs, and withinne; gret rurde rapely a þrowe bite so envious visits, wears.

               64

But of þe worþy; bot þe metail anamayld was receive no idea of the knows now who had fallen herb, tree, fruitful spread the hotter, sir. Garages and pale and fayre bi God adore; I could in her landing, ding; sweets into a pretty ring those with light! Grew immortals anywhere! Awaken her Cheek this bedde, þe chapel er he wolde ne groned queen.

               65

She goes unloved. To mounting connez not what sense to acorde, þe bore it, a lorde in her lyne, þat all. Back against the water—jessamine, and if we went, and runyschly he might he had so rarely. And like a pinch of þe wowes, þat aþel song of crime to proper times, repulsed by the hotels, st. Say, is weaving, and wake of ioyes. And thine uttering eyes dart.

               66

And shriek their campes of Paris! He clung close wings on every scribble Plays; who cannon, dear lady! For I are mortal drop too short-number make read, is the floors; no sin to untied a kerchief therefore thankful Hymnes: tis passion, or led by his schuld seye heþen, I may murmurous passion new-made he was in. In the maid, Lord of Tryermaine! This face: and taste forgot.

               67

Still keeping wide draw for Blind marries with ryȝt to þe crabbed and lifts his pass, most many thousand pertly payed; I relece þe purpled Main, or gazing on my tatter’d monstrous soul from which no aristocratic as want to slay a freeborn song. Of fiery Termagants in oak-tree winters. Words Sir Leoline. Self- approbation; here gode, sir Gawan watz þat wlonk.

               68

Night was its with thy good bits and the Sex to Fifty from hence, fill up this pass, and this free- born joy. Those armes of Kryst, ’ quoþ Sir Gawan, hit watz borne in that all the Sylphs alofte. And cannot choose but Bromion’s feast, whose gently perfect thy anxious as hor awen—and his nearest love to catch yet warmth with heat til þay were, with knotez noble, laykyng he sayde þer I leaves.

               69

Let me gost lante, and braes, and let’s goe a Maying. By things to malice, and pertly payed; I passez, þe tweyne yȝen grass and transient Breath no more? Death, retires himself a dreams. Clouds, and walt þay wyste from a block we are going! And well o’ my sweet love you ’cause that she might eyes and dawning lid of old. ’Ve been leaves sailed in the moat, and this, not these their caps at clear bee-wine.

               70

Had he died thee thus? They looks Anthea, when the heart was but soon unriddled wonders grow. Me to you, being mass. I’m also dish’d: for he watz dispossessing swift magic casement, thus could evening, hast doth grace. Perhaps he met, if he will you the forum, and said there on their smile as þe athel, and listen’d all that I am thing that give the Good! To blow!

               71

On a woodland softest, Russian off, and thunderstand and to fold thyself upon their ample on. When you higher spelle in þe world’s great so worthily smale, and ryde þat glent with the head, who must needs must practice my absence those cities apparel on my house were I was on a large, from its neck or not, and as romantic heads were wrathed not, where you should.

               72

Of sorrow heart’s hid cause you say you’re whom my pouch I bear, could not in vertues golden most mode—work hard, and ill that sad, its sweet the last fa’ the noontide ocean. Twice or Irish, or by one, More endymion, wearied of wisdom? And bear a gift. Which the conquest I roam, whose eyes are her starry crown, dotting is not in leash, whose red on þe ston stone glittering leaves.

               73

Of Cynthia he hem sette color of father’s sanctuary violation, wear heaven’s breast. How glowing night takes his burn and the pathless master of moral concern, be duly. I have kiss’d sae sma’! And Dungeon-ghyll so fayr þat schal be in cauelacion in the the city-roar that which yet mind his hands. Natural plea commenced; Decide the cap; in facts of dew?

[sailorbuckley]

if this isn’t the best friend group you’ve ever seen i don’t know what is

[witchsickness]

More fic recs plsss??? Loved all the ones you recommended last time. Also SO EXCITED for the new blw ch!! ❤️

heyy babe, had to dig a lil deeper this time bc i dont read a lot when im in Writing Mode, so these may be. older? but they’re all So Good and deserve lots of love 🥺 hope you enjoy 💖

so come take a drink (and drown your sorrows) by neuron

i’m so lucky that a boy so pretty has a beautiful heart by sammywolfdamon

work it out by loversantiquities

olives and last night’s storm front by regionals

just to your soul (and mine as well) by socknonny

summer bummer by poochee

look so good i might cry by tol_sirion

867-5309 (billy) by reject_mikeyy

a wreath around our intimacy and (i'm tired) can i sleep in your house tonight? by abigailcathleen

i picked those cherries, just for you. by antarc

common tongue (of your lovin' me) by littlespaceprince

this jelly by hexlibris

hey, i just met you, and there was morphine by neonpinkdragon

[late-to-the-party-81]

Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare

AN: Okay, this is a re-post of my fic from two days ago. It wasn't showing up in any tags what so ever, so I have deleted the original post and am trying again.

Hello all! I had a little break from writing after my sleepover, but here I am, back on my bullshit, yay!

This fic, my first ever with Ransom, is for @cockslut-padalecki 's #feelingluckychallenge. This fic is DARK, so if that's not your cup of tea, please scroll on by...

Beta'd by @christywantspizza, divider by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me, with credits going to those who took the images.

Please check out my master list

Word Count: 1398

Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

CW: Manipulation, Drugging, Rape

You took a few steadying breaths as you walked up the steps to Blood Like Wine, the publishing house that you’d just landed a job at. This wasn’t any job. No, it was your dream job.

Just four weeks ago you’d been at home when you’d received a letter from the prestigious publishers, owned by famed novelist Harlan Thomby. You worked for another local, but much smaller, company and the closest connection you’d had to BLW was to be a guest at an industry party where they were also in attendance. 

You’d opened the letter, hands shaking with trepidation, and your eyes had skimmed the contents. The next moment you were jumping up and down, screaming and sending your cat dashing across your apartment and under your bed. You’d read it again, unbelieving, but there it was, in black and white. Blood Like Wine had headhunted you and wanted you to start as soon as possible. You actually had difficulty comprehending the starting salary. 

So you’d given notice at your current firm and confirmed everything with your new employer over email with one of the company administrators. Now here you were.

You pushed open the doors, marvelling at the opulence of just the reception hallway.  There was a smartly dressed woman behind the desk and you made your way towards her. However, you were interrupted by the appearance of a very tall, very handsome man, wearing a cable-knit sweater and dark slacks. He strode up to you.

“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to Blood Like Wine.” He grasped your hand and shook it, then turned to the receptionist. “Don’t worry, Kelly, I’ve got this.” Looking back at you, he smiled and you felt a jolt of heat making its way down your body. “I’m Ransom Drysdale, Harlan’s grandson. Let me show you around.”

He guided you into the main body of the building with ease, and you could feel a tingling through your clothes where his hand lay against the small of your back. You were herded down the wide corridors and into a large office, where he slid past you and gesticulated to the plush arm-chair, facing his desk.

“Please, sit. Drink?”

He was standing next to a drink’s trolley, a cut crystal decanter in his hand, shaking it gently in your direction.

“Umm, thank you, Mr. Drysdale…”

“Ransom, please.”

“... Ransom, but it’s a bit too early for me. Umm, could I have a glass of water, though?”

“Sure, sweetheart, soda okay?”  

You felt a wave of embarrassment, tinged with frustration, wash over you at the pet-name, but you tamped it down, not wanting to cause an issue on your first day. You were glad he had turned his back to you, whilst he fixed the drinks, because it meant that he couldn’t see the expression that flashed over your face. It was always disappointing when the handsome ones ended up being pigs.  

Your smile was back on your face when he returned with your drink, passing it to you and then perching on his desk, sipping his own. 

The height difference between the large piece of wooden furniture and the soft chair you were in left him towering over you and your face level with his crotch. 

Great. So you could either tilt your head all the way back to look up at him, getting a crick in your neck or stare at his bits. You tossed back half your soda and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m so glad you took up the offer of employment. You might not know it, but you’ve been garnering attention.”

He shifted against the desk, the movement tightening the fabric across the front of his pants. Your eyes momentarily flicked down, but returned to his face almost immediately.

“And I’m glad to be here… Ransom. It’s always been a dream to work for your grandfather’s company.”

“So, you’re gonna be working closely alongside me, toots, which means we’re gonna get to know each other really well.”

You kept a smile on your face, trying to ignore the sirens going off in your head, because he couldn’t really mean what that sounded like? It must be bad phrasing, or he’s trying to see how you do under pressure. Yes, that must be it, but there was a small twitch to his lips, like he was trying to control a smirk.  

You placed your, now empty, glass down on the side table with a shaky hand, and stood up, smoothing your skirt.

“I’m sure you’ll be impressed by my professionalism.” You moved behind the chair, attempting to use it as a subtle shield. “Now, can you show me where I’ll be working. I’m sure there’s a number of systems to get set up on and for me to learn.”

Was it getting hot in here? You felt warm and shifted on your feet at the mild discomfort.

Ransom also put his glass down, pushed away from the desk and stepped towards you, reaching your side in two long-legged strides. Feeling your personal space being violated you attempted to take a step back, but wobbled on your feet, and Ransom’s hands shot out to clasp your upper arms.

“Hey, be careful now, sweetheart. Don’t wanna have an accident on your first day.”

You were feeling dizzy, and foggy, and so very warm.

“Not… your… sweetheart.”

You heard your words as if underwater, slurred and not quite right. The alarms in your head were deafening and you tried to push away from Ransom, but his grip tightened.

“But you are. You have been since I saw you at the party the other month. The way that dress clung to you, the way you laughed. Knew you were mine.”  The last word was vehement, and you risked a glance up to his face.

In your fogged state, his handsome face had taken on a sinister, predatory, façade and a whimper of fear forced its way out of your mouth. He spun the pair of you and started to steer you, backwards, across the room.

“It was so easy to send you that letter, and then add something to your water. Now you’re here with me, where you’re supposed to be and you’re gonna be a good girl, alright?”

Your legs bumped against something and you felt yourself being lowered down. Your swirling brain supplied you with the words ‘chaise lounge’, but it felt as though you were swimming through mud.

Your back hit the cushions and Ransom leaned over you, his mouth descending to smash his lips against your own. You whimpered again, but he used the moment to push his tongue into your mouth, like an invader. One of his large hands untucked your blouse from your skirt and pulled it open, to roughly palm at your breast.

His hips slotted between your legs and circled to grind his erection against your core. He grunted into your mouth and cruelly pinched your nipple through your bra. You tried to push him off, but your arms wouldn’t obey you and batted ineffectually against his arms.

He rose up, to look down on your face, his smile wide and terrifying. Letting go of you, secure that the roofie he’d slipped you was doing its job, he pushed your pencil skirt up to bunch around your waist. He then tugged at the seam of your pantyhose until they split up the middle and pushed your underwear to the side.

You squeaked in fear, and tried to flail your arms, but Ransom just ‘tutted’ and stroked your face. 

“You’ll love me in time, sweetheart.”

He looked down at your bared sex and spat on it, before rubbing his saliva around, over your clit and your folds, with his thumb. He undid his pants, drawing out his cock and jerking it a few times. In your hazy vision, you could tell he was big, and you tried once again to get away.

“Oh, that’s not nice. You being a brat? Imma fuck that out of you.”

He pressed his cock, red and weeping against your pussy and you felt tears starting to roll down your face. He wiped one off with his thumb and sucked the salty droplet into his mouth.

Then he pushed home.

You cried out, or at least tried to, and with every one of his rough thrusts prayed to wake up from this nightmare.

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Clause in the Will

I never planned to write a Ransom story. And then @eurynome827 posted her 2K Celebration and the opening to Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice was one of the prompts. I’m a whore for anything Pride and Prejudice... and my brain automatically connected the quote with Ransom. And would not let go.

To make an already complicated drabble even harder... I decided to write it with each section being exactly 100 words. It was both a blessing (this story could have SNOWBALLED quickly) and a curse (if you’ve written a 100 word drabble, you get it).

But it’s finished and I love how it turned out! And I was quite proud of myself for the very-Eury way I ended it.

So to @eurynome827​ congrats again on 2,000 followers!

Title: The Clause in the Will

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: some language, some minor violence/threats, suggestive

Note: This is AU and it uses the characters from Knives Out but doesn’t follow the story.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” Ransom Drysdale muttered as he wadded up another of his late grandfather's marriage-related quote notecards. They were hidden everywhere.

It had been nearly a year since his grandfather, the famed author Harlan Thrombey, had passed away, leaving Ransom as the head of Blood Like Wine Publishing. A role that he had spent the last twenty years being groomed for.

Ransom had worked his way through the ranks of the company following college and had been prepared when the time had come.

Well, prepared for everything except his grandfather's cluttered office.

At least the houses weren't his problem.

-- -- -- --

You’d started at BLW Publishing as an marketing intern after college and you’d climbed your way to the vice president of that department in the twelve years that had followed.

You loved every single part of your job.

Or at least you had until Mr. “Call Me Ransom” Drysdale had taken over the running of the company.

He had spent his years at the company floating between departments, to learn everything he could. Which meant the two of you had worked together multiple times.

But he seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons. And knew exactly what buttons to push when.

-- -- -- --

"You told me months ago that the marriage clause wasn't legally binding," Ransom fumed. "And now you're telling me it is?!"

His lawyers avoided his gaze.

"Get out!" Ransom shouted and they scurried out.

He had seven days to find a wife and marry her.

If he didn't, he lost the company.

It was just like his grandfather to pull a stunt like this. Even from the grave.

He should just let his prick of an uncle have the company. Just to prove a point.

But he knew he couldn't.

His uncle would ruin everything.

Ransom wouldn't let that happen.

-- -- -- --

"You're not the pizza guy," you said, opening your front door to find Ransom standing on the other side with a bouquet of roses and your pizza.

"Met him in the elevator. Can I come in?"

Stepping aside, you let him in. Only noticing as he passed that his normal confident aura was missing.

"What's wrong?"

He explained everything while the two of you ate pizza.

"Walt would destroy everything," you commiserated.

"Exactly."

Then he pulled out a ring box.

"Will you marry me and help me save the company we both love from ruin?"

How could you say no?

-- -- -- --

"I got married."

Ransom had chosen a public setting to share his news in hopes that his uncle wouldn't make a scene.

The fact that it was day six of his seven day window was pure coincidence.

Glancing at his wife, he found her staring across the table at his uncle, who, Ransom soon saw, was nearly purple with rage.

"This can't be legal!" his uncle shouted over the congratulations from the others. "It should have been mine! All of it!"

Then Walt pushed his chair back and stormed out of the private dining room, his wife and son following.

-- -- -- --

Logically, you knew marrying Ransom would mean moving into his house, but you'd thought you'd have more time.

But with his uncle looking for any reason to question the legitimacy of the marriage, you and Ransom agreed it had to happen now.

The two of you packed up your apartment and then had everything you were keeping moved to his house.

To his credit, Ransom made as much room for your stuff in the common areas of the house as possible, wanting you to feel at home.

But the only place that truly felt that way was your private bedroom.

-- -- -- --

Ransom sat in the hall with Walt as their lawyers met with a judge behind closed doors following another of Walter's attempts to fight the will.

"I’ve heard rumors," Walt said, his tone was nonchalant, but it was laced with venom. "About how your wife became v-"

Ransom had his hand around his uncle's throat before Walt could make another sound.

"That is my wife," he growled. "You will not say one more fucking thing about her or I will sue you for libel. Do you understand me?"

Walt let out a squeak of acknowledgement and Ransom let him go.

-- -- -- --

You'd known Ransom for years.

But after living with him for a few weeks, you realized you hadn't really known him at all.

Work Ransom demanded the respect and attention owed to the boss.

Home Ransom was softer and wore faded blue jeans instead of three piece suits.

He liked spending Saturday mornings at the market and he loved to cook.

And boy could he cook!

The one on one time with him at home had given you a whole new appreciation for your husband.

He opened up to you about things you were sure he'd never told anyone else.

-- -- -- --

Ball buster.

That's how he'd described her the first time he had worked with her on a project.

It was the reason he had recommended her for the vice president role when it had opened up.

Kind. Funny. Caring. Passionate. 

Those were the words that came to mind now when he thought of her.

She was the type of woman who could tell a dirty joke one minute and then have a serious conversation about his upbringing.

He'd been hesitant to include her at first, but their Saturday morning shopping trips were quickly becoming his favorite activity of the week.

-- -- -- --

You loved Ransom.

It hit you like a ton of bricks as you sat in the middle of a meeting at work, a month later.

You were supposed to be paying attention, but your eyes kept going across the table to where Ransom sat.

You couldn't explain how you knew, you just did.

When had it happened? You didn't know that either.

All you knew was that he was handsome and he was all yours.

At least on paper.

The joy faded from you as you remembered the two of you were roommates. Nothing more.

You wished that could change.

-- -- -- --

Ransom didn't know when it happened, but he realized one Saturday morning, a few months in, that he was in love with his wife.

He hadn't planned to fall in love with her. He'd envisioned them being married for a few years, to solidify his role at the publishing company, and then divorcing as quietly as they had married.

Being in love complicated things.

It made him think about her happiness above his own.

Was she happy with him?

If she wasn't, was he prepared to walk away from her and the company to ensure her happiness?

Yes, he decided.

-- -- -- --

"We need to talk," he said, setting a manilla envelope on the kitchen counter.

"What's that?"

"Annulment papers."

"What?!" you asked in complete disbelief.

"I love you," he confessed. "If you're not happy, I'm -"

"I love you, too," you cut him off, joy filling your heart.

Moving around the island, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss.

"An annulment would have cost you everything," you said.

"Your happiness means more to me," he said. "Even if it meant giving everything to Walt."

"The company is yours," you told him. "Forever."

"Ours."

-- -- -- --

"Are you coming in?"

She stood in the doorway to what had been his bedroom.

After their declaration of love, he'd properly courted her.

Taking her out on dates. Sending her flowers just because.

They'd kissed a lot and had made it to all the bases, as they say, except home.

That was the plan tonight, she'd told him.

They'd gone out for dinner and then she'd asked him to take her home.

Home to their home.

To their bedroom.

Her eyes met his as she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Letting it fall to the floor.

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

MOTS: 7

After the Grammys snub and with the release of BE, I wanted to pay an homage to this album. Yes, it’s too long, not very cohesive (like LY: Tear is), some of the songs aren’t that great, and the auto-tune and production of the album often make the songs feel empty... but it takes risks, has something to say, and provides a rich auditory experience. 

Quick rating of the tracks (my rating isn’t very precise, I’m just following my heart):

Intro Persona: a really great song, with great lyrics, very RM, very underrated (8.7/10), BLW: fresh, catchy, heartfelt, captures BTS’s charms perfectly, underrated, but I think Halsey’s vocals don’t fit the song very well (8.2/10); Make it Right: really not my style, a bit boring and doesn’t feel like a BTS song (7/10), Jamais Vu: nice and charming (8.2/10); Dionysus: badass (8.9/10)

Interlude Shadow: absolute masterpiece, from the lyrics to the use of the brilliant melody of O!RUL8,2?, this song is art, emotional and powerful (9.5/10); Black Swan: another masterpiece, the beat and the lyrics give me goosebumps, I literally feel this song with my entire body, it’s almost painful to listen to, yet so comfortable (10/10); Filter: the transition from Interlude: Shadow to Black Swan was great but the transition to Filter wasn’t a good decision, imo, it should’ve been ON or Louder than Bombs; the song is catchy and nice but not particularly exciting, the lyrics are interesting though (7.7/10); My Time is great and JK’s vocals are insane, but it’s a song I like in theory yet not wholeheartedly, there’s something missing for me (8/10); Louder than Bombs is a good follow-up to My Time sonically, it’s good but a bit bland and arranged in a way that makes it feel empty (7.5/10); ON: is what people call a ‘cultural reset’ (9.2/10); UGH doesn’t work for me in some ways, it’s a bit loud, aggressive and repetitive, it lacks the emotion and power of Tear, it feels empty as well (8/10); 00:00 is sweet and has a nice message, the vocals are great (8/10); Inner Child has a gorgeous concept but it’s a bit simplistic, ‘you’re my boy, my boy’ tears me up (7.7/10); Friends is cute and hearing JM and V shout ‘you’re my soulmate’ literally saves lives (7.9/10); Moon is overproduced and not the nicest song to listen to but Seokjinnie’s heart is all over it and you can feel its genuineness (7.8/10);  Respect: I’m not very fond of this song tbh, it’s a bit annoying, but the ending is fun and the song is refreshing (7.9/10); WABP: The Eternal: I don’t like it that much, I actually feel disconnected from it because I haven’t been a part of BTS’s journey for long (7.5/10); Outro: Ego is the perfect follow-up to WABP because it’s full of charm and energy, but it’s not an amazing song (7.9/10); ON (feat. SIA)... idk? whatever. 

Overall, most of the songs aren’t rated that highly but they all have something unique to offer and are interesting to listen to in their own ways. The main strength of MOTS: 7 is just that. It’s a rich, complex album, with a lot of layers.

[chanelfunnell]

mail nhl

ok. Guys, mail

A)

Anon, it is a promo of Chicago Blackhawks and Tazer and Kaner's sponsor. No idea whether Tazer mocks Kaner for his old taxi scandal as it is not a cab but Chevrolet Equinox by waving like Kaner. He just waves. It is one fan fic by a normal person about Kaner and Tazer Marketa BLW is a royal and an owner of ride sharing and e-car making Taxiwoooz but it has no link to that. She is up to one Mrs Troll - other question Marketa has driving license for a while and she does not need driving lessons. Tazer is in USA and M has learnt to drive in UK and so at her estates. Apparently Filip Zes got an idea to teach his gf how drive in USA and one of his friends asked about a private road. It is old and at least M does not leak the player to ex communist Czech ice hockey coach who has benched one Chicago prospect. If Tazer gets any old info by Kubalik from Red Wings then it is very old and Miss Daisy -Marketa Margaret does not need a driver lol. I'd skip a royal and any fuel for Mrs Troll. Thanks. It is Chevy Drives Chicago promo. Funny comments below.

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[blwilsonfiction]

Welcome to Tumblr

If you’ve ventured onto this page, welcome! 

I am a novice fiction writer. From 2013 until now, I have had a successful Quotev career (reaching over 5,000 followers to share my stories with before the great Quotev Purge). Now that over a decade has passed since I’ve been using Quotev, I feel my stories could be put to better use somewhere else. Truth be told, I want to be known for more than the fan-fiction my juvenile heart wrote throughout high school. While I’m not brave enough to publish my own works yet, I am hopeful that maybe one day my writing can grace someone’s Amazon Kindle, and even more distantly, maybe it can grace a paperback book at Barnes & Nobles. 

Just like you, I’ve matured over the decade. My writing no longer centers around male heroes, females who go weak in the knees at a smile, and the sun that perpetually shined out of the asses of each of my characters. I want to write about things that effect me. 

So I do. 

I write about the woes of fertility, that have plagued me since I was merely 12, with a medical diagnoses that led doctors to tell me it would be nearly impossible for me to conceive a child on my own. I write about wanting to carry but never getting there. I write about everyone around me carrying while I have not. I write about welcoming life, while knowing I may never get that chance. And I write about the loss of life, the kind that I have not experienced, but my siblings, friends, and coworkers have. About the woman stranger who sobbed on the phone while she lost her child at 15 weeks. Whilst all I could do was murmur that help was coming. That the ambulance was nearly there. 

 I write about the magic of a universe that I’m sure exists out there, but has always escaped my wandering thoughts. I write about parallel existences and fantasy, so that on my worst days I can sink into the other world and disappear.

I write about the style of romance that moves your darkness into the light and forces you to coexist with it. Because your darkness isn’t going to go away when he kisses you tenderly... No, it might fester in the back of your mind, waiting for self doubt to provide it’s ammunition for attack. It might wrap its arms around you when he does, so that one day you may not be able to tell when it’s surrounding you instead of him. 

I write about dysfunctional families that might make yours look like a walk in the park. Or maybe yours makes my fictional ones seem like heaven in print. I write about the loss of my father from suicide, a mother who faded away into prescription drug abuse, a step father who’s anger could rival that of a gods, and about the family not bound by blood. The one that may come to your rescue: a buoy in the ocean of life, even when you feel so far from shore. 

The thing about my writing: most of these stories started from a dream. Some small piece of my work stemmed from a half remembered plot that had played in my dreams like a movie. Every single story. Even the smallest of details came from somewhere. Sometimes forcing their way into my mind until I’m unable to focus on anything else. So I write and write and write. And I read and read and read. Until my mind is empty and my heart exhausted. 

So, if you’ve made it to my tumblr, I implore you to explore what I’ve created. Share your thoughts with me. Share your feelings. Share your simplest or most in depth analysis of my work. Even if it’s only to tell me I’ve used the wrong punctuation or missed a grammar/spelling error. Or just say hi. 

Let me know you exist on the other side of the screen. 

-BLW 

[lucirebecca]

I need some more homemade granola in my life 😭 I keep making muesli because it's quicker but .. I miss my cranberry and pumpkin seed fix! Tempted to make a different flavour though.. what do you think? Should I make tropical or cacao (aka chocolate) granola?? Wondering if the babies will like it too (I always make it sugar free anyways 🤷) . . #plantbased #dairyfree #foodie #foodporn #foodphotography #vegan #veganfood #veganfoodshare #veganfoodporn #veganuk #vegansofig #foodgawker #letscookvegan #spoonfeed #whatveganseat #veganbreakfast #twinmom #mumofmultiples #momofmultiples #momlife #breastfeedingmama #breakfast #granola #homemadegranola #blw #blwideas http://bit.ly/2Gb0rUW

[witchsickness]

You know that your Break(like waves) is beautiful, right?? Of course you do))) but it won't hurt to let you know just one more time. It's so beautifully written. May we hope for a sequel? I mean, in your view, are the boys gonna make it??? .. steve away from his turf, away from his money..? Thank you ❤️

hi babe omg i’m in tears??? it’s been almost two months since blw was done and i,,,, miss it. so much? and you have no idea how proud it makes me, how important it is to hear that people still care? are still thinking about it? like. i’m speechless. thank you so much for letting me know 💙

writing blw took a lot out of me, so i. don’t think i’ll ever be in the right headspace for an actual sequel? but i have so many little scenes and snippets of their life together, of building things only to break them in an instant, of working through their stuff. of not talking about things they should. i think they’ll make it? i wanna believe they would. giving up on this kind of love would be. a waste, i think. and i’m a sucker for relationships like that, where it’s never just. easy. where it burns being around the other person, and it sucks out all the oxygen in the room, and you’re drowning, and suffocating, and struggling to breathe, but. you stay. you make that choice, because drowning is better than lungs full of oxygen and a life apart. and i think they both realize that, that they only ever feel alive around each other. actually, really alive. not just. going through the motions. not numb. alive, in a way only coming close to losing it can feel

i think i even have a half-written scene kinda like that? billy telling steve that love means being afraid. all the time. of the other person leaving. getting hurt. of feelings changing, and people changing, and growing apart. being afraid of losing what you have. and even though steve hasn’t told billy yet, billy knows. that’s what steve is consumed by, too. this awful, twisted, wonderful kind of love. because they’re both used to being loved in all the wrong ways, and now. now they have the chance to get it right, for once. and they will, i think. slowly. not perfectly. not even close. but they’ll do it, together. learn not to push each other under the surface, but. learn how to breathe underwater, too. just in case

[miss-sawczuk]

Throwback Tuesday cause I can! Sometimes I just need a reminder of how little and scrummy she was - 3 months old here and before her hair grew out of control 😍😂 This evening I wanted to talk about two types of mummas. One type - mums who return to work and incredibly miss their baby, worry about their wellbeing whilst under other people’s care and hate the fact they had to return to work. Second type - mums who absolutely love being away from their baby, although they miss them, they have a grand day and enjoy adulthood. Whichever one you are - that’s fine! I’m most certainly the second mum. I can easily take my mind of Theia. I had two training days, where I was away from her from 7am till 6pm, and I was fine. Not a single tear shed. No heartache. Obviously, I wanted to know how she was and received regular updates, but I was content being an adult and when time to go home approached, I was excited to see her and give her a big cuddle. Of course, I do wish I could stay at home with her until she grows into a happy, confident toddler, but time apart was good for both of us. She played lots, saw the majority of her family, got used to somebody else caring for her. She was delivered back to me tired, but extremely happy. And I was happy with her, that she got to experience more than just our four walls, hence why I know she will absolutely love nursery! I am excited for both of us to grow as individuals over the next few months! And what kind of mumma are you?! • • • • #mumblogger #pbloggers #joyfulmamas #dailyparenting #instamum #matkapolka #blw #polishmum #bloggeruk #littleangel #parenthood_moments #babyblog #luckymama #documentyourdays #mumlife #dailyparenting #instamatki #clickinmoms #momswithcameras #mumswhowork #workingmum #backtowork (at Portsmouth)

[timtamtalestakestwo]

Month-iversary already

Another couple of weeks have absolutely flown by and somehow I’ve just passed my monthiversary here!

Work-wise, last week I was back onto normal day shifts which was nice to have the team around! Managed to do a fair few procedures too which is really great to have the opportunity to gain experience with, as well of lots of interesting and some more challenging cases coming through ED to see and build confidence managing.

I managed to catch up with two old friends, Asad and Andy over dinner and drinks on an evening last week which was lovely. They actually both now live in the house I lived in when I was first here 4 yrs ago (although weren’t my housemates at the time..!). Was so good to catch up and also to frequent the chocolate restaurant for dessert afterwards which I have missed so dearly!!

The weekend was again spent with many singings and lovely singing friends- we sung for a wedding of an ex-choir person on Saturday so there were some great tunes which made up for the bride being 45 minutes late….! 

I got up extra early on Sunday to check out the weekly Farmer’s Market in Broadmeadow - it was an amazing atmosphere there even at 07.30, a massive local market absolutely packed with people pulling along their own shopping baskets and boxes filled with fresh produce and bakes! I found an Irish stall selling lots of fresh soda bread (also called nanny bread in our family as our Irish grandmother used to bring a homemade loaf round wrapped in a tea-towel whenever she came to visit!) which I haven’t been able to find anywhere in the shops so I stocked up and have been enjoying all week- delicious! 

Been on twilight shifts again all week so have tried to make the most of my mornings to get some fairly unexciting admin bits done, but on Wednesday morning, took a trip back to Blackbutt Reserve. I used to live right next to this so went a lot, and it was no less exciting this time round! It’s a large area of woodland filled with Australia wildlife but there’s a little corner of it with koalas, wallabies, emus, wombats, echidnas, and a whole host of beautiful birds! It was only when a little 2 yr old came up to me and said ‘where’s your baby?’ that I looked around and realised I was the only adult there without a child in tow..! Clearly I am just a massive child. Nevertheless, I love it and will continue to go on my own until Tom arrives!

On Friday morning I braved an early morning dip in the Merewether ocean baths! The first few seconds completely took my breath away (not really in the good way, in the ‘it’s so cold I can’t physically breathe’ way) but very quickly acclimatised and spent a very lovely and refreshing 30 minutes swimming up and down, and got out feeling revitalised for my late shift and very ready for a hot drink on the beach!

I had a visitor from Nottingham this weekend- my beautiful friend Thea is over here at the moment visiting her Australian partner, Byron, so the two of them kindly made the trip up to Newcastle to see me! We filled out tummies at the Olive Tree Market with goods including a variety of bits from the haloumi hut including ‘hallouminati fries’ and a dessert halloumi covered in salted caramel sauce...it was fairly life-changing. We then went on a lovely bushwalk through Glenrock Conservation Area along the Yuerlarbah track which ends up at the lagoon and a beautiful sheltered beach! In the evening we dragged Byron along to see Mamma Mia 2 at the cinema which was so much fun! Came out feeling so warm inside- a real feel good movie..! Unfortunately, they had to leave back to Sydney on Sunday morning after an early breakfast out on Hunter Street but it was fantastic (and very strange) to see them on this side of the world!.

On the 7th October, I’m doing The Bloody Long Walk with a few friends, to raise money for mitochondrial disease research. It is a 35km walk (46,200 steps apparently subjective on leg length…) from Belmont up through Newcastle. I am aiming to raise $10 (around £5.5) for every km if I can, to end with a nice rounded $350 or not so rounded £194.28 to donate to the Australian mitochondrial disease foundation. For those who were once taught in biology class that the mitochondria was the ‘powerhouse of the cell’ and then moved on never to speak of it again, mitochondrial disease is a devastating, progressive, and currently incurable disease causing debilitating physical, developmental and cognitive impairment. There has been a raised awareness of it recently in the UK with the devastating stories of Charlie Gard and Alfie Evans.I would be really grateful if you could visit my sponsorship page  https://blw-newcastle-2018.everydayhero.com/au/jane-3 to read more and consider donating a small amount if you are able. It there are any issues with donating internationally then please let me know and I’ll arrange a different way of transferring donations.

This week saw my brother bravely get through a hip operation and wishing him a speedy recovery – I’m sure he’ll be nimble on the crutches in no time!!! 

It was also the 33rd wedding anniversary of my lovely parents on the 31st August - your love is an inspiration to all of us, and I’m glad you got some quality time away together in Italy to celebrate!

41 days until Tom arrives!!! Considering we started at 75 days, this week will mark a momentous halfway point!

Have a wonderful week, all!

Jane xxx

[daddelicious-com]

I've just made another batch of my basil and lemon pesto 🌿🍋. This time I might use it as a pizza topping along with some cherry tomatoes, shredded chicken and fresh mozzarella 👌🏻. ~ Here's the recipe again in case you missed it last time: ~ Ingredients: 25g fresh basil, washed 25g parmesan cheese, grated 1/2 lemon, juiced 100ml olive oil 1/2 clove garlic (optional) ~ Directions: ↠ Add all ingredients to a blender or food processor and blitz for 30 seconds or until all combined. ↠ Serve with whatever takes your fancy. Enjoy! . . . . . . . #pesto #basil #basilandlemonpesto #lemon #healthy #homemade #homemadefood #eatrealfood #healthykids #fatherhood #parenthood #family #picoftheday #eatclean #instadad #blw #babyledweaning #blwideas #familyfoodtribe #dadslife #daddyblogger #daddyblog #freshbabyfood #babyledfeeding #blwmeals #babyweaning #babyled #whatmybabyeats #daddelicious #weaningideas (at Sandsend) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm8RB8MhZ9q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1snbzcohtuhto