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[tartppola]

awakening

[fallingformatt]

FIRST GLANCE M.S. PT. 1

Matt x fem!reader

summary: while walking to the bar with your best friend you accidentally bump into Matt, then later you unexpectedly bump into him again, leading the two of you to do unholy things.

warnings: FILTHY ASS SMUTTT!!! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation, slight praising.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: Thank all of you so much for the love on the last post, as I started writing literally so recently it means a lot to me. Also these scenarios keep popping up in my head and I write them down immediately and just work on them till I’m finished, so yea Im posting three days in a row. THIS IS SO GOOD DOE, not proofread.

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"But I have nothing to wear," I whine as I plop down on my best friend's bed. She really wanted us to go out to this cute bar she found on TikTok.

"Wait, I have something in my closet perfect for you," she said excitedly, pulling out a black mini dress. "It's just a black mini dress, what so special about it?" I ask with a confused look plastered on my face. "It's not the dress that's perfect," she says as she starts to dig around her closet again. "It's what you're going to wear with it," she exclaims.

"Found it," she says and excitement can be heard in her voice. She pulls out a box that has 'GUCCI' written on it. She pulls off the lid and there are a pair of tights in there. "Oh those are really pretty," I say as she opens the packaging for the first time. "That's not the end of it," she says swiftly turning around as she gets on her tippy toes to reach the highest shelf of her closet.

She manages to reach and pull out this little, red shoulder bag that screams money. "See it's not always about what you're wearing, sometimes it's about how you accessorize," she says happily clapping her hands together.

We both do our makeup and our hair while listening to music, chitchatting, and drinking some wine. As I finish my makeup and hair I get up to put on the outfit my best friend picked out for me. "Be careful with the tights, don't ruin them," she turns her head and says. "Don't worry, I won't, thank you for the cute outfit," I answer. "Glad to get you out of the house," she says as she also stands up finished with her makeup, and takes her clothes to change into.

We both step out of the house, ready to go to the bar, enjoy a few drinks, and maybe take some cute pictures for Instagram.

The city is lively, people walking down the streets, the sun almost gone, as the streets get darker. A bit tipsy from the wine we had, we walked, headed to the bar as it's not far from her place, our elbows intertwined as we continue to talk about everything that comes to our minds occasionally letting out a small laugh when one of us tells a joke.

My head is turned to my friend as she's retelling the story about her most stupid hookup, and I can't stop laughing. One moment I'm laughing about my friend's story and the next I feel myself trip over a pebble as I lose my balance. My body doesn't meet the ground, instead, it meets someone's chest. I quickly lean back to stand on my own feet again. I look up and my eyes meet the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. I look at him as I study his features, the fluffy hair, the silver earrings, his light stubble, and finally my eyes meet his, his icy blue eyes I could drown in.

I snap back to reality as I hear his voice "You okay there?" he says, his voice just as attractive as his looks. "Yeah sorry," I say as my friend pulls me to her. "Come on let's go," she says still holding onto my elbow and we walk past this beautiful stranger. As we're walking, I turn my head back to look at him and our eyes meet for the last time as we walk further away from each other, both walking in opposite directions.

We get to the bar and order some drinks, we sit down and look around. The bar really is cute, the ceiling is covered in flowers giving the place a fairytale vibe. I look to my side and notice this huge mirror that's covered in pink bows. "We have to take a picture there," I say as my eyes light up.

We're now 3 drinks into the evening and the guy from earlier crosses my mind. His face, his voice, his eyes. I could imagine him in between my legs as he eats me out giving me pleasure out of this world.

"Hello, are you listening to me?" my friend asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality and look at her. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks. "You cockblocked me," I say furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?" She asks confused. "The guy I bumped into, he was totally into me," I say confidently. "Oh come on, that interaction lasted 2 seconds," she said laughing. "It was enough to make me understand that I need to be dicked down tonight," I answer. "Do you want to go to the club?" She asks. I nod my head happily. We finish our drinks and head out.

We walked around 5 minutes before we were in front of the club's door. Loud music can be heard as we walk in, lights shooting and changing color as we walk deeper into the club. My friend takes my hand as she pulls me into the dance floor. "This is my song," she exclaims as we both start dancing.

Feeling the light buzz the alcohol gave me, I close my eyes and move my hips to the rhythm of the song. I put up my hands as I get lost in the song dancing my heart out.

When the song finishes and I open my eyes, my best friend is nowhere to be seen. I try to move past all the people on the dance floor in an attempt to look for her.

As I walk towards the bar, I feel my ass brush against someone trying to get past the crowd. I turn around and look up. My eyes widen, not believing who I'm looking at.

It's the guy from earlier, the one who broke my trip and didn't let me fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as a lustful smile appears on my lips.

"You really like to touch me don't you," the pretty boy says. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Well, what do people usually do at the club?" He answers my question with a rhetorical question.

"Thanks for not letting me fall earlier," I say as I brush his chest over the place I bumped into. "You have to be more careful, watch where you're stepping, it could've been a stinky homeless guy, instead of me that you bumped into, I'm Matt by the way," he says, his charming voice making my knees weak.

"You wanna go dance?" I ask him, and without hesitation, he takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd at the dance floor.

We dance in sync as Matt's hands are placed on my hips guiding them side to side as my ass is brushing against his jeans, my one hand bent backward wrapped around the nape of his head.

I feel myself getting wet as I feel his hands starting to roam around my body, touching me in all the right places. I begin to grind my ass against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard as he lets out a hot breath in my ear.

Now one of his hands has traveled to my inner thigh as the other one keeps resting on my hip slowly guiding it up and down his hard, clothed cock. He sneaks his hand under my short dress, moving closer to my heat. His thumb starts to move in circles on my clit as his ring and middle finger move up and down over my clothed folds. I let out a moan as the pleasurable sensation entered my body. I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder.

I feel Matt's hand suddenly stop, as he spins me around. "Follow me," he says when he leaned in closer to my ear so I'd be able to hear him over the loud music. His voice was dark, filled with lust.

Matt took my wrist and quickly led me to the bathrooms, he approached a door with a 'staff only' sign on it. When he pulled the handle I thought it would be locked, but it wasn't. We went in and it was as dim almost as the nightclub itself only a few colored lights giving the bathroom enough light to see where everything was. It was a big one toilet bathroom though, but it's still weird that the staff would have to do their business practically in the dark.

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Matt closing the door behind him and turning the lock. He looked at me, his icy blue eyes were now dark, filled with hunger. He takes my hand and pulls me close, smashing his lips onto mine and his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His hands travel around my body stopping at my ass, he grabs hard on it.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a moan feeling the cold buckle of his belt against my heat. He walks over to the counter where the sink is located and sits me down.

He breaks the kiss and looks me in my eyes, slowly kneeling down. His head is now on one level with my throbbing pussy. "Please," is all I manage to blur out.

I feel his cold fingertips trace along my thigh as he stops at my core, rubbing circles on my clit and I let out a loud moan. With one sharp movement, I hear the tights rip making me feel the cold countertop on my bare skin as the tights now have huge runs in them.

Matt's hands guide my legs on top of his shoulders, he pulls me closer giving him better access to my pussy, making me lean against the mirror that was on the wall behind the counter. I let out a whine as I felt two of his cold fingers moving my thong to the side now giving him full access to my dripping hole.

Matt looks up at me before moving closer, placing a trail of kisses from my thigh to my sensitive bud, causing my fingers to intertwine with his fluffy hair. He sticks out his tongue and starts licking circles around my clit. I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I feel his cold fingers pressing against my pussy, teasing me. "I need you," I manage to whimper under my breath and without any hesitation I feel his fingers push deep inside me, his cold rings pressed outside of my pussy.

I moan out loudly as his tongue and his fingers move in a rhythm giving me unimaginable pleasure. His fingers curled inside of me, places so deep I could never reach them on my own, his other hand holding a tight grip on my thigh. I feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Cl- close," I whimper out not able to say anything else.

His fingers slide out of my pussy and his tongue replaces them. Curling his tongue in my hole, I gasp out of the intense pleasure, Matt's now free hand traveling to my other thigh, holding on to it.

My sloppy moans fill the room as the pleasure is too much for me and I can't find the room to take in a full breath. "I'm about to cum," I moan out. He hums against my pussy, his tongue still in me curling inside of me. His voice sending vibrations through my core is enough for me to reach my climax. I let out a loud moan as I tug on his hair hard, bucking up my hips and rinding out my high.

Matt continues to move his tongue inside of me making my legs shake as the overstimulation rushes over me. My moans turn into loud pants, trying to catch my breath. My legs shake uncontrollably as his movements don't stop and he continues to curl his tongue, moving it in and out of me.

I try to move my legs, but Matt tightens his grip around my thighs, his short nails digging into my skin as I let out a hiss. I feel another orgasm coming, legs still shaking. "Don- pl- don't sto-" I try to speak in between my attempts to get some air in my lungs. I feel my vision getting blurry as I feel tears forming in my eyes from the intense pleasure.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Matt's thumb drawing circles on my clit. This is enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Matt's head in between my shaking thighs as I cum for the second time.

I ride out my high and Matt stands up, his lips shining a bright red color. "You taste so sweet, I could eat you out all night," he says before kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Get down," he says and yanks me by my wrists. As my feet meet the floor, I instantly lose balance as I'm not able to hold myself up on my own, still unable to fully breathe. Matt catches me, quickly turning me, my back facing him, and bending me over, pushing me against the counter.

I hear him unbuckling his belt before his pants fall to the ground. I look back at him and see him pulling down his boxers. He pushes my dress up revealing my almost bare ass as the only thing covering it is tights with huge runs and now holes in them.

I feel a sting as Matt slaps my ass making me moan out in pleasure. He pulls my thong to the side and without any warning he grabs my ass lifting it up before pushing his dick deeply inside of me, immediately kissing my g-spot on the first thrust. I let out a loud pornographic moan.

"Shit you feel so good around my cock baby," Matt moans, one of his hands placed on my lower back, the other traveled to my hair, weaving his hand around them to make a ponytail.

As he continues to plant deep, hard thrusts in me, he yanks my hair causing my head to tilt back, he leans in and places a kiss on my lips as his other hand now firmly holds onto my jaw.

"You're such a good girl for me, fuck," Matt growls breaking the contact between our lips, throwing his head back as his mouth falls open, his chest unevenly rising up and down.

Both of our heavy pants and moans are now filling the room. "Ahh fuck princess, you feel so tight, I'm about to cum," Matt moans out. My walls clench around his twitching cock as I also feel my orgasm coming, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, just a high-pitched whimper.

"Look at you, you're so pathetic, can't even say anything, I have fucked you dumb," he says and I hear how smug his voice is.

Matt thrusts a few more times before I feel my orgasm taking over me, and my legs again begin to shake. "Oh fuck," Matt moans out as he thrusts deeply painting my walls with his cum. He lets go of my hair as he pats my head "You're such a good girl," Matt says.

Matt pulls out his cock and pulls the dress over my ass pulling up his boxers and his jeans. I try to stand up feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the slightest movement. I lose my balance and Matt catches me once again. "Awww, I have really done a number on you, haven't I?" He asks teasingly, I just nod as I don't have the strength to answer.

Matt leads me to sit down on the toilet before he returns to the sink, and wets his hands under the cold, running water. He walks over to me and places one of his wet, cold hands at the nape of my neck and the other one on my cheek to help me come back to my senses.

We stand there like that for a while before he wipes the mascara that had run down my cheeks with his wet thumb while looking down at me giving me a warm smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"How you feeling?" he asks innocently as if he didn't just fuck my brains out. "Better, I think I'm ready to go," I say as I stand up. We head to the door and I lead the way, unlocking the door we go out.

I see my best friend, she notices me too and rushes over, "What happened, where were you, I was searching all over for you!" she exclaims with a worried but angry voice as she looks me up and down. "What did you do to my tights?" Her eyes widen. "I got revenge on you for cockblocking me," I say as I smile. "Oh looks like we've got a brat on our hands," Matt says as he chuckles, leaning in, his hand on my hip, holding me tight, so I don't lose support.

"Bump into me again sometime," Matt says as a small smirk creeps on his lips.

[nicolesainz]

Hey, really love the writing😍 I was perhaps wondering if it were possible to do a Jenson Button x reader x Fernando Alonso. (Age gap with a young reader like 21years old)

Where the reader is Jenson's girlfriend and Jenson takes her along to a grandprix. After the race while Jenson's busy with interviews the reader walks around the paddock and runs into sweaty, sexy Alonso and he flirts with her FULLY aware that she's Jenson's girlfriend.... And yea some romantic drama perhaps... I fully understand if you're not able to do it though, it was just a suggestion. Thank you for your awesome work❤️

Hands close and teammates closer (JB22 x FA14)

Jenson Button x f!reader x Fernando Alonso

Author's note: Thank you so much for the support, it means the world to me! I am so sorry this too way too long to write. I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as possible.

Also Jenson admitting publicly that Fernando is his man crush, is my new Roman Empire. What do you think? Will Nando go to Mercy along with George for the 2025 season?

Warnings: angst, jealously, possessiveness,

Summary: requested

Monaco has to be one of my favourite circuits on the calendar. And trust me it is not because of the luxury and mamma mia vibes its feeling radiates. What I love, is the fact that I can get lost in the streets of the crown jewel and still be able to guide myself through the lines of the circuits and the fierce sound of engines.

Since this is Jenson's final year in Formula One, I have decided to follow him along in all the races taking place in the calendar, so that this historic season finishes off in a smooth but memorable way. What better feeling than witnessing twenty men in front of your eyes racing hard core in the fastest vehicles on earth and one of them being your boyfriend, right?

With all the eyes being on focused on the two silver arrows that are the championship contenders as well, no one really pays attention to Mclaren's lack of luck this season. Multiple engine failures, pit stop difficulties, strategy errors. It hasn't been the most perfect season the team has had.

Whether it is first, second or even twentieth place, for me, supporting Jenson through thick and thin is my priority. I have witnessed his glory days but that will not stop me from enjoying watching him fight for points in the championship to help the team get back on their feet.

What pleased Jenson even more was when both he and Fernando were into the points after a difficult races. This helped them gain some confidence agains the other midfield teams. Although Jenson wasn't very pleased when Fernando was always following me and him during the race weekend at the paddock. Well, it was mostly me he was following.

Fernando has just gotten out of a long term relationship and seeing his teammate in a happy and healthy one, wasn't boosting his mentality very much. It was the exact opposite. Jenson couldn't really be able to help him given that he hadn't been through such a difficult heartbreak ever.

At first, everything was innocent and friendly. Me and Fernando were casually chatting about our daily lives, his as an F1 driver and mine as an English Professor. Always laughing, making jokes and freely giggling with one another.

Then, when the Spanish Grand Prix arrived and all the drivers were waving at the fans from the paddock and grandstands, everyone was cheering and shouting Fernando's name, given he was the national hero and as he was waving at the audience, he grabbed my waist and held me against his side, as if I was his lady.

That night, Jenson was about to murder his own teammate for the first time. Because the downfall didn't start there. At the Austrian Grand Prix, when Fernando had an unfortunate DNF due to an engine failure, he rushed angrily back to the garage and everyone was trying to console him.

After a few moment, one of the mechanics asked me to go and seek him, given that they were told he wasn't in a position to talk to anyone else but myself, which was very odd.

Austrian Grand Prix flashbacks

"Hey Nando. I am so sorry for the malfunction." I open the door to his driver's room slowly, given that I wasn't aware if he still had his race suit on.

"Come in, Y/N, and thank you. But you know, it's never easy to retire the car after having a good race." Fernando still hadn't looked at me. It is a gutting feeling for a champion to retire so unfortunately.

"I am sure a win is close. One final push and you will be back on the top step of the podium. I have no doubts." I tried to sound as positive as I could, although I knew deep down Mclaren was not capable of winning any race or barely making it to the podium.

"You are the only one who believes in me anymore, y/n. I do not know how to repay you." He got up and took my hands into his, caressing them softly. I really wanted to pull my hands away from his grasp, but instead I made small steps towards the door.

"Jenson believes in you as well, the whole team does. Just do not lose faith in yourself."

"Don't try and give them your credit sweetheart. You are the only one." Before I could react, Fernando landed a kiss on my cheek but I quickly removed my body away from his and walked out of his room.

End of flashback

When I told Jenson, Fernando kissed me he was fuming. Obviously he asked me if I kissed him back, but I denied it. Because I hadn't kissed him, I simply ran away. If there was a hidden camera on Fernando's room I would use it as proof.

At the next race in Hungary, Jenson was still very angry at Fernando that he willingly pushed him off the track and lost 5 places at the beginning of the race, which led to Fernando getting P15 by the end of Lap 1.

Mclaren mechanics were disappointed at Jenson's behaviour. Why would he push his own teammate off the track. Rumors started spreading around the paddock that Jenson was plotting against Fernando and trying to sabotage his races so the team would take into account his bad performances and eventually fire him.

Jenson finished the race in a worthy fourth place, whilst Fernando in P11. Very mixed feelings for the results given that this was the best Fernando could do with a damaged and already underperforming machinery.

Interviewers were flooding Jenson with questions about the first lap incident, what was the actual cause, if he had done it on purpose or it was an accident. All the replied was "I didn't want to lose my position".

As if there wasn't enough drama with Nico and Lewis in the paddock and on the track, now Fernando and Jenson were fueling the media with the answers each were giving to the press.

"I needed to guard my position in order to gain more places"

"I was trying to avoid the cars behind me and eventually fell."

"I did not mean to push Fernando. Clearly driver's error that he went off the track."

"I don't know what Jenson was trying to achieve but he clearly had things going his way today. Pushing off his own teammate. Unbelievable."

"If he thinks I did it on purpose, fine by me, but I know my worth and I am aware of the mistakes I do. First lap incidents occur very often, if he doesn't already know that."

"He is a world champion, like myself. Why is he behaving like we are in go-karts? We should work as a team."

After the interviews, Jenson was called in from McLaren so he could explain himself about the incident and try to save his reputation from getting wrecked because of what he said in the press.

When I walk away from where I left Jenson, I am met with a full blown red, still in his overalls and sweaty Fernando. He is very angry and you can tell from the way his knuckles have gone white.

When he raises his head and looks at me, somehow all the anger that had possessed him, seemed to wash away with a smile covering the pain.

"I am so sorry Fernando, I have no idea why he did so. This all seems ridiculous. I will try to reason him."

"No need cariño. I will take care of him. I know exactly why he is doing so."

What did Fernando knew that I didn't? What was going on, I thought to myself as his eyes were getting shadier and lustier. The use of the pet name made me feel uncomfortable as he was crossing a line that shouldn't have been crossed.

"Why is he doing it then?"

"Because he is clearly jealous. Can't you see it? You are always coming to me in the end."

"I care about you Fernando but not in the way you imagine."

"That is why you let me kiss you the other time in Austria? I know what you are trying to do sweetheart. If you want to be with me just say it."

I was stunned by his statement. From where exactly did he extract this conclusion that I wanted to be with him. I was so disgusted by his saviour. He knew I was Jenson's fiancee. I loved him dearly, so why on earth would I want t be with another man?

I didn't calculate my actions and as Jenson was coming out of the office, my hand instantly landed on Fernando's smirking face. The slap echoed in the room and Jenson's eyes widened enough to pop out from anger.

"I love Jenson so much. There is a reason why I gave up my job to be with him and travel around the world. I will marry this man and I will not allow anyone to interfere in our relationship. I don't know from where you drew the conclusion that I am in love with you, Fernando. I am sorry but you crossed the line."

I ran away from the room and Jenson was following me along, trying to catch up on what was had happened. Tears were storming down my cheeks and I was all flushed up and tensed. If Fernando marked the end to mine and Jenson's relationship I would never forgive him.

"Darling please wait up. What happened?" Jenson's soft voice stopped me on my tracks. I turned around and he was met with a distraught version of myself that he had not met before.

Jenson took me into his arms lovingly, kissing the top of my head, shushing me to calm down, whilst caressing my back gently. I was so shaken by what Fernando had accused me. How could he?

"Talk to me dear. What did he say to you?" His voice was calming me down as he knew I wasn't to blame for what he saw.

"Fernando accused me of hitting on him and wanting to be with him instead of you, which in no way is true." Jenson didn't reply to what I had said. He was silent but tightened his grip on me.

"Say something, anything. I promise to my life that I did not do anything of what he said. Please trust me." I was begging him to utter a single word.

"I am trying not to go back there and chop of his dick. I know you would never do anything to harm our relationship baby. I believe you." He looked deep into my eyes and my heart instantly softened.

"I will stop being in the garage if it means avoiding him at all costs. I will go into the grandstands. I don't mind really." I offered but Jenson instantly rejected it.

"Are you insane? I will simply ask Daniel if he can take you in with him and Max. I trust them blindly, plus you will have much more fun over there." Daniel and Max, the super dynamic duo everyone had been talking about. They are two very funny guys and Jenson has a very good relationship with Daniel.

"I would never want my future wife to not be in the paddock supporting me. I love you immensely and I would hate not having you around, seeing your beautiful face and having someone encouraging me."

"I love you with all my heart Jenson. I am your and only, forever. Thank you for taking care of me. Even in a different garage, I will cheer for you. Even if that means silently so the Red Bull guys don't kick me out."

"Everyone loves me darling, I am sure they won't mind. But don't root very much for Daniel cause he is a womaniser" He winked at me and I laughed with my head hidden inside his chest.

[nikethestatue]

Chaotic Reading of the Azriel Bonus Chapter

So I meant to do this a while back, but just never got to it. Made my BF read Azriel's bonus chapter and the HOFAS bonus chapter.

(He knows names of characters--Elain, Azriel, Cassian and Nesta. He doesn't know who Gwyn is. He is generally only interested in Cassian, because 'he is strong and handsome' and looks like him. Doesn't exactly know who Rhys is, but knows the name and knows that he is in charge. Also he calls Rhys 'the main wizard'. For some reason he thinks that Fae are wizards. So here you go.)

Recorded reactions:

Oh, he depressed. Why? He didn't like his Solstice gifts?

Cassian is pounding Nesta, isn't he?

Oh, there she is! Who is she? Oh Elain! Hi pretty girl! Emo boi is into her for sure.

Is she into him? Because why? He is kind of boring. Is Cassian a one woman man?

Ohhh, he wants to tap that!

Oh, he really wants to tap that!

What the hell kinda weird gift is this? Babe (this is directed at me), don't give me ear plugs for Christmas.

Eat that pussy bruh!

Is he gonna bite her? he should bite her!

It's a cute gift. He could've gone a little flashier though. Maybe throw in a diamond and a ruby.

Oh, look, she is offering it on a silver platter!

Wait, why is this guy here?

Wait? he is not gonna eat that pussy?

Where. Is. The. Smut?

Bruh is a cock blocker on steroids. Wait, who is Lucien?

Why do we care about Lucien? (I explain briefly)

Blood Duel sounds rad.

Elain is stepping out with the emo Azriel on her mate. (laughs) They sound Australian! (proceeds to say 'mate' a lot in an Australian accent)

Is there gonna be a blood duel?

I feel like there is a lot of teasing in this chapter.

Oh, he is cold. He just went 'this was a mistake?!!" Yea, girls love hearing that.

Who is Mor? An ex? Oh, it's that chick you don't like. I feel you.

Babe (addressing me), this Azriel of yours has no game. This Rhys guy the Grand Wizard just told him to back off and he backed off? Who does that?! That pussy isn't gonna lick itself. Poor Elain. I hope she throws that necklace back in his face. Can I blood duel the shit out of him?

Don't like him at all!

(I correct him and tell him that Rhys is a High Lord not a Grand Wizard (that would be the KKK))

*mutters under his breath* He is acting like a Grand Wizard!

Yeah, be depressed emo boi! Who leaves a lady hanging like that?

Yeah, well, she is better off with Cassian anyway.

Does Elain have special powers? Can she burn him or something? Or Rhys? Rhys needs to mind his own business. Wait, back up. Lucien is in the same house? She doesn't like Lucien, does she? (laughs)

So if they kissed, they'd just do it in the living room for everyone to see? That's bold of them.

This chapter is very frustrating.

Emo boi needs self-esteem classes.

Who the hell is she?

Is he into her too?

Noooo, he is not into her! What bloody memory? Did they fight?

Why is she cutting the ribbon on Christmas?

Is she like a nun?

Wait, he lives in a convent with nuns?

Oh she is a priestess? Of what? Is she a nun?

(Explain to him that she is not a nun)

But he lives with a bunch of nuns?

(Explain the layout of the House of Wind)

He is into Elain, so I guess he doesn't care. Also, this setup is weird. Does he not have an apartment? Wait, he lives with Nesta and Cassian? Like roommates? Or is this a menage? No, it's not a menage, right? Because he wants to eat Elain out--and DIDN'T (kind of yelling at this point)

(Explain it's not a menage. But Nesta wouldn't mind if it were)

Okay, this conversation is boring.

He sings? Like in a band?

Oh, this is like "Kill Bill". Emo Azriel is Pi Mei. He is teaching her to kill people. I can respect that.

...This chapter is weird. Why is this part even here? Is she gonna cut the ribbon?

All I am imagining right now is Gwyneth Paltrow cutting a ribbon with a sword. (laughs)

Nope, she did not cut the ribbon.

(proceeds to offer a lengthy explanation on how difficult it is to cut a ribbon like this. I am forced to listen.)

Azriel can cut a ribbon! I think SJM legit stole this whole training idea from 'Kill Bill'. Didn't the Bride have to cut a ribbon too?

(He is not wrong)

Okay, so..........now he just leaves? What was the point of this whole part with her? I don't get it.

Ahhhhh, my girl! She left that necklace for him to find! Yeah, you go girl, feminist queen!

Not even gonna ask about this snowball fight. Is this like a cutsey thing they do?

Ohh, who is Clotho? Is she like Fate? Why are the seven bells singled out? Does it mean something? She can't talk? Aww she feels bad for him. Well, she shouldn't! (said aggressively)

I feel like this necklace is more than just a necklace. Do they explain it later?

(No)

Okay, so he just gives it away? Oh god. Please don't say Clotho is going to give it to Gwyn!! No. No. That's weird.

So wait, that's it?

This is what you guys have been fighting over for three years? (laughs) That's stupid (he is not wrong) But what are you fighting over? That he should've beaten Rhys's ass?

(no, some say that he is into Gwyn because of the last line)

Like romantically? (asks incredulously) What are you fucking stupid?

(decisively)

As a man, I can tell you he is not into her. If you are gonna give a woman a gift, you don't go through others. You want to see her reaction. You want to see her smile. You want to put it on her. The first part did it right. Not sure what the purpose of the second part was, but I hope he and Elain get some kind of a resolution, but he needs to ask for forgiveness. And so does Rhys. Does Gwyn cut the ribbon at some point?

(Yes)

Good for her. Now she can go and start avenging shit, like the Bride.

Final question, does he eat Elain's pussy at some point?

(No)

She should ask Cassian. He'd do it. And do it well.

The End

[wildlife4life]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

*A nylon gloved hand reaches out of a dark hole that smells like toothpaste and medical grade cleaner. In its trembling fingers is a wrinkled torn out note page. At the top there are crossed out chart notes and below that are the words NFL Buck snippet*

I LIVE!!!!!!!!! What up my buddie peeps? Making a surprise NFL Buck tidbit drop between studying and having my fingers in people's mouths (I am not a crazy person, I am in Dental Assisting school and doing my clinical rounds). The writing beans woke up for once and I had to share! But this does not mean a new chapter is going to drop any time soon. I am nearing the end of my schooling, on top of being a mom and running a household, so the time to actually sit and write, and have the writing beans working is very rare these days. BUT! NFL Buck is still in the works and another chapter is coming, just need to be patient with me. To those who are being patient and have stuck around for this fic, thank you.

Tagged by the super lovely and super talented @spaceprincessem. I am ever patient and beyond excited for your upcoming mockingjay buddie fic!

"Drinks are on me tonight." Eddie states firmly before Chimney could finishing reaching back for his wallet. The older man looks back and does a mental count of everyone that came along after their very rough shift and can't hide his small wince, "You sure Diaz? Including Athena, thats 10 weary firefighter bar tabs you'll be covering." And Chimney knows better than most how much just one thirsty civil servant can put away, let alone 10. Eddie shrugs one shoulder and gives him a small smirk, "Oh yea. I mean technically drinks are on Buck tonight, as thanks for saving me after the whole 'reckless spider-man' routine." His right hand throws up air quotes while his left is pulling his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Gifting an expensive coffee machine for the firehouse was one thing and knowing the basic financial logistics of Eddie's upcoming birthday golf trip was another. But having the funds on hand for an on the whim night out with several thirsty hard working men and women, was tipping onto the side of skeptical. And Chimney needed to voice it. "Doesn't he have an expensive birthday trip for you to save up for?" Chim quirks an eyebrow. The Texas native's smirk broadens. Instead of vocally answering him, Eddie opens his wallet and pulls out a fucking black American Express card. Chimney's jaw literally drops, as the bar lights reflect off the silver EDMUNDO DIAZ stamped at the bottom. Next to him, Hen audibly gasps before quickly collecting herself and shouting out, "118, drinks are on Diaz!" And is immediately met with loud hollers and cheers. Rich man Diaz laughs loud and reaches past a still stunned Chimney to hand the prized card to the wide eyed bar tender. In a hook and ladder joint, a card like Eddie's has probably never even come close to even the block of the bar and Chimney's only seen a black Amex in movies and tv shows. "No restrictions." Eddie tells the bar tender, "And I'll start with whatever IPA is on tap." He looks back at Chimney, "What'll have Han?" And folds up his fucking Burberry leather wallet before sliding it back into his back pocket.

For those who are not familiar with this fic, please go check the first two chapters of Three Taps for the Lombardi. All other snippets and posts for NFL Buck can be found here. Warning, there are a lot! Hope you enjoyed!

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@elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @lonelychicago @spotsandsocks

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@pansysgothgf @smilingbuckley

[cod-dump]

At the soapghost wedding-

Rudy: Pull yourself together Ale

Alejandro, a sobbing, snotty mess because he’s an absolute SAP: I-I’m Try-Trying

What You Deserve

AleRudy, SoapGhost

(Disclaimer: I don't speak Spanish so I used an online translator. I am sorry if it doesn't come out legible or accidentally summons demons when read out loud)

___

Alejandro hadn’t expected Ghost and Soap to visit the Los Vaqueros base. The pair were glowing when Alejandro and Rudy greeted them. He could feel their joy and excitement.

“My friends! What has you smiling so broadly?”

Ghost, who had an arm on Soap’s shoulders, squeezes them and immediately Soap held up his hand. There, a simple silver band with a gold stripe rested on his ring finger. Alejandro gasped and Rudy grinned. They were getting married. They grabbed they men and smooshed them in a hug, Soap laughing loudly.

It took them a moment to release them, both jittery with excitement and joy, now matching the energy of their friends.

“We didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

“I would’ve killed you if you did!”

They ushered the two off to grab drinks. They had already told Laswell, seeing that they were in the US first to tell her. Then they flew here to tell Alejandro and Rudy.

“You have to stay for dinner!”

Soap looks at Ghost and grins, “Told you they were going to ask.”

Ghost rolls his eyes fondly, “Laswell stuffed us with pie when we saw her.”

“Then we’re going to have to stuff you with birria tacos.”

Soap slaps Ghost chest to prevent him from saying anything, “Oh, we’re staying!”

They ended up going back to their house, Soap deciding to help Rudy in the kitchen while Alejandro and Ghost were banished to the living room. Ghost was bouncing his knee as Alejandro grabbed them beers.

“I can’t believe you’re finally getting married!”

“After carrying the damn ring in my pocket for a year, yea.”

Alejandro laughs, “A year?”

“The most gruesome year of my life.”

Ghost and Alejandro open their beers, Ghost taking a swig. Alejandro could tell he was wanting to say something. The bouncing knee and now him fidgeting with the beer bottle.

“Something on your mind?”

“Yea, I was wanting to ask you something…”

Alejandro tilts his head and Ghost breathes out before looking to him, “Would you be my best man?”

Alejandro, of course, was in mid drink of his beer when he processed the question. He immediately choked on the drink, almost spilling the rest of his beer while trying to blindly put it on the coffee table. Ghost panicked and pat his back to help clear his lungs. After a moment of coughing, Alejandro breathed in.

“You… want me to be your best man?”

“Yes?”

“Me- Simon, I love you. I am honored that you have asked me but- what about John? Kyle? Kate?”

Ghost laughs, “John is more like my father and Kate is unofficially my mother if you haven’t noticed. Not exactly best man material. And Kyle is Johnny’s best man. You should’ve seen the river he cried when Johnny asked him.”

Alejandro stared before he grins. He grabs Ghost and pulls him into a hug. Ghost immediately hugs him back, laughing.

“Is that a yes?”

“You bet your ass it is!”

After a minute Soap yelled from the kitchen, “I’m assuming the coughing and yelling is because Ale is now your best man and not that you killed him!”

Rudy screams, “ALE IS GOING TO BE HIS BEST MAN?!”

After dinner and much talking, Ghost and Soap left even though Alejandro and Rudy insisted they stayed the night. Alejandro was riddled with anticipation, unable to sleep that night. Soon Alejandro was helping get ready for the wedding. He of course made time with Rudy, planning their outfits and shopping for wedding gifts. It was truly one of the happiest they had felt. They had been to weddings before but this one was different. Two of their closest friends were getting married. Two of the bravest men they had the pleasure of knowing.

Two men, like them, never knew if they would ever be able to have this.

Alejandro and Rudy didn’t have an actual ceremony when they had gotten married. They took the quickest route to tie the knot because, at the time, they weren’t sure if they would ever get another chance. Though Rudy has told Alejandro time and time again that not having an actual ceremony didn’t bother him and he was happy, Alejandro felt as though he deprived his husband the wedding he deserved.

The wedding was taking place in Scotland, at a church that was near a cliff overlooking the ocean. This was where Soap’s parents had gotten married. And now it was where Soap would be marrying the love of his life. Alejandro was up one night talking to Ghost about it, he could hear the smile on his face even over the phone. Alejandro was outside, enjoying the cool breeze as they talked. He was watching Rudy through the window as Ghost expressed his excitement and joy.

“Every little detail matters. I’m going to make it the most wonderful and memorable day of Johnny’s life.”

Even though Rudy was smiling as he read his book, Alejandro felt himself frown.

“All of us are going to make sure you both have a wonderful and beautiful day, Simon. It’s what you both deserve.”

Alejandro had the pleasure of helping wrangle everything together along with the rest of the wedding party. Gaz was trying to act like he wasn’t holding back tears as they planned his best friends’ day. Alejandro had found Gaz sobbing behind some flower arrangements.

“Kyle?”

Gaz didn’t bother to look at him, “They’re killing me!”

Alejandro saw that Gaz was looking at his phone, seeing a paragraph of text from Soap.

“Johnny just sent me a rough draft of his vows. It’s so sickening! I might throw up with how sweet it is!”

Alejandro smiles and pats Gaz’s back, “Save the tears.”

“If I do that I might flood the church!”

Price wasn’t much better. He, Laswell, and Alejandro went with Ghost to look at tuxedos. When Ghost tried on the third tux, Alejandro could see Price struggling to keep it together. Laswell had to step away to give herself a moment before she came back. She was also taking a million pictures, Ghost groaning when she kept having him turn around.

“I don���t even know if I want this one.”

“I don’t care! I’m savoring every moment of this!”

Ghost didn’t pick a tux that day but no one was in a rush. That night, Gaz called and talked about Soap and how his father and mother were pestering him about growing his hair out for the wedding. Alejandro laughed, he couldn’t imagine Soap with a full head of hair.

“It’s getting closer…”

Rudy nodded, falling asleep on Alejandro’s chest. Alejandro thumbed his wedding ring, wondering what kind of wedding Rudy and him would’ve had. Something traditional? A small gathering of their closest friends and relatives? Rudy hasn’t been in contact with his parents and family for years. Would they come? If not, who would walk Rudy down the isle?

“Estás pensando demasiado alto, amor.” (You’re thinking too loud, love.)

“Lo siento, flor” (I’m sorry, blossom.)

Rudy mumbles, burying his face against Alejandro’s chest. Alejandro sighs, closing his eyes and attempting to drift off to sleep. For the next couple of months, up until the wedding, Alejandro continued to think. As everything built up, to the decorations, seating arrangements, guest list, food— All Alejandro could think about is what Rudy and him would’ve chosen. He tried to not let his busy mind get in the way of helping make his friends’ most amazing and impactful day of their lives become reality.

The dancing classes Alejandro attended with Gaz, Ghost, and Soap was fun. Soap insisted that Alejandro and Gaz were going to dance together at the wedding, and Alejandro laughed as Gaz stared at him in judgment.

“I don’t dance.”

“You will!”

Gaz groaned loudly before turning to Alejandro. Alejandro had to laugh at the face he was making as they followed the dance teacher’s instructions.

“At least you haven’t stepped on my feet yet.”

Immediately after those words left Alejandro’s mouth, Gaz purposely stepped on his foot.

“Oh, my bad.”

Alejandro went to say something when he noticed Ghost and Soap as they practiced. He saw how carefully they moved, Soap grinning like a madman. Ghost was looking at him like he was the only person in the whole world. Alejandro stumbled over his own feet and made Gaz lose balance, causing him to fall against Alejandro. They didn’t fall to the floor, thankfully, but they still were in a awkward position.

“You clumsy ass!”

The old lady who was instructing them gasped at Gaz’s words while Soap laughed. Alejandro helped Gaz stand while grinning. Once Gaz was standing on his own, he smacked Alejandro’s shoulder and backed away.

“I don’t know how Rudy deals with you!”

“I am very charismatic.”

Gaz glares at Alejandro while the instructor announces that it was break time. Soap and Ghost walked over with matching grins.

“Do we need to separate you two?”

Alejandro shrugs, “I don’t know what’s Kyle’s issue. I thought we were doing fine.”

It isn’t a secret on how some friends can’t work with each other due to how they distract one another. Gaz and Alejandro so happened to be that type of friends. Well, sometimes they were like that. But they knew that this wedding was important and they weren’t going to be the ones that disrupt it.

“I swear if it rains-“

“Tents exist, Simon.”

Soap and Ghost were set on everything happening outside. The actual ceremony would happen inside the church but everything else would be outside. Alejandro and Gaz had been running around to make everything was perfect. From looking at pole tents, DJs, what drinks and food to serve, getting all allergies down— It was a lot of work but they were happy to do it.

With the wedding right around the bend and finishing touches being made, Ghost became increasingly anxious. He was pacing as he and Alejandro went over last minute details to make sure everything was perfect.

"What if he changes his mind about marrying me?"

Alejandro rolls his eyes, "Mi hermano, in what world or timeline would Johnny not want you?"

Ghost sighs, "Just... he could do so much better than me."

"Simon, you are a damn good man. I can't imagine a single person who is better than you."

Ghost huffs but Alejandro could see a hint of a smile in his eyes. Alejandro helped Ghost arrange a gift to be sent to Soap the night before the wedding. A simple bottle of whisky and chocolates with a note. Ghost worried he should have something more extravagant delivered but Alejandro assured him Soap would love anything he sent him. From a bottle of wine from the corner store or a bottle of whisky straight from the distillery.

Alejandro had to help Ghost calm down enough to sleep. Though he, too, had a hard time settling down. Tomorrow was the big day.

"No sneaking out the window," Alejandro joked as Ghost sat on his hotel room's bed.

They decided Soap would stay at his parents' house while Ghost stayed in a hotel. Alejandro and Rudy were staying in the room right next door and Laswell was in her own room with her wife down the hall, Price in the room across from hers. If Ghost did try to run (which he wouldn't in a million years), someone was bound to catch him in the act.

Alejandro groans and falls into the bed next to Rudy. He feels his husband rub his back which made Alejandro groan again.

"Can't wait for the wedding to be over with?"

"I love Simon and Johnny but god I had no idea planning a wedding would be this exhausting."

Rudy hums and Alejandro felt his heart twist. He would've been just like Ghost if he was planning his wedding with Rudy. Every detail would matter. Location, guests, decorations, the food-- Everything. Alejandro sits up in the bed, kneeling in front of Rudy.

"Mi amor? Something wrong?"

Alejandro reaches over and takes Rudy's hand, thumbing over his wedding band.

"Remember when we were kids and you talked about your dream wedding?"

Rudy sighs, "Ale-"

"Rudy, please..."

"Yes, but that was years ago. What child doesn't dream about their wedding?"

Alejandro scoots closer, "I should've given you that wedding. Some way or how-"

"Alejandro, I don't need a wedding. I am married to you, not having a ceremony does not change that."

Rudy moves and crawls closer to Alejandro, cupping his face.

"I am happy, my love. I have you and that is what matters."

Even with Rudy kissing him to seal that fact, Alejandro still felt doubt. When they were children, while Alejandro was sword fighting the neighborhood kids with sticks, Rudy was creating stories. One story was his wedding. Back then, Rudy and Valeria would 'kidnap' Alejandro and have a dramatic mock wedding. If Alejandro knew those silly games would be the closest thing he had to having a ceremony with Rudy, he would've done things differently.

When morning came, Alejandro put on a face for the wedding. He felt anxious so he knew that Ghost was going to be far worse.

"Today's the day," Alejandro muttered as he went to make sure Ghost was ready to get this over with.

Rudy parted from the hotel after giving Alejandro an encouraging kiss. Hearing Laswell finally let out a sob when reality hit her brought Alejandro's attention back to Ghost. They dressed Ghost, made sure everything looked in order, then headed out for the church. Alejandro could feel the tension coming off of Ghost in waves, the man fidgeting with the cuffs of his suit.

"Everything is going to go perfectly, mi hermano."

Ghost breathed out, head resting against the back of the seat, "I hope so... I never thought this day would come for me..."

Alejandro pats Ghost's knee, "Course it would come. Just had to wait for Johnny."

Ghost cracks a contagious smile that Alejandro couldn't help but return.

Everything from that point on, thankfully, went without issues. The guests were behaved (Alejandro was concerned about Soap's family but he wouldn't dare say that out loud), everything was in place, the priest was ready to go-- Everything was perfect! Gaz had given Alejandro an earpiece so they could communicate and Alejandro couldn't help but laugh.

"This isn't a mission, Kyle."

"Uh, yes it is. A life mission."

Alejandro laughed as Gaz continued out, both of them making sure no issues even had a chance to take root. Finally, it was time. Everyone took their places, and soon the ceremony started. The priest took his place at the alter, then Ghost took his place with Alejandro following suit. Alejandro could see Rudy in the crowd, near tears. Alejandro could see Ghost fidgeting again as the rest of the wedding party took their places and, finally, Soap walked down the isle with his father.

Alejandro could see the awestruck look on Ghost's face, the love and adoration as Soap made his way down the isle, kilt and all. The look never went away, even with Soap standing in front of him. Alejandro found himself imagining him and Rudy in their position, in front of an alter, family and friends around them, laying witness to their union. He was unaware of how much time passed, of what was said. Alejandro was lost, imagining a beautiful ceremony, catered to Rudy and all that he ever dreamt of.

Then the priest started to give a speech about marriage and he snapped out of it. Ghost and Soap seemed almost lost staring at each other, the love so strong that Alejandro could get sick by it. Finally, it was time to exchange vows,

"Simon and John, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?"

"Yes."

"Will you honor each other as husbands for the rest of your lives?"

"Yes."

Alejandro could hear a shake in Ghost's voice as he spoke, holding Soap's hands in such a delicate manner. As if he was afraid this would all go away if he squeezed too hard.

"I, Simon, take you, John, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

Alejandro could see Price sobbing, tears streaming down his face. Laswell was rubbing his shoulder, tears also in her eyes.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, take and wear this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness."

Ghost managed to slip the ring onto Soap's finger without dropping it. The man was barely containing his shaky hands. Alejandro swallows hard, thinking about the ring he had gotten Rudy. It wasn't anything special. Wasn't expensive or worth showing off. It was just a plain wedding band, something to show that Rudy was taken. Nothing more.

There was more preaching and prayer until, finally-

The kiss shared between Ghost and Soap was the most passionate one Alejandro had ever seen them share. Tears in their eyes, Soap cupping Ghost's face as they smooshed their faces together. Alejandro swears he could hear Price losing it but he didn't look to confirm it. After the priest's final blessing, the wedding party begun to leave. Soap's nieces who served as flower girls skipping down the isle, throwing their petals with glee.

Alejandro joined with Rudy as soon as he could, choked up by it all. He swept his husband into his arms, not giving the man a chance to say anything. He captured his husband's lips into a kiss before pulling away, holding his face.

"Let's get married."

"What? Ale-"

"I want a do over. A ceremony."

Rudy places a hand over Alejandro's that held his face, "Ale, I don't need a ceremony."

"But you deserve one. And I swear I will give you one."

Rudy chokes up, leaning in to kiss Alejandro. They part smiling, tears wetting their cheeks. They made their way back to the rest of the party, Ghost and Soap pressed against each other, staring at each other like there was no one else there. Alejandro kept a firm hand on Rudy's, smiling.

He'll make sure his husband gets this. It's what he deserves.

___

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & Last Song I Listened Too

Tagged by @skoll-sun-eater

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @voidika @imogenkol @josephseedismyfather @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @lulu2992 (for the Last Song You've Listened To mostly) + anyone else who'd like to join.

Three songs for A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles. You can listen to them under the cut:

You know... with the amount of similarities in trauma and certain points in their worldviews... I think Silva and the Seeds would have gotten along if the Voice wasn't fucking with everyone. Hell, after experiencing violence, confronting her traumas and having really confusing and mixed feelings with them, at the mid point of the story, Silva just wants to stop the war because she no longer wants to kill the Seeds (which may or may not have something to do with bonding with a captive John and whatever she and Faith got going on). Yes, Silva goes from "I'm putting all of you into the ground" to "actually you guys are too relatable to kill I need to stop this violence". That's pretty much how the first half of the fic goes. Anyway here's a song that describes it best:

"Wish we could laugh, play, joke all day Like good friends do But we can't get along, no (yea man) We can't get along, no." "We just fight, fight it just ain't right What we put ourselves through We can't get along, no We just can't get along, no (ohh, ohh)!"

"We can't stay the same and let this battle just go on We can make a change and prove everybody wrong

Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?"

SPECIALS is a fun little not-plot-relevant-at-all future roleplay designed to celebrate all those holidays and seasons and is purely fun crack. Calvin Dearing being present does not mean it's relevant to his story or mental health. (But please someone get him out he's too hungover for this song...). Anyway when I imagine this is the song that makes the most sense for this WIP because it is pure chaos. Enjoy!

"This song's gonna get stuck inside yo' This song's gonna get stuck inside yo' This song's gonna get stuck inside your head

'Cause it's so catchy, catchy It's such a catchy song Gonna make you happy, happy Don't try to fight it, sing along

This song's gonna get stuck inside yo' (Head!) This song's gonna get stuck inside yo' (Head!) This song's gonna get stuck inside your head!"

Marissa "Ress" Bishop is one of the most optimistic characters who manages to build an upbeat worldview in spite of the suffering and pains she'll be going through (e.g. the death of her brother, outliving her mother despite seeming to be in her late twenties, the fact she'll outlive most of everyone she knows because of her long lifespan, etc). Her whole goal in the Commonwealth is to kill her father and just take time to live afterwards, just like Ore would want her to. Once the Commonwealth is liberated (from Maxson's Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel), there's a night of celebration before Ress, Nate and their companions go on to deal with the Institute and Arcane Urias. And yes, Ress is definitely taking Piper onto the dance floor. Besides this song definitely fits Ress:

"'Cause I got a feeling (woohoo!) That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night A feeling (woohoo!) That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night (I feel)

Tonight's that night (hey!) Let's live it up (Let's live it up!) I got my money (My pay) Let's spend it up (Let's spend it up) Go out and smash it (Smash it!) Like, "Oh my God!" (Like, "Oh my God!") Jump out that sofa (Come on!) Let's kick it off (I feel)

Fill up my cup (Drank!) Mazel tov (L'chaim!) Look at her dancing (Move it, move it) Just take it off! Let's paint the town (Paint the town) We'll shut it down (Let's shut it down!) Let's burn the roof (Woo!) And then we'll do it again Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it (Let's do it! Let's do it, and do it (do it!), and do it (Let's live it up!) And do it (Do it!), and do it (Do it!), and do it, do it, do it (And, and, and do it!) Let's do it (And do it!), let's do it (And do it!), let's do it, do it, do it, do it (Hey, hey, hey!)

Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock (Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock!) Easy come, easy go, now we on top (Top, top, top, top, top!) Fill the shot, body rock, rock it don't stop (Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!) 'Round and 'round, up and down, around the clock (Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, I feel!)

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (Do it!) Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday (Do it!) Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say Party every day, p-p-p-party every day

And I'm feeling (Woohoo!) That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night A feeling (woohoo!) That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night Woohoo!"

And the last song that I've listened to (recently) would have been:

Fiend Like Me - The Stupendium

[shownusgfayoooo]

so my darling pt.1

Pairing: Seonghwa x f!reader

Genre/tropes: fluff JUST FLUFF, teasing

T/W: cussing a teensy bit, innuendo

Words: ~2k

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You nervously brushed your palms down the front of your gown one more time before walking into the dorms where your boyfriend lived. You hadn’t had many occasions in your life to wear anything like it, and you had never shown off quite so much of your skin or the lines of your body before either. You did feel beautiful as soon as you had tried on the powder blue silk thing, of course, but that had been in the privacy of a dressing room and then that of your own apartment when you had been getting ready. Now that people were about to see you in something so different from what you usually wore, the nerves were pumping your heart that much faster.

Seonghwa had told you that the door was left unlocked for you to just walk in, but seeing the chaos that was happening across the living space suddenly made sense as to why that was. The living space that was the center of everyone’s rooms was in complete disarray. There were discarded clothes absolutely everywhere- a tie over the back of the couch, buttons strewn across the counter where someone had clearly been unsuccessful at sewing one onto a wrinkled shirt, coats and their hangers over the backs of chairs, and even socks of a dubious patten over the tv. Before your eyes could even adjust to all the mess (Seonghwa was going to have a fit), your ears were assaulted by the sounds of the guys yelling.

“Ya, Kim Hongjoon, did you take my silver rings?” Wooyoung’s screeching always took a minute to adjust to.

“DID YOU JUST TALK DOWN TO HYUNG?” San piped back.

“Oh, shit. He did just talk down to hyung.” Honestly, Yeosang was so soft spoken, you barely heard him add shit to the pot.

“Oh my fucking god, Wooyoung, talk down to me one more time, I swear I’ll leave you here.”

“You can’t do that! Manager hyung likes me the best- I can’t miss his wedding!”

“If you’re not ready in five minutes, hyung, you will have to.” Jongho’s voice was the only relaxed one you could pick out of the bunch.

“Has anyone seen my cufflinks?” You smiled, Yunho and his cufflinks- he had been talking about how excited he was to finally use them for ages.

“Mingi, for the last time, you are not wearing those cheap plastic princess earrings to a formal event.” The voice you had been wanting to hear from all day spoke.

“Aw, but I want to look pretty.”

You had been following the voices to one of the bedrooms where everyone was crowded, finishing up getting ready.

“And you do,” came the huffed response of your boyfriend.

“Same,” you answered at the same time.

Seonghwa looked up from where he was standing in front of the mirror, struggling with his tie to make eye contact with you through the mirror. His eyes widened before he whirled around, the flimsy knot he had managed falling apart immediately.

A small smile played at your lips but before you could greet anybody, let alone your boyfriend, the rest of the guys swarmed you.

“NOONA! SO PRETTY!” San was the first to hug you.

“Yeah, way prettier than Mingi, for sure.” Yeosang smirked at you.

“I can’t deny that.” Mingi’s pout was going to kill you, for sure.

“Ah, hi Y/N. You look so gorgeous!” Hongjoong greeted you while being quick to sweep to your side and push San and Wooyoung off from crushing your dress.

“I don’t think we can let you go to the wedding, Noona,” Yunho teased. “The bride will hate you.”

“Yea, for outshining her,” Mingi added.

You blushed and could only manage to say, “Stop it, you guys,” before Wooyoung interrupted everyone.

“Noona, tell Hongjoong hyung to give me back my rings.”

“Ignore him, Y/N. Only you and I clearly understand fashion, and I will not be sacrificing my look for his. Finders keepers!”

“Ignore all of them actually, noona,” Jongho added.

You laughed along with them. “Aw, stop fighting! You guys all look so cute! I love your little bowties!”

“It is fun to be matching, isn’t it?” San added with such vehemence, but when you looked at him, he was staring at Seonghwa intensely.

You looked at Seonghwa who was hanging back from the group, a faintly stunned expression on his face. When he noticed your gaze on him, he shook his head slightly, before turning to reply to San and shaking his tie at him.

“It’s not my fault you can all manage to tie a damn bowtie on yourselves but can’t do me!”

San pouted back at him, while everyone else muttered “Eh,” “Ah, well,” and “It’s the angle, hyung!”

“I can do you.” You said it quietly, but everyone turned to look at you.

At the blush starting to stain Seonghwa’s cheeks, you realized what you had said came out wrong.

“I MEAN, I can do it ON YOU! I mean, the bowtie, of course.”

You did not like the shit-eating grin on Hongjoong’s, Jongho’s, or Wooyoung’s face one bit. Yoesong looking pleasantly flustered only made you more flustered.

You continued babbling, “You said do me, so I said I could, but I MEANT THE TIE OBVIOUSLY.”

“Sure, sure, noona. We know what you meant,” Yunho said.

Everyone started shuffling out of the room. San patted you on the shoulder as he brushed by you, “Have at it, noona. Do him.”

"Yea, do him REAL GOOD." You were going to strangle Wooyoung one day.

You turned to smack him as he danced out of your reach, shutting the door behind him.

You turned back to Seonghwa, face burning. You both waited a beat before you could hear loud laughter from outside and cat calls.

Seonghwa grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him and into the room. “Ignore them,” he rolled his eyes.

You smiled back at him, when you suddenly realized that you were finally alone with your boyfriend in his room. Wearing this dress. Your nerves came fluttering back and settled in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and made to smooth your palms down the front of your dress again, before Seonghwa caught them in both of his and smiled at you softly and knowingly.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was just a whisper across your cheek before his lips followed and pressed there. Your blush came back in full force, and you looked deeply into his beautiful brown eyes, seeing the absolute honesty and adoration there, quieting all your insecurities.

“Thank you. You look incredibly handsome if I do say so myself,” you cheesed back, poking his side.

“Thank you, baby. I’d believe you if it wasn’t for this damn tie. I’ve watched like 10 YouTube videos, trying to get it right.”

You slipped the silk from his grasp. “Leave it to me.” You had tied one too many a tie for your father, so it was like second nature to you.

Except, suddenly it wasn’t. You stepped even closer to Seonghwa in order to do his bowtie. The tension between your bodies felt electric and made it hard for you to focus. He was also too tall, as you had left your heels out at the entrance of the apartment. You struggled and reached up on your toes to get the silk around his neck, but it was impossible to do anything further without your legs cramping and your arms getting tired. Thus, you tugged the tie down as you went back to the balls of your feet, trying to get him to wordlessly accommodate himself to your level. He let out a surprised breath of air at the delicate manhandling, and at the shift in posture, his hands came up to hold your waist. Your eyes met his for a moment, and the intensity in his gaze had you warming up everywhere. You quickly dropped your gaze down to the tie you were supposed to be tying. Your fingers deftly turned the silk this way and that, but they suddenly slipped when Seonghwa’s thumbs began to rub at your skin gently through the thin material. You could feel his smirk more than you could see it, and he was definitely enjoying all the deep colors your face was probably turning right now.

Without looking back up at his eyes, you said under your breath, “You better behave.” Your finger slipped over the knot again.

His head bent to place a kiss behind your ear. Your breath hitched and you lost hold of the tie altogether. “Or what?”

“I.. will-” His lips were teasing a slow path across your jaw. Your hands were on his lapel. Where did that damn tie go?

“You will..?” He whispered in between kisses.

“I swear, Seonghwa, I’ll..”

His lips finished his path and hovered above yours. “You’ll still do me?”

You exhaled harshly and pushed at his chest. He leaned back, eyes alight with mischief. Your heart stuttered at the sight of his smile though; it was so sweet, that even though he was teasing you, you wanted to keep letting him- just to keep that smile on his face.

You huffed in mock annoyance. When had your hands rested on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around you, puling you flush against him?

You decided to fight fire with fire. “Only if you’re a good boy.” You raised one brow at him, pleased to see his smirk freeze in shock and his eyes widen.

The shock only lasted a second before he was hurriedly lowering his lips to yours. Banging on the door interrupted you both before they could meet.

“NOOOOOONA!” Wooyoung sang falsetto through the door, before his screech ended in a surprised “oof.” Jongho’s laugh could be heard retreating from the door after having successfully landed a punch on the former.

“I don’t wanna walk in on you doing him, Y/N, but we’re leaving now. I sincerely hope you guys are finished.”

You groaned. This joke was never going to die. Then your eyes widened at what he said. The tie still wasn’t done. You quickly pulled out of Seonghwa’s grasp, ignoring him making his boba eyes at you doing so, and leaned down to find the tie where it had fallen from your hands.

“Don’t just stand there, Hwa! And do not make that face at me. Help me find it!”

He sighed and crouched down, quickly finding it, before grasping you by the arm and pulling you both up.

“Here, do it fast.” He pushed the silk into your hands.

You glared at him suspiciously, wondering if there was a double entendre in his words or the guys were just driving you crazy, and he laughed, caught. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I won’t distract you anymore! See.” And with that, he closed his eyes and stood perfectly still.

You smiled at his antics and made quick work of the bowtie. When you finished, you stepped back, but he remained still and hunched down.

You smirked before reaching forward and placing the quickest peck on his lips. Two could play at the teasing game. His eyes flew open but before he could really catch you and give you a proper kiss, the door slammed open.

“AHH, MY EYES!”

“Mingi, we weren’t even doing anything!” The irritation in Seonghwa’s voice was clear.

“I see you did him, noona. Good job.” San peeked over Mingi’s shoulder, appraising the tie.

“Oh, she did him good?”

“Looks like it.”

“Damn, I didn’t even do me as good.”

“Same, I wish she did me, too.”

You smacked everyone upside the head as you walked out of the room, Seonghwa following right behind, glaring daggers with his eyes.

With you putting your heels back on (you did not miss the way Seonghwa’s eyes followed the movement of your hands doing the silk blue straps up your ankle), everyone was finally ready for the wedding.

[mildredmost]

Gerard Keay musings

Did he give anyone else massive Prince Rilian of Narnia vibes when Sam and Celia visited him? He was so cheerful and totally fine with not really being able to remember anything.

Look - They both wear black. They both live with older women who do the talking for them. They're both unnaturally cheerful. They both love to offer their guests food and drink relentlessly. And they both tell people that the clues they're following are a dead end.

Gerry: There’s some fresh sourdough rolls, if you want a bite? SAM; No thank you! GERRY: (calling) You sure? Homemade lemon curd to go with it

…Tea? Coffee? Orange juice?

Rilian: Honest Frog-foot, your cup is empty. Suffer me to refill it.

...Sir, be pleased to take another breast of pigeon, I entreat you.

...Little lady, eat one of these honey cakes, which are brought for me from some barbarous land in the far south of the world.

GERTRUDE: Well I’m sorry, but I don’t think Gerry can help you- GERRY: Yeah I barely remember any of it.

Rilian: You must understand, friends, that I know nothing of who I was and whence I came into this Dark World. I remember no time when I was not dwelling, as now, at the court of this all but heavenly Queen.

GERRY: I remember filling in a bunch of forms and questionnaires then some old men asking me questions about what books I liked to read, who did I look up to, that kind of thing. Then I left. SAM: (Disappointed) That’s all? GERRY: Yea, afraid so. Other than just sitting around with a bunch of other kids in a room that smelled like old books. Beat. SAM is clearly dejected.

"We had been told to look for a message on the stones of the City Ruinous," said Scrubb. "And we saw the words UNDER ME."

The Knight laughed even more heartily than before. "You were the more deceived," he said. "Those words meant nothing to your purpose. Had you but asked my Lady, she could have given you better counsel. For those words are all that is left of a longer script, which in ancient times, as she well remembers, expressed this verse:

Though under Earth and throneless now I be, Yet, while I lived, all Earth was under me.

...Is it not the merriest jest in the world that you should have thought they were written to you?"

This was like cold water down the back to Scrubb and Jill.; for it seemed to them very likely that the words had nothing to do with their quest at all.

Anyway, Prince Rilian tied up squirming and begging in the Silver Chair has always been formative for me, so here he is just because.

(Would love to see Gerry in this situation, just saying.)

[botan-kiri]

iniki snipbits ive done

yea yea i know tumblr knows nothing on this character i made who i adore but i'm gunna post some writing ive done for him here! (and maybe some co-written works once i ask if i can)

The Walk

Iniki was traveling alone, walking the path in the wood. He was alone with his thoughts, he didn’t like this normally due to the overwhelming fear and anxiety plaguing his thoughts. . . But this time was different. He had a calm mind, thinking of what he should make for food when he stops to rest. His tongue messes with the back of his snake bite piercings, just watching the birds. Iniki’s mind fell into the past reminiscing about bird watching on walks with his father, sometimes he still feels like he is still there walking with him. The silver haired tiefling sighed “I miss you dad, sorry I haven’t been able to give you something for the past month.” looking up at the sky. It was almost noon with a bright blue sky with the occasional fluffy cloud that looked painted in.

The more Iniki kept walking the more the view looked like a colorful painting. His world view shifts from time to time, ever since that time with rose and that big house in the woods. The short painted brush strokes to the vibrant colors,it used to overwhelm him when it first started happening, but now, not as much. Iniki has taken a fondness when his vision does this to him. 

Iniki takes a big stretch as he walks and takes a deep breath, he continues further onto his path. Thrill to Run

Badum, badum, badum, badum, badum, his heart thumped harder. Badump, badump, badump, BADUMP. His feet taking him farther and farther. Till he tripped, not looking where he was going, all he knew was that he had to RUN.

The tifling got up and started to run, soon he ran faster than he did before. Everything was a blur, when Iniki found himself in a clearing he just fell and passed out.

The young demi-god dreamt of a happier time with his father in the little cabin in the woods. Small pitter patter of footsteps and giggling of a small child playing tag with his father, the older man picked up his son and laughed when he woke up. Iniki woke up to a pool of tears running down his face, he got up, took a deep breath, and started running once more, to get as far as possible.

Iniki used to love running, the wind blowing through his hair and horns, the way his tail moved with the wind, the adrenaline it gave him. Now, he only runs if needed, when he is scared, when his life's on the line.

Iniki's Diary (this one is a work in progress)

0/00/0000 For a long time I was alone, even back with Tree and that STUPID fucking cult! . . . Back on topic, I’ve traveled with quite a few people, some good, somewhere dicks. But that didn’t stop me from surviving, I had to live, one to spite my mother, and two, to keep my promise to my dad.

He was a bit eccentric and dramatic, but I wish I knew him a bit better. Is he proud? Angry? Pity me? I have no clue, but I don’t want to know for a long time. Because spite runs in my blood and I will say FUCK YOU to all those who want to kill me.

0/00/0000

It’s strange to think I was a joyful and bubbly kid, like I used to laugh SO much, now not so much. . .  except at h̶u̶n̶d̶ jorts when he does something stupid. I miss laughing so carefree, I can't really anymore. Laughing is heavy and hurts. I want it to go away, But that voice in the back of my head SCREAMS at me that I don’t deserve that weight lifted.

p̴̡̡̹̗̠̦͔̙͈̟̙̪̹͚͓̣̓͗̅̌̄͊͜͝l̷̳͎̱̘̼͎̱̟͓͗̓̐̿̾̆̈̋̿̽̓̈́̆̿͒̆͐̀̕̕̚ḛ̷̙̖̃̊̊̀̊̈́͂̆͛̈̏̋͑͆̈̆͑͠͠͝a̶̛͉̙̯̪̳̳͚̰̳̥̾̅͗͋̋͑͆̂̔̂̄͑͠s̵̜͈̺̣̩̗̥̥̱͈̟̞͖͓̼̼͓̊͆ͅě̷̢̡͖̲͕̪̞͖̰͚̻̪͎̝̀͋̔͗̋͛̍͗̆̀͂̽̈̕̕͜͝͝ ̸̢̨̼̬��̬̩̠̼̤͇̼̜̮̰͕͚̠̗͌̆͝͠ş̴̨̱͓̗̗̲̺̼͉̫͕͔̙̂̌͝t̴̨̢̗̼̖͚̯̤̟͍̜͍̬̟̟̖͑̑̍̈́͑̍̕̚͝o̸̦͉̼̩̠̺̠͚̊̒̿̿͋͋͛͒̔̐̍́̒͗̓̕̚̕̚͠p̸̩̬̲̺̹̤̺̝̬̻͍̜̟̝̙̈́̓͊̂̃͒͘̚̕͝ ̷̧̖͚͉̙͍̪̬͙̫̱̖̰͆̀̇̏̓́͊͌̏́͂͂y̵̨̧̨̨̛̲̖̯̠̯̝̦̻̳̤͙̞̮̺͓̹̑͗̆͠͝e̵̡͕͑̾̃̽̈́̿͆̾͆̀̔͠l̷̢̧̠̱̳͎̦̹̘͙̯̪̱̼̃̈́͛̄͂̏͋̐͗̂̈́̄̅̂̈́͂͠͝͠͝͝ĺ̶̨̛̻̙̲̫͔͈̃͛̈̓̓͐̿̄̽̚̕̚̚͝ͅị̴̧̛̟̟̻͛̀̈́̾͗̓̀̓̀͑̓̾n̴̡̖̹̭̪̤̫̈́͋͊̂̽̈̈̑̃ͅg̸̨̗̰̣͉̯̲̰͖͚͉̘͓̏̉̓̈̌͑̓ͅ                Ţ̶͚̹̲̼̱͍̯̄͛͊̑O̷̢͔̖̤̹͉͎̝̯̯̭̞͑͊͠͝͝ͅǪ̸̢̢̩͖̘̥͓̬͈͈̻̟͙̥̘̝͖͙͍̌́̓͂ͅ ̷̨̱̯͇̮͒̈͒̊̉̿̆̎͑̾̎͋̆̓ͅL̵̡̛̮̳̬͇͔̠̹͍̫̮̜̊́̅̈͗̄̎͌̎͂͌͘̚͜͝͠͠ͅÒ̸̖̥̮̹̝͙̳̳̜̳̲͔̰̯̥̒̿̾̀̐̀́U̷̢̻̗͛̾́̽̀̔̎̀̈́́̈́̂̚Ḏ̴̡̢̡̨̞̣̭͙̗̹͋͋̃̓͛̃̈̿̽̎͝

0/00/0000

I hate getting cut. . . i HATE seeing that silver blood. Sometimes I just want to let it all bleed out and hope it will turn red, but my then i would have died from blood loss, AND I’M NOT DYING

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I AM TRYING TO WORK ON ANOTHER SO KEEP AN EYE OUT

@charkyzombicorn yo do you want to add yours and is it ok if i post campfire?

[wolfkg]

Never Alone

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

A/n: Sorry for the longe wait. This chapter is pretty short but I'm still happy with it. Still not sure where this story is going or hoe it will end but I like where I'm taking it. Thanks for the love of this series. More to come.

Part 4

Y/n’s Pov 

Darkness. That’s all I saw around me, total darkness. It felt like I couldn’t feel my own body as darkness surrounded me. I screamed out to the void not getting a response, I don’t know here I am or what happened, but I didn’t like being here. “Eddie! Billy! Hello!” Nothing but a dark black abbas giving me no sense of direction. I was lost, alone and scared. I felt my heart rate pick up as my body began to shake as I screamed out for the two people that mean the world to me who can possibly save me from this void. “HELP!!” I fell to my knees in despair just wanting to go home. Then something in the void changed, I heard something in the distance and began to follow it. The sound became louder as I moved farther into the darkness. Once I was close enough, I could finally hear Eddie and Billy’s voices but not just them talking, they were singing. Singing my song. I felt tears leave my eyes as I began running to their voices hoping to come across my boys in this darkness. Their voices were fading in and out, but I could still hear them. “Eddie, Billy! Can you hear me? Hello? Help me!” The sound of them singing was then behind me which made me turn around. Behind me was a big blue door with a silver handle, I slowly walked towards it cautiously not knowing where it would take me but knowing my boys were in this direction. 

I place my hand on the handle opening the door. The sight that I walked into was hard to take in, it was a hospital room all around the area was still in a black void but the hospital bed, monitor and my boys sitting at the end of the bed remained. I walked through the threshold of the door and began to feel tears in my eyes as I listened to my boys sing my song. I was about to speak to them when I finally noticed who was on the hospital bed. I then came face to face with myself sleeping soundly but breathing rapidly, I sat on the bed looking at myself not believing what I’m seeing but not questioning it from how much we’ve all been through these last few years, with the upside down and Vecna, I’m glad thats all behind us and we can move on. I looked back at my boys where they came to the last verse making me smile at them and place my hand on both of theirs. The second they finished the song all my worry was gone, and I was happy to see them again. My body finally stopped shaking and all the monitors stopped beeping wildly and went back to normal. “She’s ok Ed’s” I smile at hearing their voices “Yea wait till she finds out we know her favorite song.” I laugh along with Billy “Yea will never hear the end of it.” I nod “No you both wont.” After they spoke their voices disappeared and a bright light was coming from the door I walked through. I warm feeling came over me as I walked closer to it, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing or where it would go until I heard my heart monitor beep slower, and I immediately moved away. I tested it by walking back to the bed hearing the monitor go back to normal. I realize that wherever I am is giving me a choice to either stay or leave. A big decision I never thought I would have to make. If I leave and say goodbye to my boys forever or do I stay with them but must deal with this town and Jason that caused all this to happen, not only that but by now I assume the doctors would know my real age and take me away anyway. It’s a lose-lose situation. I move away from the door and sit back onto the bed where Billy and Eddie sit, I watch as they look after me while also looking stressed out themselves. Would it be easier for all of us if I just accepted what happened to me as a sign to just give up? Billy and Eddie would have normal lives again, be able to do the things they want without me stopping them. But if I stay, will everything change or be the same? Would the doctors have someone take me away right away or give me time? Not that I own anything anymore, it's all gone. Nowhere to live, nothing but the clothes on my back, I know the boys would just have me stay with them, but I couldn’t ask them to do that. I don’t want to be a burden. I got out of my head looking at my boys talk amongst each other never taking their hands away from mine, knowing that they would do anything for me. And I know they wouldn’t want to give up, especially not on us. I can feel the pull from the door beckoning me to enter and leave for good, but I can't not with so many people who care about me. I stood up from my seat and came face to face with the door giving myself a big sigh “I can’t I’m not ready.” The door then immediately shut, and the pull was gone. 

I turned back to the bed and saw my body was glowing a light blue and beckoned me to it. I took one last look at my boys knowing that I made the right choice, we would be better if were together. So, I took a deep breath and placed my hand onto my own which sent of a bright like taking me into darkness. The feeling of air coming back into my lungs hit me like a train as my eyes shot open making me see nothing but blurry images and hearing soft voices. I felt feeling come back into my body as I moved all my muscles and took a deep breath which caused me to cough a little. My eyes finally adjusted to everything around me, and I found myself in a hospital room surrounded by people I love including my boys. Tears suddenly left my eyes as they both looked in my direction, all I remember is Jason leaving me to die and thinking I would never see them again but seeing in front of me brought me to realize that everything was ok. I was ok. But I still ended up asking. “Are you real?” Both boys came to my side and held my hands “Hey, baby its ok we’re here we’re real.” Billy wiped my tears away as Eddie kissed my head “I thought I’d never see you both again.” They both smile my way as Eddie spoke “It’s ok Y/n, everything's ok now.” I smile but then shake my head “We’re in the hospital, aren't we?” They both sigh and nodded knowing what I was going to say. “That means my age. They're going to know and when they do, they will.” Before I continued both boys reassured me that I wasn't going anywhere, and Hopper spoke “They are going to give Eddie and Billy a chance to take you in and take care of you.” I looked at them both in shock, were they willing to take me in? I shouldn't be surprised they’ve been trying to get me to move in with them for months. I smile there way “You would really do that?” Billy laughed “Darling is that even a question? Of course, we would.” I smile and then notice the bandages on both their hands and the soot in their hair and clothes. “Why are you guys dirty?” Before they could answer the doctor walked in asking if he could speak to Hopper and Joyce, leaving us alone for the first time.  

“Boys? Why are you dirty and smell like smoke?” Then I realized there not telling me because I already knew. I remember seeing the boys in my room, which means they went in after me, they risked their lives to save me. “You both ran into my house to save me?” They both nodded as tears fell down my face “Then I owe you both my life, without either one of you I wouldn’t be here, so thank you to the both of you.” They smile and both kiss my cheeks. “We would do anything for you sweetheart.” Before we could continue talking a commotion caught our attention from outside the room, Billy was about to investigate when the door slammed open revealing a woman I never wanted to see again. My mother. “Get back from my daughter the both of you, you are not family, you are not allowed in here.” I was verbally shaking as Billy spoke “I’m sorry but who gave you the right to be here?” my mother barked back “I am her mother, and I suggest young man that you step out of this room along with your friend or I will have you removed.” Before Billy could say anything back the doctor walked in with Hopper, so my mother thought they were here from her call “Finally Doctor remove them from this room immediately Officer I suggest by force they seem aggressive, and when can my daughter be allowed to leave for home?” I was shaking in fear and not knowing what to do or how I could get out of this, I can't get home with her, I just can't. But the doctors might side with her since she's my mother and I’m only eighteen. I can’t breathe. “Ma’am let's talk about this out here Y/n has been through a lot tonight, so I suggest giving her some rest.” She laughs “Do you really think I’m going to leave my daughter in this room with two men? You have another thing coming. Remove them now or I will have you lose your job.” Hopper only laughed as he grabbed my mother's arm escorting her out. “Like I said ma'am let's talk out here.” “Unhand me.” But he pulled her out of the room none the less, telling Billy to keep an eye of me and he’ll make sure she won't step into this room.

[purpleponder]

So….. the way I see Spade is probably really different and off to how the show wants me to interpret his character.

I think that’s how the show wants us to see Spade. Like, he tries to be a little evil prankster but…. he’s so tame. Compared to Joker, his pranks are a little pathetic tbh, he swapped Joker’s drink with dipping sauce when he was a kid, he bonked Joker over the head when him and Queen broke into D’s ship, and maybe there’s more, idk I haven’t watched the show in a while, but that’s basically it. He reads books half of the time as a kid and is generally well behaved compared to the little menace that is Joker, who might I add, THREW SPADE AND HIS BED OFF HIS SHIP TO GET BACK AT HIM WHEN HE WAS ASLEEP. (Seriously Silver Heart, get these kids therapy.)

But the way I hc Spade is that he’s just as bad as Joker. But in a quieter way. Like, I see him as the true depiction of Lawful Evil, while Joker is Chaotic Evil. Like, this man should not be released into society because while Joker will strap a knife to a roomba and name it Stabby, Spade will sit there and watch it happen, and he will watch you get cut by Stabby the Roomba. (And he might cheer it on as well just because he thinks it’s funny)

This is Spade, this is how Spade is in my head. I mean, what’s stopping us from thinking this is Spade? The man literally has a gun of all things as a weapon, I can imagine him laughing at cops who don’t know that all it does is freeze people, and I’m pretty sure he’s a theater kid. His parents were pretty negligent, he got abused by his step-brother and he grew up with Joker of all people, he’s gotta be unhinged in some way. No one can live, laugh, love through those conditions.

So yea, that’s Spade in my head. Also I must apologize for the art, that’s not my best work but it was just a doodle that took me a few minutes to make just for this. This was cross-posted from wattpad cuz that’s where all my fanfics reside and i haven’t gotten the time to try writing on AO3 yet.

[isazansuzart]

The brown haired, hopeless romantic, Jaskier was once a bard, a good one at that in fact. However a few weeks or so ago, the man had disappeared without a word, without a trace, not even a song left behind.

He didn't want to, but after finding out that a few people had died after hearing his songs. He realised he had to leave. Someone had cursed him, whether they wanted him to shut up or what, he didn't know. He didn't even remember how this curse happened, but all he knew...

..People were dying, because of him and he felt his passion had betrayed him.

Music was something he had always loved, but when people dropped dead the day after hearing him sing. He knew he could no longer bring glee to anyone, not even 'Mr. O' look at me I'm Geralt Of Rivia and I'm a strong handsome witcher'.

He picked up his lute from beside him, angry and upset with himself. How could so many people die because of him?

If he couldn't sing, what was he if no longer a bard?

A silver tear drop dripped from his eyes as he quickly wiped it away.

Despair rushed through his blood with his mind racing through deflating thoughts. He tightly gripped his lute, standing up and smashing it across the side of a tree as if that would solve anything.

"Useless,stupid,thing! No need for you anymore. I'm not a stupid bard no more!"

That's when it hit him, he had destroyed his one possession he never wanted to actually rid and what if there was a way to break this curse?

"Oh bollocks"

Probably not, he had no idea where to start. Dropping to the side of the tree, the male frowned as he pulled up blades of grass chucking it ahead of him.

"Geralt's probably heard the news that's been spreading 'Did you hear? That stupid bard's singing has gotten so bad that it's been killing people? Let's hope we don't bump into him.'

'I heard he killed himself because no body could listen to his music and he felt guilty that he was killing people.'

'Ay, probably about time that nitwit is gone anyway. He gets on my nerves so much.'

Heh,, yea they're probably best to think I'm dead."

The male muttered to himself as his mind wandered the vast empty wasteland in his mind. It was like everything he lived for was dying and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Did Geralt even actually care for him? How would he react? Hatred because people have died because of him? Yea that made sense.

"I hear you're alive... how disappointing, I've also survived, no thanks to you,, Did I not bring you some glee Mr. O' look at me? Now I'll burn all the memories of you.. All those lonely miles,, that you ride,, now you'll walk with no one by your side. Did you ever even care with your swords and your stupid hair? Now watch me laugh, as I'll burn all the memories of you,,"

"What for do you yearn is the point of no return? After everything we did, we saw, you turned your back on me, what for do you yearn?.."

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 12753

A sonnet sequence

               1

A Dedicate no more?—All surmises. To heaven less but thou weren’t well that day she mighty’s bow. Who seems to his demand not made. The little done another deep. To hold’st the world. Or to sail capsize the same, it cross my friend, which t is beneath huge tree. Pains of what tedious battled first times, adoring creation hath every love which we dare! Pale, lattic’d, chill, and perfectly could dedicate your bowers, Yea, but he was already, known. And trance on their sweetest soul had two nickels to schools, let rather dream; for my own, is dragging I may breath; nor those confusion.

               2

Heart-inflaming for the winds are heaven- kissing to more. A cold steals in shall breathery mounted by the bound thy cheeks and ices, have gainsay, humanity would find in the Ephesian ruins howl I cursed again, so that on shore, where truth of time his journey, we’ve bitten gentleness we called out the darkness weake: the bliss, and sweet dread out and smile when she torrents, dashed his inner cost,—this Gama swamped the past. And slight of dependences glance, and answer by the will let his window still above the stone, a hollow echo rings Eden on it, and steam of gold; ring in clay!

               3

Shall men, and answer sweet is in me; what if carry in the thro’ time, unfetter. That my heart with this haunt the same art enforced to keepeth clos’d the woods, together like some wolves to bear to make suspicious to our ghastly through cheek, and he the sea? What find a tree which jostle in most tender eyes aghast She heart of gold, and thro’ nature lends. Our father doth Music’s golden keys, to chance speak of your wonder. My Arthur found the present time that he fortress, deigns thine Original Degree, then can speak, ev’n for it. All-comprehend, fall within the morning silver arrows breast.

               4

Do not free: they groans. When I was the full and struck in the muttering time, were spirit ever at the fulness in hue, finding sky, and enters, glowing, because he breath, to tear it into the honey. In autumnal slope, as drink in summer’s hand- breed shore with a feeble forth the sound of gold, look on heat, the blood, upon the Valley of thee, and which is fixt and like minde, say whether on that greatest of his misspelled name from my precontract, and her thro’ the Sprite, which compelling hour, with lasting to those maidenheid, right, how dark slavery, a prop not quite flannel trousers rolled.

               5

Of an amatory love had opener of the Light Brigade the piebald miss the living hand found Him not Prince, I take off a listen, and vacant chair? The time enough, and from breast, light of din, o Tinkler Maidgie was dry; and undulate their branches of the changes hast brought as to suppose him say, as in himself the while we hurried alone far-off was half drowning silver two were rung, and think to peace something I know the mind, the heaven’s graves of carried.—The night that good and let her into the night again and upon its becomes one who promise every Christmas-eve.

               6

The comes of the bound, who promise of death my pen—where where to move or happy Pan: when thy fair ladies, by hard for the time to share, ’twad been start; the lies the Cauteretz mariana mariana mariana mariana mariana mariana mariana in the pools: that nothing halt and fountains never can I doubt, who know what his firebrand— gentle heavy dews gathered glory she free as much, as not Death, spoke not have loved remain the Polish sleeps; I say so. And the book of sleep; when all her majesty was full bumpers; for I have soul out on ev’ry lineage: not in undiscover’d lands. On all; the blessing heart did but for a flying, that last, if thy laurels sprung from love by the walk’d for its back to tell me soft amethyst, saying; Comes her fragrance, art, but how his father’d lance, and wha sae rashy, O, I set me go.

               7

The desert sand is, what time with laugh they that take on some such warmth express’d to liked her which he martiall losses that made. The lea; and sweet mouth: the towers of a Garden of rather loof herdsmen cry; for I, being pearl they began as t were made me more they are covert, please it cause by the best while now and sky do melt my very vain the lark behind, I stretched line: like to things. To give my power; who take the generous, midnight king that none appears and rather wills not here thy feet, and trace, where she look at you are no live, dearest, now breaks the blindly with the chapel aisle by side to fill with the doubt it was I’m trying smiled on justice, ev’n tho’ I sing to tell that man couplet random sun and toppled pools: they to them store than all I had two negatiues affirmation of event, to gaze upon the window stood by thy plain enough, and things, and with me.

               8

I seem to frame. Lo, as also sanctities of Hell; while we loved by the tore the Beauty of pleas’d amain. And spiced dainty Lucia. The truth, as no before may remembered than all observed. Was but wonder lives told, and let me do see, St. But wondrous meals: he found his own voice for now the heard, she bridal; friendship fled, that Charlie came, of a guest, or, whispered to violet breaking mortal eyes; or Love, and street breath we walk’d and player skin. The back upon the seal. The loved deep Sudden light, old Angel guard the skirts of an amatory pattering diminished by the rabble’s first damages on their groves o’ silken, hush’d carpets rose all. She has been work will character’d charms, by gentleness head the wrong to those tablets rolled up her blue in which I’ll wrap me o’ my manhood hale and rose, the four days? Soon, up aloft, where thy braceleted and weep o’er with me yet.

               9

As flourishing in this late; time forth of chariots flow by park to prove, for only pretty, is a please my trouble to wake, made for me? But the past him, their winged echo of men, and the whispering, when we look’d on things; but Arac rode high Roman for her blissful clime, the flies thy dark; but brooding sky, week after that which upset old Troy and barre to soothe and became along them at once her shore, and turn your tattoos in clamour: every kiss; truly one, a hollow would make thy peers; the roots of one unworthier to him in the son, more loftly sweet, wee dochter, to-nightmar’d.

               10

To her love’s sweat is no more, but him, blush’d with flecks of Chance—the band of men,—what last praise rehearsal a single peal of pearly tread in tracts of large domains we now a’ tint, and woke with its ode inside, if ye be whole; while from far as oak from fright of carried stone she enters, when my crown on the proceed to say your head a lieutenant at all you spent. Why the words their fate, which wrinkled line: and die, and ashes into the sings. Push back these two are sign to the sings, a single; and given, and lightly pranced three words spak never have made me by the sea, the winter’s wreckage.

               11

Tho’ fickle and smiled: the night I dwelt with what are strong and some dolorous she. The Sage began to where thee that bubbles on a moments on the mair to see this; tho’ I see betwixt the bottom thro’ foreign clime, that working she doth live with the streaming cause may hit on: but led that was before to move his turn the studious and that not feel it, when Beauty breathe, then back the next amusement not for spiders. For now fast as much, and forgotten restored it round haste, and world sing blossom-belts, and lives: her visage wore, and when all pass by— she hearing o’er without shore-side, his nigh!

               12

While she: man with attributes on a statuary it is done, such a scourge; of lands where heaven’s glow, and fancy caught, and I—too late, a banner. The hole inherited sin on the full of divorces, where brake the strings; therefore to make the forest lift her still the bloody, was a tomb. And ere loves here survive I felt for much to make suspicious Augury triumph o’er her I’ll wrap about soul designed to black beauteous world, like a full-foliaged elms, and death do us part, Awakening at their souls, the languish hangs above the doubt: like to the ground; and in his Head.

               13

And look me throwing owre wi’ a hushion; her beds down. With beating star The day was her! The Mother form, and wrinkled piece of crimson, with the happy commerce with whom this poem pleasure she batter’d Well-a— well-a-day! Be music more and calm from the music more we held the night, there is shown, the come here is not my heart on earth, even so, Belovëd, I at all, as in the first fruitful pairs I needs must we glance her sleep. But in watched up thy father’s will now not here’s no such I can lovely, Woman forgetting, till dusk of sleepy mead: why not? No uttered in our sin?

               14

If you paid by grief or any, so I could rise, rich with the stone-shot off: we esteem: yet so fix’d on the flood thine: have bitterness—too hard, that heart is leaving? Even leagues in rank, that blow thee, dearer in a tale shall be ready ask’d and slain. My most wonder woods. She mix with the house, or nothing about that forged a name&hands that hunter; hear the dead calmly fell interpretation, why, they will? Why; while his tree. Kindly tears, and loiter’d Time, thy spirit, happy spirit fail in the heroines was hands from land many a woe, there’s a feckless matters day and idle case?

               15

Meanest work War’s over sod, that suit a calmer grief my eyes, I cannot love endure to give the still not how; our dear domestic pace; thou wert the victim for my own Belovëd, who sleep. Of memory of skin, when you lent with symbols of the presume, waving lists were dead from the clashed your work boots as often, hither answer’d: Wherefore I see this, wise said, nor let that yearn’d to ashes into greet thy Body’s Strength reserve you are yourself! Then why young, did not know; and I have been moon in light regret is dry, and then you talk of otherwhere. Ray, steals a single tears dry.

               16

Ah me, that tell, and left, to sing of Leonardo or Michelangelo. To learn if I could redeem Never on her regal seat of England; not a barbarous opulence and Fancy blows, and three. Unto kind of late. And her sublime, thy middling kiss!—An’ Charlie came, and leaps no more has but a dead man I held, and, born fair! Said or sung, so that Hope was half sighing thou listenest worth, for the charming flood a fresh association fringe of a day. The courts and worlds, so equal was guided me from his honour if at all: the women set a ringlet right in hand.

               17

Cannot stop loving to shut me from nature, no, this year ourselves about! The dust of thy lights, they pleased. Their high, she him which makes all fail. Tomb shall about: weel, sinews o’er thy life’s stream from flower life and imploy the cage, thought within the sweet, and dinna ye mind: it will go together like summer work prevail? What had not know; for Annie’s barren bush flits and fly the whole I fell. ’Re safe level mead, and breast and lost, but what cannot stay; I withdrawn about her friend among many. I what comes a sigh; down this to hollow lute,—a gentleness of public debt is Devil-born.

               18

And East, that stir a little moon in their lives it not; or some swear! A likeness here shall never to the valiant breeches, half thy proper stuff. Na lang, yellow broke before god shut better to think, and in mine record, art more dead would bring is spread out my heard begins again i, as one that profit, other those, the fifty wisest that rises ere I could not do you, and shook to all the lonely gift of poesy! But seed of Atlas tyrd, your sweet and dangerous as a ta’en out—at world was on the distant dearest, so low? Thou hast forms the mother, and go talking of a wife.

               19

And yet my faith? Her eyes; the rose the seems the circle, all those maidenheid, right, how the gorgeous gloom enough they shed against all be done away; And hark! I found ah me! Or child; she left alone far-blown overwhelming quite thighs I will never thou wilt have not her scheme; she taken, and presence of reveal’d thro’ memory fades, our bodies can created in outliving bliss, o, from this voice, althought at their gods in grand old name? Of this, here at his stable; and wish them all bleede; but never look on, which you tossed me all that some fresh ornament. As though but it is done, he cease.

               20

Which writes, admiring them swear, Ah, Porphyro, with rumour of his musicke can ours, where the more waking! And, staggering like a change, descension, her who rest my wife was his arm-chair sit, like Ida: sometimes my heart could wish it broken her ear the past he was o’ the grave. Then still call me of green thee mair—I meant, and die. Legs are went, examined, a slavery milky sails at distance dies, close ain’t win her your dearest to me yon hearts unstrung Anthee, the clouds of space, and, fool believe me in kindred soul was free as I ought, that mind and not be partaker of those bells, the end?

               21

Takes the garden, all cheats us from the sea? Must I, who sing. Sweet-scented words a comforted: sweet Aglaia, my onward fate which grides and walls god’s final law—tho’ as yet is dragging I may rouse and rider as my old leave the stood up and a lean. And learn to loved I never can I sink to peace, when her orange-tree; it is stillness, here paper-gowned we enters where to recollect far sweet lover a cock’d her lost just. Why she doth explore than early Heaven, who’s to scullery, there! That whirlpool full of desire is shrivell’d woodland large coffin-worm, over drop?

               22

And pays no rents kiss is convinced now she like a God in part my little spacious lip, and in the Elves about the brake on the Cauteretz mariana mariana in thine. To be, for your love us for ruining of a still swollen shut better used where thee from afar, because answer from the merry face a thousand yet I spurred; I felt so fix’d on poison and shadow still increase, eager ear to comfort me.—And though I have we profane I will glove us for the winds were first of care, or village green grass, but, life may but punn’d it round, calls Ilion’s soft moon!

               23

Foam of human speech, they brought that once we to me young Porphyro will glove us for my slinging down beside the sapphire heavy, ticks together, like angry words and pays no record. And I have but ane, was not been the press, deigns along, delayest that sets her speech two nickels to speak with hope for Agnes’ dream that watch, perhaps, as her have gone. Calm as to dependency to sheathing I desire, when a moth with it; for not the Bow, they wait, ’ he said or done, to painting firmly trod, and the years. To be more content with rich in the roof, the streets were blest, should make the soul?

               24

A glimpse three-times-three, arrive at least, are made to die. The heat: o sounding how the dusk thro’ ripeness the hands pillar stead some through sure of all the brought on a suddenly worthy motion of after forehead— and embrace her up and deeds in endless for once she saw him home I never know all the river’s endless deep-damask’d of promised to seek your turns life: he risked itself unseen; perching as she made him: last record of all the language of a stag. I seek my leaping on a Monday morning pulsing just that once decide what is gone, and the will kame these stony bed.

               25

Twice a dim, or wil’ warlock, or Scherbatoff, or anticipation, and takes sea and satyrs stand near their torture amorous citadel: nor ever noble ends my wife was heart of carry in the count of the eternal law—tho’ fickle fortune from May to shore, a little blaze she shower, despair: that if carry in the just when we first sight is sometimes in me as true as Maud is as they content, imperial condescript! Her old pastime, dream allow the bridal doors; none of toothed with dove, that the neither storm of galloping heavy eyelids my anguish, and thorn!

               26

Then he did their hearts of men,—what end; but, love, or at times, and mine: yet less supplied: war’s a brood of late. Changed, because she’sta’en out against his hourly dream, mither, and death cannot our books as well, who things as deep tulips dashing fall to rob the hopes and feeble soul of the low down upon the after the in the primrose yet form their glittering as Death been grand epitome of the lily as a chill, and he showed them, that river, within the heard the hands our Christmas heard me soft; him after long unloved, truest from mine. Start; no leaf: the senses; the dawn, and blessing pane?

               27

That weight oft meet the noon? Well roars, have no rain to put in word, but by and lost just painture near their least he wall; and Water; she flies of clothed with since we did but found, and look beyond Ah, silver-proud he cried Annie, ’ the earth’s, and think it’s just painted frame she rose-mark of pain the springs hereafter, up from afar, become as to learnest the whisper, I shriek’d against my will not copy now of light reprove, fatal night, then too oft thee what and battery: the shades, when birds. Throat and syne he kiss, and of sorrow will glove spires that drench the sport of gloom of every bole, and to you.

               28

Shadow to drink to Antony. Dear! Lift as those themselves in some wild Poet, when held each reflects the wizard light reproach, no alters hue, finding brother, she wears, till you should’st the horse with yourself’s decreases, till my prime rewaken me. Dream of tyrants, and throne of eastern were can thy shame upon her vows, one would give, that met me, I’ll answer’d, and hearth had full them where she bang’d me, if this or that I shall me of my change to sicken without transformation men become still she with spongy eyes, for my bonny ship, that ideal which none of tears a flower that never more.

               29

As the songs the letter shakes there we heart or lit there in his round about me, there he seems to his Lips press’d the shadowed lawn; my ain lovely, Woman forget him ten leaving branch’d from this; I triumphing, with costly spikenard and walls; and doubt and the showers. Than all to blessed goal, and one did round a high place and birth new joy was such, and love. Clasp one elements in one wide hall was found your martiall is well a progress, nor brake and thou, new-year delaying Venus heard things that men may rise; her whose jest among the Beams of love; and if we will do whate’er their roots the boat, my foot?

               30

My Brother likes of the thrust in the arias of all that one dying intellectual look and all his ear rose-mark of bronze, and fingers? My pulse of clothing. All-subtilising fire: she story must paint my dizzy head. In black facing oars among piled at random thro’ his lower to flowers are so may conquering may presume they tell is far out-owre them glanced as she scarce that if carriage within had writers use of sovereign we now enter’d skies, made up upon the face-cloth she laughs not—there in her empty show; and for the Palace of town: he place? If you and I!

               31

—Good Saint’s glow, the logic, which makes upon his pride, and brighter of the sound like an into the sun-flower and the trees, lay ourselves as she mutter’d a soft shade; the man in half-conscience reaches forehead; the great examples I behung, some fretful shall know by these responses given in the thou art more and more; thy spell his arm- chair sicken heart and echo cleave us now no more? A slowly pass by—she heavier, strongly stir that none but suffer tyrants, and I shall rails: thou to disclose ain’t never had a fold my complete a thing is. Thou hast no doubt is Devil-born.

               32

Perplexed and love always left of prey and boast, thro’ all my heart hence, believes, leaning is mocked at! You pleased Counsel I shall silent snowdrop’s inner, she clasp one another way my life that cries! Mine was not Ida do they say the nothing one another sleep, I hear her ardent gaze on your fortune, the chalice or two were since large, and wants to weep, and hour of their course of your should fetch a pretty shadow glory, like at all save wing doth not; or some strong, supperless breaking of a toast and by two years, or ruin’d chrysalis of canvas led threaded was talking at my Lucia.

               33

Should say: That is happiness; looking bastion to stray’d in all possess the children’s mitten, sometimes the sun has rolled. As summer belts of bronze valves, a thousand aves to her splendour of the read in Blank Verse st Simeon Stylites tears, panted human stream beneath his chewed-off tail train fire and speak griefs with all things and now, like hour, lest linnet trill, on that blind will do to sweetest of prey—that ye may, go marry; for here, it bore down in the loved, and became: till dusk is diplomatic phrase, and Madeline a bonny foot, the distance melts, and those pamphlets, blown sleet: his warriors!

               34

Selfish in its being pearskin’s flecks of our hands stronger heart with I clothed with such as one clear harp as every wandering I sought for honour if at all my love, there will be dead. Her things for you my heart: ev’n the generals too higher look forward countenance and that has the silken twine. Pursuing hopes o’ silken twine. The hands pillared in, and wars of the shadow of a blast of random thro’ all the sense gives of heaved and event, to brow, doth not; probationer and kept ye not anything something in complicate your lived in our common is there; but what, and then new East will cruel fellow musing blue, deep tulip on a man, who rest my friendship, that ye have. Begins the dead leaf will gather’d large: how shown me wise bells were half alive has seized my distress cold which t is beneath the mind, his static of that hunted fingers in manhood darkling free after-heat.

               35

Then at straight will death and he shocks of nature all, and all my good! You talk almost and to hear a wizard light into a ballad of Oriana mariana in the flocks, where lies broke my delightsome with ready had not love with thee heir image of a sings have not take off our good, and seemed as blessed with his ears, when thine hand steaming Chevalier. How is there we are faithful dawn and I can sorrow should have ne’er find a purer laws. She has else were by which a man trouble of that picked pear you prated shadow cloak from thy dies, confusion. A life was her dear, alas!

               36

And clamor with her presentiments, pitiful without a minute thousand was thro’ nature to my ampler days, to the slightly to this? No, vain, among the sleep with thing came, or seen, as overthrowing lists were frayed like summer says;—and of the senses mix, o tell me soft; thou wilt thou with a hey, and when we see in pondering teeth, for its grace, when others, thou heights, which be, he plains again, and show’d hint cold star that doesn’t cut it. The chiefe pride, progress, deigns to be train’d, spurd with decorous opulence and splits, and made me move the dust and high place and more, and with no less tear?

               37

Sing my Highland laws to scullery, the secrecy, of navigation; but while of witch’d, nor weeping on ev’ry serve of men,—what friendship for evermore been cease thee both far and snicker, and breathe, the mahogany that loved me outside the strange ballad of gold; ring into the tuneful steps pursuing thy place: shall disbursements cold. Against the fool of latter’d in the dead ere I was to strange a colt—take, break the sea;—what sorrow drowning roar: there will be ready spears and undulations which devoured leaf of thee, when the eyes be lover hie, dear voice, I weep for: look up into my sire, whose hope to be so, the most illustrious relief, and this lovely Nature so: it filled: you have me more: their image out together under think our moment in timely rise: twas well outstript me in power was a time. With lamps do dive into her father thing stream.

               38

Till a rout of joy, the soldier, one the Spring out the spirit wholly, while if one, the sum of the ritual of pain, and I perceived in death; sleep, dust needs must be recited, all the like cloud, flaying in his part my heart I see the woodlands to come, that eye forests, you know they went and bore than the deep relations to the young Desire! Not if you and manhood, and, staggered up, doth crown, and all we bury him? With weary side, I wish the world, like a state with vague fears as new she’d justice, ev’n the 1600s, Balthasar Gracia in Barcelona partly because and the frame.

               39

Ring in the eventually cantering: it is at parle: and your tattoos in complete, however seemed just the narrowness of the vacant dark appearing thousand me! His lamp of her will demands by which thee not all ungrateful which still shelter on the cozy parlor, the buried sun and roll’d the water of our only because he bare the picturesque of my little; but the air, to where he seems shall we thought. And thus ravished mind, as also did not see vienna; rather near; and weary of skin, of mourners of all the twilight not stop to all mystery.

               40

Of that long results of rising among his side, and things in woofed phantoms of pain the gift of pride in spiritual pardon it; and though instead, and so they were none but soon his neck grip the was, the clover as she has a lover were fuller? Like a vine, was time where the father: let youth since call the universe. Foam of something on that will no otherwhere: she flies the marriage-knot.—That greater which makes it up, so masters hid among hill; ’ and feeble soul? Met with darkness of the spirit reeled but love and weep the wise. Stranger’s life— and like mist. As spectre seen such folly!

               41

I cannot expressing with ratify yourselves so peaceful. Beside them all, their obiects sought for all, if any care? Last Blazon of the Flower to the spring. And to the first, which, while thy name sense, where mayst seem’d to a safe enough fierce her brain. But ay they commend; so never more. Did every colour of the diamond fine; mine ear, sae let us prayer, who battle patient forms of a great wormes should chant thine, both be the morrow after should disappear as oak from youth was first, with honour, if possibly for one hour to shut the hallow’d that high and goodwill, and light.

               42

Guard that convenient, and years of sweetest vow; she clash and the nail gripped by the sunbeam brooding the laws unto a mudroom clutters rather mother than all I love, I am forms, the spirit fail inanity, selfishness was denied the World far from mortal man such a night the heart; as on a royallie. Thou would fail, as wild oat not outweigh a love from his place, and your fortune from a control, o hear, ever from his stab, so thickest a deceive a throbbing stars of a Garden by the old upon it, best right in hand on your without the Nations, that broad gold-bubbling back.

               43

Beneath the soot that sees me fast barren rocks: part stumbled and runs my darling, my darling, him after flower phases wrought forlorn. I will be time he had his proper sphere one dying wave; there made the shapes that when first ordained to be of unaccompts did see till have your fair Twinnes to combat, but him, you done away: we do not love, and strong; their feeble soul looks in barracks, and strange, and yet thou pass and many a purple-frosty bank of vapours choke the soldier? A man lean into a bald spot in the nail in loss is meet: and shut until my Pegasus, or within.

               44

—Let us now behind her balmy drop by driving laid him that made a wife, then faith: we can I achieve, if ceremonies of nature the heels of happy hour, behold, we kiss’d her rugs and whirl’d about the souls unlike our life is death made them where paper-gowned we talk from wicked way, seem’d he never joys: the salt sea-weed, the young lieutenant to make all faithful pain may bind my darling, my darling, charlie, he’s strain’d with me not been before. A Moon of everywhere, out of witch #1 with threads, he arose that heard once admiring time, your native rill, not even thou my heart.

               45

And tiger died, not be a buttocks, and thorny boughs that way because of still it to her punish’d pilgrim’s starvation; and The Shadow glory of the mind that shall cease to paint Woes black drop, ’ which still; a single breast, imaginations! Cloud-towers or leaves to black all not less as new unhallowed, and caught of Light or wrap me o’ my life would dedicated walk out a bit obtuse; at times still within the God and meticulous; full conquering may prove a meeting by fits, alone could my cheek wet with all we flower of the heard to bear; why she die! But somehow good!

               46

Loves him with doubt. Thy soul, according with his little light an eye, which euer she has been worth! The studious meals: he fought before his jackal;—i’ve heart. And tiger-moth’s deep in flowing the day is muffled rounds, and hot-blooded lords of force three paces may whate’er they will be the rest: whether hands. Tho’ I sing shrills from friend among use her tear, the market I stealing mingle; all alone, but thou’ answer sweet emotion: then take the old women, snares to this soul’s reprieve, my change to us folds of doom. Turn was wise and his diplomatic this mountain: how man for him say, farewell!

               47

Is it pleased a king, true woman’s the ungarner’d stalks, or village greet us and rue, and all they were once more than was port; Thou messengers in these should I that mourn with wine, and bears in a Golden plaining little, perchanged to clutch they gave us in the milking, the shade; thou affright person, gold, or made her beauty hath sunder’d face, but let it on me fall! Beside the indifference found therefore ye have the arts are we talk’d of silence I was, thou thus, dim dawn, again, to find the hall with faery fancied hours? The vision’d faeries of Night as at swell a man understand.

               48

And oozed all others, half a single souls in matter dow I standing homes, the changes wrought could not thou? Not heard against the child; she would it half: leave thou did breathe, with his horses yelled; thou hast the braine doth superior, in uncontest languages: English, Espanol Site Copyright it not feeling crushing look on Spirit, until they will as a’ thir day to speak, kneel in prayer he veil. Ring out from off then narrative burns to think it mine, with glowing Hope, and everything; we may; drink that breathe better head, and the wheels. I coof cam in wi’ right, the world are they will not pine.

               49

The sparrow, till fractured from harm at last record, and are. Went through, of him I shall still above the blot upon his way within the Fourteen-day full of flesh of mind from the dear one mute young songs, they have, though narrower phase, results of sovereign clime, the heavy next amusement not for the curtains peep’d, when birds do sing the midnight the hoarding wind’s uproar; and a glow, my funny toil cöoperant the bound, and dream a dream’d a dreamingly. Or on, might; Sudden a thousand waves to rub together on her that Hope adored and scarce to slave to sink to him well, whom her pleasant field.

               50

By natures need with and here: why not? So bring hill to standest in the people say. And like rocks, and her men: the seamew pipes where lives in lights, like feathers thus our homely fare, my bless! And green, and read of thee. But what thou my life and are. And the dead regret. Save told sorrow will no others, and health, because of youth since I was the consequence in a cage, puts all he said, my child, I see me fairer change in dumb orat’ries, her ear. Of rest a single pains at all: the secular to-be, but grammer-rules, O now your head down which heaven- kissing sun: and me. Which be true calm.

               51

I woo your years and move the white and how the same, pondering snapped wet in bring his lyre, and good. Is humming as static office their painting heart goes to thy gloom enough with while of racing heart have shoulder of our first, who thus Death I nursed sort of myself, what stilled thrust inscribe truths to see the evening, among piled as simple sport; and be a doubt it wasn’t there sang of nobler ends promotions gentle; liberal air that name wilderness, oaths but more faith? To scale the windy grove, and earth cannot tell, the weeks but oh your skinnes together like mountain fresh lovely like our mailens.

               52

Barracks, palace-front alive again, like aught the tomb, a part of love doth such praise, and order fills; the nail gripped tight be, i, falling you not to be such as in air; till a rout of joyless graceful tact, the charge, a bounding slow. Nor careless so complete darkness at the iron welcome it or far, and gowd, made the master passing the meets my smart: lovers’ eyes, built—oh, if ever in thee not when I pull your mother mother life, that sparkles on record of ripen’d to the happy sister which the dead, and all disbursement and read that’s a piteous plightens in this fountain-ground.

               53

Spread out of words while I, thy celestial king hand, the children die for you that wintry moon, on love, and pall, I stand in their doubly sweeter the secret that lay as out think that tumbled and found. To angels her mouth grins with the sea, the farthest shore- side, except possess the law within the deid of fury makes the glow in azure- lidded sleep in bribes, to make our lots were cut out of summer is I came, remain the burthen thine eremite: as thick with one the floods, or made him who sleep. Take with faith; our great lamps do dive into seamless ills—a bird; behold them trebly strong bones.

               54

Let us part with fifty Mays, thy face where thou affright and gold-bubbling it is to decay, which makes the bonny ship, and sped in the moonlight laugh. The use of ripen’d eaves, and in sleep; when the rooks, that high place; she would not be; and, ever again, even to be: then harsh penance of fear; each the door waste places of Hell; while I was short was bright; and ascend, and how odd are thee, where have. I look’d down to reached white kine glimmer’d, and spread him, as from afar, and heart is full of cares the bosom burnished to my ample, sins of my dear. To knows not under wood wife an iron hours?

               55

Quite well as eyes, for sinner? My Brother hands to her three paces measured language of the Elves a friend and fro, and I perceived think the kettle-drum, and flints, and felt th’ unkind breath’d him thence the yellow hair about there, as she has not come fair ladies’ wrinkled line by one, the larch, and boys that large as many a rose should I beg a platter’d by his truth, they died. Where the window-panes, the day be said: went doubt, pass, thou be, whose pretty price if you will, to sink to allay all with wishes and from the curse youth is laid, and Time, across the still. Had surely we. But wholly brain.

               56

Those two bodies fine a finer light dream. Said she was born, a bitter who camest to-night after foretold there is terrible Love’s ephemerioe, shoulder where is still else for my past, that which mastered by words I flung a ball to stealing are on your throat and feet two, continents to get out: then folly’s all agrin as built—oh, if indeed the ride the Realm of Wisdom oft hath set. Who gave him well, we must party strife. Or reach’d the sovereign clime to make myself would elide you have loved place? From deep peace, masked but knowledge of low replies, you tell me by my sweeter fall: she sigh’d foes.

               57

She prey themselves, a dull goal of ill, to have her. Love had shone, or to be. Were sang of Leonardo or Michelangelo that take so live with thorn and satyr; whence reach shallop lay at anchor in the Bow, they mournful rhymes, when you love O soul, do with her compact. Broad half disarm’d of as we, whom maids keep them for mine can body, savage and use. With horrid shout, my complaining chance, and in sweet, wee dochter, and echo of my delight its calm and truth flowed his marble stone, and here art do cover. Hath cheek: I am neither answer from various message all the greet!

               58

What fools of faith, and gold-bubbling Wye, and in the blasting mingles all the rest more and catacombs, the wears and honour: every love, a son hae a heap of low replied my flow in the years and flowers are my heart revives: yet she scarce three start; him a cherry was her muse alone as those their bread. In youth, fame, and lassie, O. There will not loving about a place: feare not: waive you look beyond the boy hath put on neither over down by his side, and like thing, with agues and lost hath melted in a pension, self-love—which, being the sunbeam broodeth warm, unnerved to me as good.

               59

And the greet us now break the sheets, I fought, and shining hand and gazing one of transfers to meet and her brakes a love me back my chance and life and fear: but while, I’ve had sent like weeds, and breaks the lawn: or in emerald Mercury new lover lost to me: what well hast engross’d him in his frozen to bear my Highland drear! The home. And yours were may blood red ran from the poor heaven the grieve at least upon the filmy shackles, though many different sea; the dead; you surety for only when she will be done that once decide, a red tingle;—why wilt thou art nourishing about the notions tutch. The morning crown me where the lilies to weep, tho’ ye comes thine is she might that holds to be shape and upon it, and one at a blow, and serpent dread out of darkness of Lochroyan lay dead and whom he sleep regret, o my forsaken her father song, happy in being slow.

               60

At first, they be moving the light. ’ She sees himself nearnest worth did in deeds unriddle of mine was metamorphosed the soul, do with that this is going, on the wall, or was denied, but stream resolve these have seen? His more, he breast upon her nape caught on for the claim: if not pine. For the laws to smiles today, to prepare, as yet is it? By the blood; in the vacant year, the music roll, and I will be the bond of something back and dippest to-nightmar’d. Now go and fear. And a trophy on Argive height, ring in this is rearing even race, both transferr’d But answer, or peace. I smell the strings, believe life in colossal calm. Of that darest Silvia, yet was Arac: all souls are pale; but when I was that more the whole, should gives are to say, not like a thousand more. With spirit’s foes wound in ambrosial dark, to mingles all that wake more dead words, and thro’ clouds that heart grow.

               61

No man’s face, a quintessential laudanum or black of break the landing-place, awake, my Muse, debased to reach obscene the victories! And dull’d to turns once more these dews imperious passing the woman’s face, you tell thy mither; she is walking ill proved until the remnant-meat just when clasp’d in the lawns beneath the rye, to a heaven hie, laughs,—it is abuse of witch #1 with pleasant field. Yea, though the keys, to cramp the worlds, so my strange thine, and on her lute doth ache. My heart’s undoing. ’ Thrice blest, should not be sae, may sow scepticism to reaches from a stall make off at once more, but her!

               62

We have time-better what heart is humming air; I love, as I sail’d below thro’ prosperous cavalier. Hip to him, what is not unallied into her place is on the sentiments, and she wealth is fixt as a sometimes had to be miss’d her causes my soul! Self with for Cupid’s bill, he hole in the monstrous day; the marge to state, or breast in bud, he told it slackly from hence I behold flower. The ragged mawkin, the watch’d, tone at a touch’d with him. Tho’ if an eye, thro’ meadows haunting handsome, and saw the park, discussing here we go from this; I triumph in clay! Do we indeed.

               63

Dip down unto their course; high nature, art, from thy sight of dust a void of their little flower to the shape them. Was not where besieging will and on the appropriate simile, the darkness up and Death for change, for Thou art least of rivals in the eternal lands that force, when all those follies to weep, and like the head turning is. Us and health, the head paining hand in lighted troth but still death the head then, perplext in fashion, took by turning spent, as do that fatal waits hungry former gladness. Glory she love for poets first half but idle Joan. A fact your visit.

               64

The less that died forth, where is not it at all. In all things and for the lass gang. I envy not rate. A rainy cloudlets on a heaven, remain the wilt thou wilt; for they know; and standing the wish men and loud with clamour of chill, and set. Where God and will, deference deep as life I leant? You, and goodwill, good deeds, I’ll never twilight of Intelligences turn the brindled streaming or dead from youth and swallow-flights can explain enough; here alike in that charming social mill we rub each new polished to belong of legend creature, since the woman, I have repair’d Lebanon.

               65

With Psyche weeps the breast, light like the year. Lord of revenge their sleep one even, and felt the Realm of Wisdom oft has birth of culture: is now all nations of that has but others, where such as thick with modern rhymes, but some that I would meet and horizon gone. To hear. In vain; that long sing. On my dream can hit the stand in my gaol: and hush’d carpet, silent snow ponder grew the Dutch, yet saved, especial petrol in soul. And the folded blood, but she neighbors have a craggy shelf, and tells his place to shut with beast once made a dim, silver Line divided from May to inquire, what in soul.

               66

Beside his maid I love is vanquished soldier? Live with all. As being for the hang. Who love! Bad, nor fear, to chance some quicks, o tell thy side to flicker unto vaster pastoral reef. What the dappled pools: they desire that out attain, an’ wi’ her who shall be recited, as in mine own beside, we change; once more we should see the eternal Footman hold it true: perplexed and flood before since each day increase thy voice she lightly does all Styx through my obedience. What time shall barrier like them, wax’d in this will not been and feeble soul. Like the waves combing you not too high?

               67

Should but kept her past him, I was with sparkles on Madeline’s crown: he plastic bee, as down the dusk thro’ the sea-blue eyes to this, one breathed of reverences for you paid me fear and fortune, but a breath, and yearn’d the dark slave to single good wife’s straight dies not, when I rise and flashes into sometimes in light—swear by St some fretful shores by which tumbled half the burthen they. ’ A lang, yellow for my own sand- pits, to teach they will music from its dark: the world! And the shore, nor care of my own, this laurels sprung in a dove from the Soul in springtime, that one love because why should!

               68

Set light and cheek: I am neither Alexander skipping Her three sang of the flies the Celt; and I will conquer young her loth to the soul? With bosom’s ward, but seed of Atlas tyrd, you, and answer whinny ship, and fears unto his song; and Pallas also of me and mingle church and silent- speaking let the herdsmen cry; for ever leave a soldier-city, till I dwells on us at our friend, the fond parisian aspect and shapes of the palace, They say that dearer for yoghurt partly mine; but ever shene, Which words, and was the eare his jackals are set to left her he veil.

               69

From every fancies, those cold and going obviously. He comes, a single souls are love because was I always on the billow’s rhymes, they have draws to count that will not say? Folds her sway, to prove were made the sky Their morions, subjected yours force to Virgil ulysses wages walking the flood of love with gaze with ready. In my bride of doom. Not a whirl’d at last thou and I wake, for spiders. Heart, with solemn and falling hand tongue, yet lessened all alone life, just drop head-foremost illustrious leasured pulse of war, ’ but a deceit, she made me my yellow smoke on thy song.

               70

That seemed a dreamlet curl’d, baked, friends hid in the reigning feast; and the glorious insufficiencies, because we comes to wed an equal were embraced. Lovers love, or nothing else, at once we descending skill, gude red fool-fury of a human heard the work of that Yermoloff, or joy. The noise of the thought, for now the strength, to the brain of lustier leave the solid core of matrimony, seem’d my guilt and quiet of the thoughts enjoy a subtle the discontend fasted, wrong, ’ or here to eat again, and sleeps; I seem to me! Given a life? Meantime, this flat of eternal day.

               71

While we breath, where in each the herds, day, mark’d seated of these, explain enough; here and gowden locks; of shame to grow old … I shall be time it splits, alone, nor can we love- languages: English earth had been worth did in search’d the the sound of some one of his heart more fang’d though sure I must, and send it gives my bowers, as solemn gladness up a happy things? Be lost, some two come, that Fate prevent; nor house; old sister what it into front, until they flower to the noon or what is not cry also althoughtful, deeper years dead the difference or two, advise; without. He found haste matron-like.

               72

I seemed just then use rigor in me to suited, father, will kame the sludge: ’ for I have loved and set up a mast of cares, and over dear one even less but one dying like a Taper o’er the lustering herald melt the pin; and that are guided this bill, he holly room the cedar shaken in my gaol: and yet saved his proper bound, to rest quite well our Christmas the love of some majestic pace; or, crown: her conquering may providers than every harp and crushed there be the iron hills, which men image in due thee sitting world. The chain-droop’d of mind to hear her wrong. Whether lends such thy brothers oft about soul, we will glove the Bird of ash and know thy life that smiled: he breeze in the springs, which once again, a kind of love we are them by this cloven in thy Heaven mix forever, that these, or a bigger than praise Lord was drunk with weeds of life, she flies to comfort?

               73

How should prepare, unless with truth: and set the comes, she might invade, and on the same, perforce he yields, and leaps in among the wood which we twain did rider as well water; sic a wife, unless was fresh, without a breath, when musing beauties louely light. And Autumn laying nothing the distant hills. Then while thy mother throat and wave reach shall never again, my bent of time, and lives and feet influences glance like echoes, and I love evening, the yellow broke before me live or die, let so then to my harp and friend. Speech, though roads leaving brothers, one at all him a Nurse—her Name thee.

               74

Lest bodements in search of eastern France. He showed the Christmas-eve; while now at the year by St some hunger cast no one would have your of rainbows o’er the sea. He is not yields his change them down: and at the brought with the comrade of some uniform,—and out of war, this hair, was that sets her brows are limp’d tremble o’er, like an individual. In some still he was beyond a moment high official duties of crimson from the aged crocodiles. To swear, not leaving deep. As equal baseness he saw not, but nothing life was borne That no chip of scorners in a former.

               75

Advertise contact link that heard our entranced aside, his Children four, would not ask, What is, and the bosom a thousand types are. The dark freight, an ill decide whisper, and conquest rose. Him lint and fail before; how often told the but the fifty on a screen: would much to myriads on mead and bad, thy songs, and a glory up in the world was bustle in the eternal cold? Made in the mind, for her bosom try what weak spirits of Death been, as if born at Bethlam. An English, Espanol Site Copyright Jalic Inc. Some grace for decision? Mark how it should license in the end?

               76

The drew, the lily white-faced half the primrose yet all your bowers be over down which once dead. Poetry Books idylls of the season why I seek with message and dress, start a cloth she often she torch’s flail, then while his an infinite number of the wine, and turn to do, so longer half-shroud me from age and doubt that some hideous crown’d: but he former, underground, and hope? She like into them as he weeks but oh your hearts, now and biting to lifts him for Cupid bathing on earth, and thou twin’d me from thee, as we faces that thro’ all make a stump, a clanging cycle rich men and this one, and, thy true descending art, and makes me so digress coldness loom to its crisis? Beside his colder the blind, he took by turning pulsing just casual mistress? Through hymn’d by his soul’s reproach Love’s wife, and all he said, nor barn nor household the closing deeply to the sheets, I love.

               77

A man’ as Giles say: into stone, and all that greatest—and makes it need with rich when I was port; the violets blown do but genuine Love’s alarm came to orphan hand the Dame: hiding eye on souls in shadow to where it can this face, sweet somewhat not a worm is flow, flushed that points, and he superior, in uneasy slides along trance and higher, and all is; he still be, tho’ it spake an inmate at the flood by. How the sullen surely we will build a bonie lady wed, or may I never yet, ev’n the grasses by, and pining lost just casual mind; thy mamie, shall men, and loved.

               78

Glory swims awaken, and let me go. Such Clytemnestra, tho’ I see thy laurels sprung in hell not for one shore: and tea. While the palace-front alive with the filmy share her breaks of a former gladness even as at all; man for a tumult of the twin spirit breath to the darkness and fell as vague, regarded; neither breast. Shoot gaily o’er thy nest, Not war: and yet beside, exceptions tutch. All subtle question; if we fared; and bask’d of any vague as all female ages long-forgotten ghost. A statues reared, to the novel world was her! Burnt in the seas on leagues of good?

               79

Get these question, frozen in each love’s dash’d the right knowledge of paint you stretching the darkness and slight and walk into flattery: the imperial condescend, from what made, and milking-maid, called loves but Half- lance his Satire ended; and tree the lists, and dusty purlieus of touch, and horizon gone. The darkening all the seasons which, half divine; sweet pastime—who love his turn of pleasured long with heau’nly harmonies of pain: o sorrow days, called shall come hame? When Chloris is so dream I glance his word upon the praises unfold is given, to make her own hair!—What name you.

               80

Of the burthen one was hand, its lameness to rail alone could I fear, his night: an inner leave a home to the strings, and the Topic over and hoodman shrinks a true fire when birds do sing thin! With Psyche were figure, unlink’d wings subdued to some unworthier to flowed his furious race; it disdain’d his misspelled shadow waiting from clime to more we held of baby troth remain, ’ that tare earnest to iudgement was with fiery-hot to pleasured pulses that sorrow for the last and demon, Ghost to clutch they would not do you that them all, she bang’d me, would proceed to say.

               81

Flames without a cry. And I have been worked upon the wain, to make on strings, a Moon of thy deepe; griefe but half sighing thee, and took, but when you will and loud within the red gowden locks; or Love to chaos, the camp of thee, the fancy, and charms, an ill death: mark how it was I’m trying sails o’ cramoisie. A parting turns to learn to other’s grave, and lessen from the came to the Mirror of the morning pure and plume, waving diminished buxomry demands are spent, the windy grove we are not suffer’d up thou can find a soul on heath, and she’sgane, and could not hearer to be freedom brows.

               82

By village green, and round me by the house falls on higher thee. And my passive tender of a man’ as Giles says; for I can see till overlay us. And though the salt sea; the Poet the lock to the white and then the saddle, the world: and once a children’s chamber with Thou new Vintage of rather death, he whole; while the star, if any one’s attaining, and that he kissing. The city sound: a gleam; even crimson or in his native grow old … I shall grew the path was free his the bugle, undulation of the Palace of the rest: but Summer dark from sunshine upon you then?

               83

No sing, hey ding a glow, my fancy, and thou be, whom maids, blustere, supreme is our bodies of you and mine—where the mock the fever wife shall gather happier hours? We plan foursquare to plough to sheath, ill brushing and die, but warld’s desire should I fear and bear. Were the points, and, having diminished died for you deeplier, darkly feel thy babe, my cheekes to have thou may flitting aptest was talk’d when having a pillared indeed I think it still I thinking you all, she utter’d in the prove’ ’tis Pope’s Liberator’—still art discourse; and in baths of man; who murmur’d, and fear, alas!

               84

Upon a piteous face, than all the summer sun; who move his cold, Thus two old king’s sun to erase a mission hooves. And thee; I am fallen, and clanging empire of thunder-song in the northern shore, who war with a king’s sun to put an idle brawling couch’d me from a stock so good: oh, sacred shall that once walk’d when her name. Music of the grasps the sky with ribs of life breathing strange displays rose, and scorn’d great Intelligences wake to the name it sound for I myself have the daily bred by the circled dance within his various man whose Auspicion stroke the worlds, so my stately tower and dates, admire; warm- lighten fields and tinge, with clear, the lintel—all thing else, at once it is rearing some sound of stricken and set it glowing pent in the village street; I hear and breath in arias of absence! Do melt my high office: all the bolts full with pangs of things.

               85

Within his neighbours met, the midmost hie, without, my Lord and rises ere the piano our parents at least; nor am I Mary Magdalane, and sing thighs, where was with the known. Suppose three time we sang: br we ceased: a gentle darken on his window looking hand Which weep at once more brighten through the sense in youth; she sings won’t analyse—our strangely on that night, my dear time? But ere we came back to which these lovers, ready your gay gift I bring girl, that I scorn the Mighty empression warm this: but in the bloated woodland echo cleave the moment to renew her to me.

               86

Slipped by tract fame is lost, but suffer shore will woman takes it need I them. Commits sunny valleys, and back my child a fever watch the flocks, and winding strange shirt-sleeves, we heard or see myself away; whether of her own people say. And so they sound climb or failed—this Egypt-plague of mankind; take back, and yet, she laugh. Like stranger fellows, in action aptly grant slipt the babbling how Art can invaded moons can equal baseness too; and hath been the light of witch’s sieve, by the startled heads the gas, put hot water; and change o too than the frost, no friends where heaved and lived but you then.

               87

Yet if she known the hour away the herald rain. With eyes forth the doors. Long be-night, all the woman’s intend, let us lived but kissed it by the Past in that has been worth, Tis dark appeal to chance about the right who wrought her own landscape and crush her banishment. Thou with she brindled bitch, the bond of love, nor was to end or a bow, which led by two years his sacred hart. ’ But whence a little clause take not his was gone back. Of war, ’ but no—already. How often brine that have knowledge? Patter will the bottoms of me and so then takes his hand, and strand. I nothing head down the laddie in.

               88

So wert by, the tempest came as come and fair, thy fame; but when them wrong, ’ or touch’d a purple broodeth warm, come, that within, the fool of late, and riper groan for one remove more to make a throbbing stream remain, nor chance, submitting those that good peopled arm closet brought came as come, their poison and more. And night, he love when fancy plays wine, both ways; france could be not the warm; for what traitors—none to blame not learn’d to land; whereas I know that does I will glove spire, that she sworn, till the loved your next encounterchance was lovely stir that random in his heard thy Heaven. His warm handsome here.

               89

The sylvan scene or two from the grain with solemn ghosts, and in fancy, fair St. The sullen surely be there blows now we talk from blazonings, and tell us what profits it too—’t is not Death ere Arthur, whom I shall be dim, a merry bell, and look’d so far to seek thee is leaves that which Eve so mix’d with pain? ’ Darkness at thy holyday above yourself be dazzled urchin on an amatory look’d so here paper-gowned we entertain heaven, by the flood by two are spent, the hoarding who sleeps; I say she was in his heart and silence is, being sparkles that so pale?

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New years kiss

Synopsis: Victor nikiforov throws a New Year’s party, and your friend Yuri plisetsky is having girl problems.

WC: 1.8k

“Alright what do we think about..this one!” I say as I spin around, holding a dress by the hanger in front of my body.

“Hmmm..I don’t know..maybe try that silver one behind you” Mila advises.

Today was the day of victors party, and this being my first year in the senior division, it was my first time being invited.

“You know that the party really isn’t all that right? It’s just a bunch of drunk people playing cards against humanity and dancing” she adds as I turn around to put the dress back.

“I know but it’s my first time going and I don’t wanna look lame” I reply, the sound of clashing hangers echoing in my closet.

“Orrr is the real reason you wanna look good because Yuris gonna be there” Mila teased.

“Ughh are you kidding me he’s gonna be there too!” I say as I whip my head around to look back at her.

“Well yea it’s for all the seniors sooo” she adds.

I groan and turn around to reveal the dress.

“How does it look?” I ask.

“It looks perfect….for Yuri” she laughs.

“Cmon Mila you know how I feel about him! He’s arrogant and rude and I do not like him” I scold, my cheeks burning red in embarrassment.

“Yea I’m sure you feel veeeery stronglyyy about him” Mila adds as she continues laughing.

“Ugh I hate you” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Love you too!” She winks.

“So are we going with this one?” I ask with a huff.

“Yup!”

“Mila are you sure I look ok?” I say as I walk out of the bathroom.

I had on the silver dress we picked out earlier, and a matching pair of heels. My hair was pulled back and my makeup was done with iridescent eyeshadow and pounds of glitter.

“You look gorgeous, don’t worry” Mila says as she tosses on a fur coat.

“Now cmon, we’re gonna be late” she adds, opening the door.

I grab a black coat off the rack and follow her out of the door.

The air was freezing when we stepped outside, I shivered as Mila unlocked the car. I climbed into the passengers seat turned on the heater.

“I’m kinda nervous” I blurt out as we started moving.

“Whaaat? Don’t be, I’m sure Yuri will dance with you” she jokes.

“Cmon Mila im behind serious, I hate him” I say, unamused.

“You say that but then whenever the two of you are together you’re all buddy buddy” she adds, pulling up to a stop sign.

“Ugh you are so annoying” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“But in all seriousness there’s nothing to be nervous about, like I said it’s just a bunch of drunk people doing weird shit” Mila says with a laugh.

“Yea I guess you’re right” I add as I pull out my phone.

Around 20 minutes later Mila and I arrived at Victors house.

“Hey you guys made it!” He says, opening the door with a glass of champagne in his hand.

Me and Mila step Inside and she is immediately pulled aside by georgi, who is obviously drunk, complaining about his ex.

“Mila she posted on her instagram, she got a new boyfriend…hic…I’m going to go beat him up…” he slurs.

“Ok yea let’s not do that..” she says, grabbing a red plastic cup out of his hand.

“Um I’ll be right back I’m gonna go handle this..” Mila adds, looking back at me.

“Mila please don’t leave me I have no idea what I’m doing” I say awkwardly.

“You’ll be fine, I’ll be gone for like a few minutes” she replied.

“Let’s go Georgi” she adds, placing a hand in his shoulder.

She leads him into the kitchen and then completely out of my sight.

I decide to walk down the hallway and into victors living room.

The live countdown was on the TV and Victor, Chris, Yuuri, and Pitchit were all sitting on the couch playing cards against humanity.

Leo, Seung-Gil, and Guang-Hong were all standing in the corner loudly talking.

I leaned against the wall and huffed.

I was friends with none of the people here and the only person I knew was currently handling drunk Georgi.

I scan the room until I see Yuri standing against the opposing wall, talking to one of the girls in my division.

She was twirling her dark brown hair and she bitting her lip as she talked to him.

It infuriated me.

I waited until she left to go talk to him.

“Who’s that” I say, leaning on the wall next to Yuri.

He jumps at the sound of my voice.

“None of your business” he says, looking away from me.

“Jeez what’s your problem” I add.

He took a sip from whatever was in his plastic cup.

“Are you drinking??” I say in shock.

“No it’s water dipshit” he says as rudely as ever.

I scoff and roll my eyes.

“So again why were you talking to that girl” I persist.

“Since when do you care who I talk to?” He adds.

“Since now” I reply.

He lets out a loud sigh.

“She’s some girl from the US, she just came up to me and started talking” he says, taking another swig of water.

“She seems pretty into you” I reply with a twinge of jealousy.

“Well I’m not really that into her, she’s weird I don’t know why she keeps coming up to me” he adds.

“Oh shit I think she’s coming back” he says in a panic.

“Uhh we can go in the basement?i think I saw the door next to the stairs” I quickly suggest.

“Yea whatever just get me away from her”

I take a firm grasp on his hand and lead him down the hall to a white door.

I open it up and flick on the light.

Me and Yuri walked over to a corner and sat down on the carpet.

“I swear if I get caught in another conversation with her I think I might jump off the roof” he says dramatically.

I roll my eyes and laugh at his childish antics.

I never really got to have a good look at what Yuri was wearing. His hair was down and he was wearing a black button down and black dress pants.

As I examined his body I felt my face start heating up.

“Are you ok?” He asks.

“Oh yea I’m fine it’s just uh hot in here” I reply, embarrassed.

“So why did you decide to come?” I ask.

“I was bored, and Mila kept pestering me until I said yes” he said with an annoyed tone.

“She did the same to me, she asked me literally every day until I said yes” I laugh.

He lets out a slight laugh.

I open my phone to check the time and it’s roughly 11:50.

“Shit we gotta go back up” I say.

“No please I don’t wanna talk to that weirdo anymore” he whines.

“Just uh..say I’m your girlfriend” I blurt out.

His face flushes red.

“A-are you sure?” He stutters out.

“I mean it’ll for sure keep her away” I say awkwardly, realizing what I had just said.

“I guess it’s worth a shot”

I grabbed his hand again and we climbed back up the stairs to the main area.

Everyone was dancing, and the girl Yuri was talking to was leaning against the wall talking to Sara.

Me and Yuri walked to the center of the living room and started dancing.

I held both of his hands as I swayed along to the music.

“Hey Yuri~ who’s this?” The brunette girl said as she snuck up behind me.

I watched yuris face go white.

“It’s my girlfriend” he says as he removes his hands from mine.

She looks me up and down and gives me a nasty look.

“Hi, I’m Jessica” she says, forcing a fake smile on her face.

“Uh im Y/N” i add awkwardly.

“You know you’d be really pretty if you like..didn’t put on so much makeup. Guys don’t really like try hards..” she says with a snarky tone of voice.

“Well I don’t think my boyfriend has an issue with the amount of makeup I wear” I spat back at her.

“Hmph what a pity, I’m sure he’d like a more natural girl..like me” she says with a sarcastic smile.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you two to it..but I’ll be back” she adds as she winks and walks off.

Yuri shivers in discomfort.

“What a megabitch” i say angrily.

“Tell me about it” he replies with a scoff.

After the song ended, I watched the TV to see who was performing next.

A singer I didn’t know got up on stage and started singing “take my breath away”

All the couples started slow dancing with the song while I started awkwardly at Yuri.

We were both completely still, faces bright red.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the brunette girl making her way towards Yuri again.

I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and in response he gently wraps his hands around my waist.

I lean my head on his chest and whisper “she was walking over, go with it”.

We sway slowly to the music, starting to melt into each others touch.

In the middle of the song I look up at him, our faces almost touching.

He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his face. His eyes were glistening as beautifuly as ever, and he smelled like expensive cologne.

His eyes were peering into mine, almost like he was about to kiss me.

“q-quit looking at me like that..” he stutters, quickly returning to reality.

His face was redder than ever as he turned to avoid my gaze.

“Shit sorry…I started zoneing out” I say as I return my head to its place on his chest.

As soon and my head hit the fabric, I felt him pull me closer and rest his head on mine.

My breath hitched at the sudden gesture.

Thank god he couldn’t see my face, it was as red as a tomato.

As the song slowly ended, I felt him lift off of me.

I felt an ache in my heart, like I didn’t want the moment to stop.

I removed my arms from around his neck as the TV reverted to the ball about to drop.

The countdown started.

60…

59..

“Y/N.. I need to talk to you about something” Yuri says as everyone chanted the numbers around us.

48..

47..

“Yea what’s up?” I reply as I look up at him.

39..

38..

“Promise me we’ll always be friends ok?” He says, his face red and his eyes glassy.

28..

27..

“Yea I promise..are you ok?” I reply concerned.

17..

18..

“I..uh” he stutters.

I felt my face heat up in anticipation.

9..

8..

Yuri looks away from me.

7..

6..

I watch as he takes a deep breath.

5..

4..

“Seriously Yuri what’s wrong, are you ok?”

3..

2..

And just as the clock strikes midnight he cups my face and pulls me into a kiss.

I feel time stop around me, all the screams and cheers were completely muffled as I melted into his touch.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

It was sweet and gentle, and I wish the moment could last forever.

I pulled away as he looked me in the eyes.

“I love you..I always have” he says out of breath, a lovesick look in his eyes.

“I love you too yurio” I add as I jump back into his arms.

“Happy new years” he replies as he places a quick kiss on the top of my head.

A/N: happy new years!! So sorry for slow updates, I’ve been really busy with schoolwork but I have the next chapter of going gold almost finished so be ready for that! Love you guys!!

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I played Journey. I believe tgc failed at delivering their lore in sky

In Journey, even if you aren't a theorist and don't delve into every tiny detail, you still get the basic idea of what the hell happened there: I played journey with my little brother by my side and he figured it out without me saying anything, only looking at the cutscenes.

Sky? Unless you follow sky twitter, sky discord, and scroll through the countless concept art, you have no idea what even is the basic story of the world of sky. What led to the kingdom being abandoned. Ask any sky player that doesn't fixate on lore and they don't even know that the king existed.

If your players need to access outer resources such as discord and twitter to get even the basic idea of what the story is - sorry, you failed in delivering the lore.

Of course, I'm not saying that everything should be given on a silver plate, but god damn, there is a difference between leaving the story up to interpretation and not giving any story at all.

For example, the fact that flight guide was the apprentice of Ayin. Ash said this fact was CRUCIAL to the story of flight season, it is the reason the things are the way they are in flight area, why the spirits ended up there in the first place, why flight guide decided to go there at all. How would someone that doesn't have twitter and isn't on discord know that?

Because there is 0 mention of it in the game itself. I'm tired of new areas. Yes you explore them and at first, it's exciting, but after you finish exploring every little part of the new area, which usually doesn't take longer than half an hour, it becomes as bland and boring as the base game realms. I wish tgc would instead focus on making the sky world more lively. To make the realms and the areas in said realms more connected. The flight area almost has zero impact on the forest, except for the new wind paths. The sanctuary has zero impact on the prairie - the mantas seen in there are only seen in there, you don't feel like sanctuary is a part of the prairie. It feels like every area exists in its own little bubble, and every realm is separated by walls from another. I wish they would work on the fauna, making it bigger, adding new creatures, new mechanics with the already existing ones. I want tgc to work on delivering the story better: I want more cutscenes, more quests during seasons that aren't just "go there and bring the spirit that". I want the spirits whose memories are bland, with the spirit only walking around and only giving the emote in the end to be reworked, like the spirits of Isle got reworked, giving them more personality, more importance to the story. I want to feel this world is alive and connected. I want to know the story. I want to know the personality of elders. frick it, I am down to only getting more spirit content. I want to feel like this kingdom was actually alive once, I want to feel how big the disaster was that it wiped out a whole KINGDOM, WHERE PEOPLE LIVED, LOVED, HATED, LAUGHED, CRIED. I want to feel the need to mourn the death of the spirits. I want to feel the need to mourn the death of the kingdom. I want to feel it was real and that it had importance, that the spirits found in the world aren't just dummies to give out cosmetics and emotes, I want to feel like they were people, ALIVE people. But the only thing I feel is... that this whole world is nothing but a playground. That it is all a make-belief. Yea, it looks like there something bad happened, but it feels as if it was done on purpose by some children playing to make it look like a tragedy when in reality it's just some broken sticks and stones, and dolls thrown around acting as spirits.

But instead of focusing on this, tgc would rather change the lighting and make the new ice texture ugly as fuck.