#could you imagine having to call your man skeet?

[baby-alien11]

Monaco Grand Prix (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

A/N: I've been working on this chapter for like more than two months, and I'm so excited to finally share it with all of you, ngl this might be as long as the race, so get comfortable, grab a snack and a drink and enjoy

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Two moths after the nepo babies interview, and a lot of calls with Max and Kelly (and sometimes Penelope) to coordinate the trip, the time to fly to Monaco for the Grand Prix had arrived

At first, the plan was take a flight to Monaco and stay in one of the hotels, but during one of the calls Max and Kelly mentioned that the country was a chaos during that week, so you and Jack will be travelling in Max's private plane and staying in their penthouse during the whole trip, which your parents also agreed because they prefered to both of you stay with people you knew instead of being alone in a hotel of a country across the sea

Thankfully, both of your schedules were clean for that week and the next, so the days before the travel consisted on checking passports, packing the suitcases, watching the Imola race, and since Max and Kelly mentioned that they organized a dinner/party for your birthday, both of you also packed nicer clothes

When the day to travel arrived, you got dressed in a black romper, your 1989 cardigan and your white Nike Air Force 1, while Jack got dressed in a light pink short-sleeved t-shirt, black cargo shorts, black sneakers and one of the Red Bull hats that Max gifted

Knowing the approximate time when the plane would land, both of you along with your families waited in the LA private hangar

"Okay guys, let's go by the rules again", Skeet said standing in front of all of you, "Always send us a text saying where you are or where you are going, stay close with Max and Kelly, you are going to a foreign country across the sea so also stay close to each other, we already have the middle hours for the calls, and the most important thing, please, ask Logan Sargeant for an autograph, please"

"And also have fun", Anna added, "Understood?"

"Yes", you and Jack nodded

"Dude, I feel that if dad could, he would had his own F1 team just to have Logan as a driver", Jakob commented

"Because it's true, or a NASCAR seat", Naiia responded, "But if they didn't let Andretti enter, dad is more far"

"Maybe he'll invest in a team", Jack suggested

"Like Alpine", you added, "But speaking seriously, someone needs to take Pierre and Esteban out of that team asap"

Being notified that the plane was about to land, some personal took your suitcase and Jack's suitcase, and grabbing your travel bags, the box that contained a gift for Penelope and baby dragon Jake, they took all of you to the hangar to get on the plane

Stopping a few metters in front of the red and black jet, all of you got out of the van along with your things

"I swear if that door opens and I hear the dutch national anthem I'll cry and kill myself", Jakob declared

"And I'm the dramatic", you snorted, "I'm not bringing you anything from Monaco"

"Don't worry, my man Jack has me covered", Jakob shrudded, "Right, Jack?"

"Well see", Jack joked

A few minutes later, the door of the airplane openned and Max stepped out from it, to greet you and Jack and introducing himself with the rest, before standing with the older adults to talk while the stewards took the suitcases to the plane

"First of all, I have to thank you for letting them go to Monaco", Max said to the adults, "I know it's a big trip and specially with people they only knew once and talked on the phone"

"Well, it's not the first trip they go on their own, but the first outside of America, so we're happy that they know some people", Skeet said

"Also, here's my phone number, along with my girlfriend's, and also my performance coach, and our emails, in case of an emergency", Max added giving a paper with the information to Anna so both parents could have it, "And there's also the dinner after the race, which is more like a private party with the drivers, reserve drivers and our couples"

"As long as they're safe and have fun, everything will be alright", Anna assured

Saying goodbye to everyone the three of you entered the plane, greeting the other drivers in there and sitting in the avaliable seats; once the plane took off and the turbulance ended, a steward gave you and Jack flutes with champagne

"First of all, happy birthday Y/N, even if it was two weeks ago, and Jack it's so great to see you in person, well both of you and not only on a screen", Max said sitting in front of both of you

"It was your birthday?", Charles asked at what you nodded, "Congratulations, when it's yours?"

"November 16", Jack answered

"Just in time for Las Vegas", Carlos mentioned, "You're coming to that race, right?"

"Dude, chill out, it's their first Grand Prix", Max laughed, "And I'm going to guess not the first race in general?"

"I've been going to NASCAR races since I was a kid because of my grandpa and uncle, so no", you responded

"And I started going since we started dating", Jack added

"What about hot laps?", Charles asked

"I hate them, they're the worst, I preffer to be the first victim in a slasher", you declared, "There's this tradition with my siblings and grandpa and uncle of doing them at fifteen and eighteen, I did one with my grandpa when I was fifteen, and it was nice, kinda relaxed, and then when I turned eighteen, I did it with my uncle and it was like hell, Jack here got the same treatment"

"It was while we were on the actors strike, and I mean, I was in a movie where I was in a car almost all the time, so there wasn't a lot of difference", Jack said, "But it still was a different sensation"

"I have a question", Daniel raised his hand, "The hot laps were before or after the messages?"

That comment was enough to make everyone of you laugh for a few minutes, until it died with everyone still smilling

"It was after", you responded, "And it became the joke of the family"

"Dude, how did she tell you about the messages?", Carlos asked, "I forgot to ask that when we met"

"We were like in the stage of flirting and we had like four dates at that moment, and during one weekend during filming, she invited me to watch a race, I think it was Silverstone", Jack explained turning to look at you for confirmation at what you nodded

"That's the race I won", Carlos exclaimed

"Amazing race, that's how I started to like Formula 1", Jack continued, "And we were watching it, I mentioned that Lando was a good driver, and she mentioned the texts"

"What was your reaction when you saw them?", Charles questioned

"I laughed for like five minutes, maybe more, then I read them again and died of cringe"

"Don't worry, we all did when we saw them", Daniel said, "At this point we all read the messages, but Lando doesn't know that we know, and I was his teammate during 2022 and I didn't knew until now"

"I think he didn't tell anyone, no one of us knew anything", Charles exclaimed, "Probably Max Fewtrell was the only one who knew"

"It's going to be a fun weekend", Max laughed

"Smells like money and luxury", was the first thing you said stepping out the plane once it arrived in Monaco

"And no taxes", Jack added, "Like the perfect place to live"

"Absolutely", you nodded

After talking during most part of the flight and then eating (which included Charles ice cream), the other part of the flight consisted on everyone sleeping, waking up minutes before landing in the private hangar, where a few vans were waiting for the arrival

Once everyone was on their designated vans, they started their way to their different paths; during the whole trip, you and Jack stared at the window watching the city, and the sunset that was happening due to the hour, also sending messages to let know your families you've arrived with some photos and videos, without posting anything on social media to don't ruin the surprise

Arriving at the apartment complex, the three of you got out of the vehicule along with the chauffer who helped with the baggage, and once you had everything, the three of you entered the building with Max leading the way and entering the elevator that stopped in the last floor in a fancy and homey penthouse

"Girls, we're home", Max exclaimed entering with both you following behind

"Maxie!", a little girl voice, Penelope, exclaimed running towards Max, "I missed you"

"Hi P", Max smiled at the little girl hugging her, "I missed you too"

"Hello", Kelly greeted hugging Max for a few seconds before separating to see both of you, "I can't believe you're already here"

For the next minutes, the only thing that was heard was small talking between the six of you followed by a small tour for the apartment

"And this is your room", Kelly said opening a door revealing a kinda big and cozy room, "The door next to the wardrobe is the bathroom, our room is at the end of the hallway, and P's in front of yours, we hope that you like it"

"It's perfect, thank you", Jack said

"Also thank you for letting us stay here", you added entering the room

"Well, we weren't going to let you on your own in a whole different country", Max mentioned, "Specially in race weekend"

"And feel free to ask if you need anything, we want you to be the most comfortable in your time here", Kelly said, "Make yourself comfortables, we'll be in the kitchen prepearing dinner"

Nodding, both of you put the travel bags and baby dragon Jake on the bed and the suitcases on the floor to unpack some things, also taking off your shoes and cardigan, and Jack also his shoes and hat

"I can't believe we are in Monaco", you smiled putting your jacket for the race and the dress for the dinner after on the closet, "It feels surreal, you know?"

"Yeah, like seeing it in movies, series, or the races, and now we are here", Jack nodded, "And also we're going to the race"

"And we are friends with the drivers, I can't believe this is our life"

"Me neither, but I'm glad we can do it together"

"Me too"

The next minutes consisted on organizing your stuff, such as some clothes and shoes on the wardrobe and purses on the small table, along with things on the bathroom including your whole Dyson Airwrap, being joined by Jimmy and Sassy at some point noticing them when seeing them laying on the bed

Once everything was in order, each of you took one of the cats in arms and walk towards the kitchen where the couple was preparing the dinner while Penelope was sitting in the living room with a coloring book

"You found Jimmy and Sassy", Max mentioned seeing how both of you left the cats in their tower

"Yeah, they entered while we were organizing our things", Jack nodded, "Do you need help with anything?"

"We're good at the moment, but thank you", Max responded

"Why don't you go with P while we finish?", Kelly suggested, "We'll let you know when dinner is ready"

Accepting the suggestion, both of you walked to the living room where the little girl was sitting in front of the center table with her coloring book and supplies

"Hi P, do you mind if we sit with you?", you asked her, at what she nodded, causing that both of you to take a seat at her sides, "What are you coloring?"

"A unicorn", Penelope answered passing you and Jack sheets with printed draws so both of you can draw with her, "I really love them, they are cute"

"And also magical", Jack mentioned grabbing a color pencil to start coloring the butterfly in front of him

"Have you seen one?", Penelope asked with impression

"Not yet, but I sometimes travel to another planet where there a lot of fantastic animals and amazing places", Jack said reffering to Pandora, "Do you want to see some pictures?"

With the little girl nodding, Jack got his phone out to show her some photos he had of concept arts and stills of the movies, while you watched with a smile without stopping to color the printed teddy bear that she gave you

"It's beautiful", Penelope gasped seeing the pictures before turning to look at you, "Have you been there?"

"I have", you nodded, "It's a magical place"

"What is your favorite animal in there?", that question was aimed for the both of you

"Well, I personally love the ikrans, which are this beautiful flying creatures that have different colors", you explained to her

"Mines are the tulkuns, they are like the whales cousins that swam in the Pandora reefs", Jack then explained

"How can we go there?"

"Unfortunately Pandora is a planet way away from us, but there's a small part on this planet", you said reffering to the themed park in Florida

"Kids, dinner's ready", Max exclaimed, "Go wash your hands"

While Penelope went running to the bathroom, both of you followed her not before sending him dirty looks

"P, have you seen Ice Age?", you asked her

After a nice and homemade dinner, the tiredness after a long trip made his consequences because after saying goodnight and changing into pajamas, both of you fell asleep hard, even turning off the alarm when it sounded in the morning, but the peace didn't last long because soon enough, Penelope entered the room to get on the bed and start jumping

"Wake up, wake up, breakfast is ready", the little girl exclaimed jumping a bit more before stopping and getting down to leave

"So that's how Jakob and Naiia felt when I used to do the same", you sighed, "Good morning babe"

"Good morning gorgeous, did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I have a bit of jetlag, but I'll be good when I drink coffee", you yawned rubbing your eye your one hand while the other was still holding baby dragon Jake, "What about you?"

"Same as you, might need a Red Bull as well"

"My love, we're going to drink that the whole weekend"

Finally getting out of bed and doing the usual morning routines, both of you walked in direction of the kitchen, stopping abruptly when you saw who was sitting next to Penelope

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw", you murmured being careful that Penelope didn't heard the bad word

Hearing your voice, the person turn around to see you and Jack standing next to each other a few metters behind

"Nope, I'm not doing this", Lando said taking the plate with food and standing up from the counter to walk to the door

"Dude, that's not your plate", Max exclaimed

"I'll return it later", Lando exclaimed back before closing the door

"That was awkward", Kelly commented, "Anyways, breakfast is ready, come on"

Aproaching the kitchen and saying good morning both of you grabbed from the breakfast made and sit on the counter to eat with them

After finishing breakfast, Max had to go to a Red Bull meeting regarding the race weekend, which left the four of you in the penthouse, and since Penelope decided that you and Jack will be her favorite people during the weekend, she decided to play 'beauty salon' with both of you, which ended with Jack with colorful hairclips on his curly hair and you with colored hair extensions with bows in all your head, P also decided to color on your tattoo with washable markers since she said it looked sad, so now it was pink and glittery purple

So after she finished with the hairstyles, you were doing a hairstyle in her, while the three of you were watching 'Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses', and Kelly was in the office attending a job call

When the movie was at the climax, and P's princess hairstyle was done, the front door opened revealing Lando again who first went to the kitchen to leave the plate he took earlier, and then to the living room with two boxes in his arms

"I just want to say sorry for those messages two years ago, I still feel embarrased about them, and I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable with them", Lando started to talk

"More like cringe", you interrupted

"Yeah, also that", Lando sighed giving you and Jack the boxes with the Quadrant logo, "Again, I'm really sorry, you are a wonderful girl, I'm happy that both of you are together, anyways, here is Quadrant and McLaren merch for both of you, bye"

Finishing that phrase, he left the penthouse without saying another word

"What was that?", Penelope asked

"I don't know, sweetpea", you responded

"It was weirder than the messages", Jack commented at what you nodded

During the days previous to the race, which were media, practices and qualifying, Kelly and Penelope took the both of you to different places of Monaco, such as museums, shopping in different stores (at Cartier, you and Jack got matching Trinity Bracelets in red string), eating at different coffee shops and restaurants, walk along the iconic streets and gardens, and even the beach

The morning of the race, it was a bit of a rush inside the penthouse while was getting ready, specially because Max had to be there at a certain hour, and by that, it meant all of you had to go at that hour

The outfit you chose for the race was a white top, a black skort, black Prada boots, along with a vintage Red Bull jacket, light blue sunglasses, your new Chanel flap bag, with your typical accesories like your ear piercings, your initial necklace, a few friendship bracelets, your Van Cleef and Arpels green bracelet, your new Trinity Bracelet, your Apple Watch and your Ghostface and Baby Vamp rings, while your hair was in a nice and soft hairstyle and your make up in a soft pink in the eyes and gloss

While Jack decided to use a sleeveless dark blue shirt, dark jeans and white sneakers, along with a white letterman jacket, his initial necklace and Trinity Bracelet along with black sunglasses

"Let's do a last recap to make sure that we have everything", you said sitting in the bed and opening your bag, "Phone chargers and portable batteries, tissues, my lip gloss and your chapstick, our wallets, sunscreen, hand sanitizer, face masks, mint bubblegum, and a pen and a sharpie"

"And the passes", Jack added having them in his hands, "We're ready, and I still can't believe we are going to a Grand Prix"

"Me neither, I feel like I'm going to trully believe it when we see the liveries"

Leaving the room, not before taking a few mirror selfies, both of you walked to the living room to meet with Max, Kelly and Penelope and finally leave towards the paddock, not before taking a few group photos

Going to the parking lot of the building, there was a van for the five of you with a few people of Red Bull in there, to take you to the harbor where a boat was waiting to take you to the paddock, while someone from the socials team was filming

"This is the reunion of the Nepo Babies interview", the media person said, "Max, Kelly, how it's been to have Y/N and Jack in your house?"

"They're so lovely, it's been amazing to be able to know them better", Kelly responded

"That's why we love you, Kells", you said to her

"They're annoying, can't wait to have them out of the house", Max joked

"We're not that bad", Jack argued

"Yeah, at least we don't stay all night playing games", you added, "And P, loves us, right sweetpea?"

"Is like having older brothers", Penelope said, "I like them very much"

"Sweetpea, returning after the race, I'll make you cookies that will last until your birthday"

After a few more minutes of driving across the streets of Monaco, the van stopped at the harbor where a Red Bull boat was waiting, and after managing to get into it without problems, another ride started, but this time across the Monaco sea to arrive at the paddock, which wasn't too crowded yet fortunately, making it easier to walk around, and wanting to let you have your moment to appreciate everything, Max, Kelly and Penelope walked a few metters ahead to you

"This still feels surreal", you murmured soaking in the arounds of people from all the teams arranging everything

"NASCAR is one thing, but this is like another world", Jack mentioned

"Nice mullet, kid", Vatteri Bottas suddenly passed next to both of you in his bike, refering to Jack's hair

"Thank you", Jack exclaimed in response, "Valtteri Bottas liked my mullet, I'm not going to have another hairstyle again"

Continue to walk, both of you took photos and videos of the environment and selfies walking aroung the paddock, without losing view of your friends, until you reached the Red Bull Energy Station where members of the team were there before the race, going directly to the buffet to grab a light breakfast

"I just remembered the DTS chapter about the budget", you said, "They were right, the cattering is really good"

"I still can't believe you watch the show", Max sighed

"Listen, it has funny moments", you defended it, "We know they kinda manipulate things, but it has meme worthy moments"

"Like what?", Max asked

"Will Buxton comments, the team principals meeting, Alpine-gate, and a lot more", Jack enlisted, "Just to say a few"

Just after finishing breakfast, the social media aproached asking to do content for social media, at what the three of you went to the top of the Energy Station where it was still empty before the rest of the guests arrived, and you inmediatly got emotional when you saw who was already in there

"Hey man", Max greeted Checo with a man hug

"Hey, how's it going?", Checo greeted back noticing both of you behind Max, "These are the kids you told me about?"

"Yeah, this is Y/N and Jack, she was my interview partner for the nepo babies thing"

"Oh yeah, I remember, nice to meet you guys, Max talks about you all the time", Checo nodded shaking both of your hands, "How are you? Are you enjoying Monaco?"

"Yeah, it's really nice in here", Jack nodded, "It's better than seeing it on television, movies and all that"

"And Kelly and Penelope have been taking us on a tour around during these days", you added, "Also I wanted to tell you that you are my favorite driver, your victory in Sakhir 2020 is one of the best races I've ever seen"

"Thank you so much, I really apreciate it", Checo nodded, "And it's great to have both of you with us today, and this will be out next week, but I feel like you deserve to be two of the first to know that I re-signed for two more years"

"That's amazing", you exclaimed

"Congratulations", Jack also exclaimed

The conversation between the four of you lasted a bit more during which the media took a small video, before taking photos

On the McLaren hospitality, Lando was dealing with Oscar, Max F and Lily laughing at him becuase he told them what happened a few days ago

"I just can't believe she and her boyfriend are here", Lando exclaimed, "I knew about the nepo babies thing, I saw the interview, but I didn't expect to see them in Max and Kelly's home, I apologized to her, I gave them McLaren and Quadrant merch, but I still feel embarrased"

"Yeah, the messages were awful", Oscar nodded, "The smirking face at the end was the worst"

"I told him that the emoji was a bad idea", Max F pointed

"Don't remind me", Lando sighed, "Wait a second, how do you know I put a smirking face emoji?"

"We all know about the messages, and how she left you on read", Lily said surprising Lando

"Yeah, between Suzuka and Shangai, Max, Lance, Carlos and Mick were sending the screenshot to all of us", Oscar explained, "Well, of course not you"

"This is even worse", Lando almost cried

"Well, I think you are about to cry more", Max F laughed, "Look at the entrance"

With curiosity, the three looked at the entrance of the hospitality where you, Jack and Penelope were there, but you weren't wearing your jacket because of the weather and Jack was without his jacket

"Uncle Lando", Penelope exclaimed running towards him

"Hi P", Lando exclaimed hugging her, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you, and show them the place", Penelope explained before separating to go greet the others

"I hope we aren't intruding", you said, "P wanted to give us a tour around, and Kelly gave us permition, so here we are"

"It's okay, both of you are welcome to McLaren", Oscar assured

Greeting everyone, both of you sat in the lounge next to each other with Jack's arm behind your back, while Lando went with Penelope for something to drink

"I love your top, is so beautiful", you said to Lily, "It highlights your hair"

"Thank you", Lily smiled, "I like your glasses"

"Thanks, you want to try them?", you responded taking off your glasses and extending them to her

Feeling a bit shy to tell no, Lily took the sunglasses to put them on, at what Oscar took a photo of her

"They really protect from the sun?", Max F asked

"Yeah, after I bought them, I took them to my oculist and she aproved them, they have UV protection", you explained as Lily returned the glasses to you

Almost inmediatly, Penelope returned drinking a Capri-Sun to sit next to you while Lando started to pass packages of the juice because Penelope insisted on bring it to everyone

"P said you liked the orange flavor, so I hope this is okay", Lando said giving you and Jack the juices

"It's okay, thank you", Jack nodded, "By the way, congratulations on your first win"

"Thanks, did you watched the race?", Lando questioned sitting again

"Yeah, we basically saw the sprint and the qualy in LA, and then we saw the race in New York because we had the MET on monday, and I still don't know how they didn't kick us out of the hotel", Jack explained laughing, "Great day for being a McLaren fan"

"I can confirm that he was almost bouncing on the walls", you added, "And as half british, I was so happy to hear the anthem on the podium again"

"We have the trophy here, do you want to see it?", Lando questioned

"Of course", Jack exclaimed

Leaving the juices on the center table, both of them stood up to go were the trophy was placed, which ended up in a lot of photos taken with the trophy, until the three of you had to return to Red Bull

"Well, guys, it was nice meeting and talking but we need to go", you sighed taking P in your arms, while Jack got your purse, "Our presence is required at Red Bull, good luck at the race and I'll guess we'll see at the dinner-party after the race"

"Yeah, we'll be there", Lily nodded

"Perfect, good luck at the race, get in the points, a podium or two, be safe", you said while Jack opened the door

"Let's go McLaren", Jack exclaimed with your bag in his shoulder

"Bye", Penelope also exclaimed waving her hand

Once the door was closed and the three of you were out of view, Lando sighed in relief

"I thought he was going to kill me with his bare hands", Lando said which caused the rest to hold their laughs

"Or her", Oscar joked, "She carried P like she was a feather"

Back to the three of you, you were walking to the Red Bull garage since Max and Kelly gave you a time to return to be in time for the race and evade the chaos that was forming in the paddock

Arriving at the garage, you saw Kelly standing in the entrace at what you put P on the floor so she could go with her mom, but she decided to took yours and Jack's hands, at what Kelly decided to took a photo of the cute moment

"How was the tour?", Kelly asked once the three of you were walking inside the garage

"We went to visit uncle Lando", Penelope exclaimed without releasing your hands

"Really? How it was?", Kelly questioned focusing on you two

"It was good", Jack nodded, "They let us take photos with the Miami trophy"

"And they gave us Capri-Suns to drink", you added, "It was nice"

"Uncle Lando said that if I wear orange he was going to give me a new doll", Penelope mentioned, "But I only support dad and Maxie's teams"

"Good girl", Kelly smiled

"Besides Y/N and Jack gave me a new and beautiful doll", Penelope added refering to the American Girl doll that both of you decided to gift her, along with three changes of clothes, "Which I really, really, really love"

"And we love that you love her", you smiled, "We picked her specially for you"

Continuing with the walk to the garage where the cars where waiting to race across the streets of Monaco, ended up marveled by seeing them in person at what Kelly took Penelope's hand so you two could look at the cars better, while people from media were filming the moment

"They look even better in person", you murmured being careful to don't touch anything

"A sticker with our faces would make it better", Jack joked making you laugh

"The best part is that you can get on them", Max intervined with Checo by his side

"No way!", you exclaimed, "For real?"

"Yeah, they gave us permition, and we have three hours until the race, so it wasn't a problem", Checo explained

Before getting on the liveries, a small photoshoot was held next to the cars and in front of the garage, at what you and Jack got your jackets on again for the photos

Once the photos were done, the next thing was hoping into the liveries for a few photos, at what you decided to take off your boots leaving you in Strawberry Shortcake socks because you didn't wanted to accidentally break something

As you were getting into Checo's car with the help of a small ladder and his help, Jack was doing the same but in Max's car on the other side of the garage

"This is incredible", Jack exclaimed while the steering wheel was put in it's place

"This is a lot different than a NASCAR car, fancier", you pointed grabbing the steering wheel

"Gorgeous, let's do a little race", Jack exclaimed

"Let's do it", you exclaimed back, "Can someone please put tyres, please?"

Staying in the cars for a bit more, the media team took photos and videos of the moment until both of you had to get out to keep the cars safe for the race (even if the places for the race weren't the best, but anything can happen in Monaco)

"How did it felt?", Max asked once both of you were out

"Amazing, although is so small inside", Jack responded, "Doesn't feels a bit claustrophobic during races?"

"I mean, at first it is, when you start karting but as you climb categories, you get used to it", Checo explained, "And you are too focused on the race to think about the space"

"It felt a lot different to a NASCAR car", you commented, "Because in NASCAR you are completely seated, but in this you are almost lay down"

After talking for a bit more, they had to go to start preparing for the race, at what the two of you along with Kelly and Penelope went to the hospitality on the third floor to wait until the protocols and race starts, watching the F2 race and drinking Red Bull and eating some snacks

When it was time for the protocols, the four of you went down to the track for the anthem, staying at the back with the rest of the guests, and being joined by some of the wags whom were quick to introduce themselves, and you were happy to finally meet Kika in person after following each other on Instagram for a while

Finishing the anthem ceremony, the start grid became busier with all the people in there, at what the four of you returned to the Red Bull garage and to the hospitality floor to watch the race from the balcony with view to the starting grid and the race start, while Kelly and P stayend inside

"Bad Bunny was right when he said that F1 cars are faster in person", you mentioned as they sped up to start the race

"Also very loud", Jack mentioned, "Even with the heaphones, wait a second, I think something happened"

"One of the Ferrari's is out, I think is Carlos", you frowned seeing the screen in front anouncing a red flag, and then focus on Checo's car wrecked along with the two Haas, "Holy shit!"

"That looks horrible", Jack gasped

Entering the hospitality to watch what happened, everyone was shocked as well for the magnitude of the crash, so focusing again in the screens they showed Checo getting out of the car unharmed as well as the other two drivers, which ended up in a red flag and a delay of forty minutes

"The car wasn't a car anymore", you sighed sitting in the table, "It was crushed"

"They are repeating what happened", Jack pointed at the screens

Seeing the different angles of the crash was worse than seeing the wrecked car, and adding the incident between the two Alpines was more shocking for all the things that happened in the first lap

"That was wild", Jack concluded, "All in the first lap"

Waiting for the re-start, the four of you decided to eat lunch from the food they had in there while seeing what was happening during the red flag

Once the race started again, Charles was again liderating it with Oscar, Carlos and Lando behind him, and the rest of the drivers behind in the same order they started

Basically it was a kinda boring race, except for a few overtakes in the back, Lance's tyre falling out from his car while entering the pits, and also during one part of the race, you and Jack were put on the screen with Kelly and Penelope

As the last four laps started, both of you went to the balcony to watch the end of the race and the energy that the city was giving by seeing their driver lead the race, specially in the last lap when the yatchs and boats in the harbor started to honk their claxons as a form of celebration and more when Charles crossed the checkered flag claiming the victory

After the whole event ended, the mayority of the guests to the dinner/party where the first ones to left the paddock to get ready, but first you made the cookies you promised to Penelope

Following your 'Mamma Mia Birthday', you chose a lace white dress, blue platform heels, with your new Lady Dior that was a gift from the brand for the MET Gala, your new blue choker on top of your initial necklace, your hair was completely down in a wavy hairstyle, blue eyeshadow, cherry lipstick, with some silver rings and your Trinity Bracelet and Van Cleef and Arpels bracelet along your ear piercings

And matching with you, Jack decided to wear a baby blue short sleeved button up, white pants and white sneakers

Thanks to Penelope's dad living in the same building, she stayed with him for the night, so the four of you hop on the van waiting in the buildings parking lot and go to where the dinner/party was going to be held

"Charles and Alexandra are arriving later because they are at the royal dinner, Kevin and Nico aren't coming because they are having family time, Checo decided to return early to Guadalajara with his family, but they'll sent their gifts, and a few of the Prema kids are going to be there", Max informed on the way to the location, "And the rest are all coming, for what we now at the moment"

"Okay, this is going to be fun", you nodded

"My lost brother is going to be there?", Jack joked reffering to Ollie Bearman

"He'll be there", Max laughed

A few minutes later, the van stopped in the right location, at what the chauffer openned the door for the four of you in front of a yatch, specifically Max's

"This is the 'Money, Money, Money' that ABBA was talking about", you said to Jack seeing the yatch

"Literally", Jack agreeded circling your waist with his arm

"Come on guys, they are waiting for us", Max exclaimed from the entrance of the yatch with Kelly

Aproaching them, both of you walked into the luxurious yatch and going to the third floor where almost everyone was there, inmediatly greeting the ones you knew and meeting the ones you didn't, which included that Jack and Ollie met and took a few photos as 'lost brothers'

"Logan, nice to meet you", you said when Alex and Lily M introduce him to both of you, "My dad is a great fan of yours"

"He is?", Logan asked with surprise

"He is like the biggest", Jack responded while you looked for something in your phone, "Before we came here he told us to tell you that, and ask for an autograph"

"He also sent a message after the race", you said reading your phone, "He said: make sure to tell Logan that he had a great race today, that overtake was incredible, and don't give up because better times are coming, we also think that"

"That's really amazing to hear, thank you very much", Logan nodded

A bit later, Charles and Alexandra finally arrived so the yatch left the harbor to be a few metters into the sea and start the dinner/party

"Before we start I have a few anouncements to say", Max spoke taking the microphone from the DJ booth, "There won't be alcohol because we are in a yatch in the middle of the sea, so-"

Interrupting the small speech, Daniel throwed at him a napkin in a small ball at his face, what made everyone of you to giggle

"Anyways, for our own safety we'll be drinking Almave, thank you Lewis"

"Anything for my MET kids", Lewis smiled

"Why there won't be alchol?", Lando asked

"Look at your nose", Max simply said, "Also because I have to return them to America in one piece, so have fun, enjoy the food, don't fall overboard and don't break anything"

Once the speech was over and Max left the microphone, the talks between everyone continued while Lando went to the DJ booth with Max F to prepare the music

"Babe, I'm going with the girls to get something to drink", you told Jack while holding hands, "Want to come?"

"Yeah, I'll go in a moment, I'm just going to remind Lando to put ABBA songs", Jack nodded

"You are going with your new best friend", you joked poking his ribs

"I mean, I made sure he's not a threat, so he's fine", Jack smiled, "I won't hurt him"

"I love when you kinda return to your Ethan Landry phase", you giggled

"I know you do, sweet dumb thing", that last thing he said it in your ear increasing your giggles

"Where's Y/N?", you heard Kika exclaimed at what both of you turned to the direction of the bar to see how Tiffany was lifting her, "Return her to us, you have her all the time"

"Looks like I've been summoned", you joked

Separating ways for a moment, you went with the girls, while Jack walked to the DJ booth surprising (or more like scaring) Lando and Max F

"Hey, can I make a few suggestions for the music?", Jack asked

"Yeah, sure, no problem", Lando nodded

"Perfect, ABBA songs because this is her 'Mamma Mia' birthday, Y/N loves Taylor Swift but be careful if you put sad songs specially from 'The Tortured Poets Department' or any album, and her musical taste is very open so everything will be okay, but she really loves Sabrina Carpenter, Madison Beer, Beyonce, Chappell Roan, Labrynth, Doja Cat, The Weekend, Megan Thee Stallion, Reneé Rapp, Demi Lovato, Kendrick Lamar, Bad Bunny, Lil Nas X", Jack explained quickly, "Oh and she participated in a lot of musical plays during middle and high school, do you think you can work with that?"

"Yeah, sure, is enough, thank you", Lando responded at what Jack smiled before going to the bar with you, "I got lost at Taylor Swift"

"Shut the hell up", Max F sighed

From another part of the room, George, Lance, Carlos, Zhou, Ollie, Dino and Kimi were watching the scene in front of them

"For a moment I thought Jack was going to kill Lando", George commented

"Nah, he's too good to do it", Lance responded

"Besides he wouldn't ruin hermanita's birthday party", Carlos shrudded taking a sip of his drink, "He's not like that"

"I'm a bit lost", Kimi interrupted

"Oh right, you don't know", Lance exclaimed

"It's actually so funny", Ollie laughed

"More like embarrasing", Zhou pointed

"You know?", Dino asked Ollie

"Charles told me about it", Ollie nodded

"The context is that Y/N, the girl in the white dress, recieved a message from Lando two years ago, and she left him on read", George explained showing them the screenshot of the messages at what the young ones started to laugh, "And the boy who was with Lando, is Jack, her boyfriend, and he played Ghostface recently, which is why Lando is scared"

"And her dad is also Ghostface, the first one to be clear", Lance specified

Interrupting all the conversations, the melody of 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA started at what everyone started to fill the dance floor and start the party, that lasted until the wee hours of the morning

After four days of recovering of the party, hanging out a bit more and packing the things that you got in the new extra suitcases that both of you bought (which included merch from all the teams and drivers, some with autographs, and even from their personal brands), the time to return to LA had arrived, which was very sad for all of you, specially the goodbyes

"I don't want you to go", Penelope cried hugging you and Jack as both of you were kneeling on the floor to be at her height, "I want you to stay here"

"I know sweetpea", you sighed separating from the hug but holding her hands, "But as you got your home here, we also have ours across the sea"

"And we also have to go and take care of our cats", Jack added

"Butters and Tatum?", Penelope asked

"Yeah, just like all of you take care and love Jimmy and Sassy, we need to do the same with Butters and Tatum", Jack explained

"But remember that the doors of our homes are always open, and if you want to talk to us, you can ask your mom or Max to call us", you told her trying to console her, "So please don't cry because we'll see each other again"

Without crying this time, Penelope hug both of you again causing a few small tears to fall of yours and Jacks eyes, once the hug ended, the three of you walked where Kelly was since she gave space for the goodbye with P

"Thank you so much for letting us stay in your house during this week", you said to Kelly while hugging her

"Just like we said before, we weren't letting you be in the city by your own", Kelly said sepparating from the hug and then hug Jack before sepparating, "Take care, okay? We'll try to plan something during summer break to see if we can visit LA, if you want"

"That would be nice", Jack nodded

Saying goodby again to Kelly and Penelope, both of you turned around to leave the country, the two of you walked to the private plane where Max was waiting outside, entering the flying transport, both of you sat in the seats where your travel bags were, while Max sat next to Lando and Carlos who were also travelling because of the next race which was Canada

Before the plane could leave the land, you and Jack sent the combined family groupchat messages telling that you were on the plane on the way back home

"I know there wasn't any alcohol at the party but I feel wasted", you sighed putting on the hood of your TTPD beige hoodie, which you paired with black leggings and black crocs, "Even after a few days"

"It's probably because of all the packing and organizing our things", Jack said playing with baby dragon Jake, "We basically played Tetris with our suitcases"

"How many merch did you recieved?", Lando asked

"Two bottles of Almave for each of us, a bottle of Patrón each, a box of KitKats each, the Quadrant merch that you gave us, pieces of +44 for each, Alex sent us some clothes, and also Daniel gave us clothes", Jack enlisted, "And we also have to count all of the teams merch, and all the things we bought, which includes our new suitcases"

"Literally the appartment was a mess of boxes and plastic wrap", Max commented, "Jimmy and Sassy were enjoy it"

"Thank God I'm turning my brother's room into my new closet", you mentioned with humour, at what the drivers looked at you with shock, "I mean, he doesn't live in the house anymore and I'm currently using his room as a storage room, this is an upgrade"

"And what will happen to your current closet?", Carlos questioned

"I'll turn it into a little shrine with my things of VFX make up and small gifts and things", you explained, "Of course not like the one in Scream VI, that is full of crimes evidence"

"And of course no one will die there, I know what is like", Jack joked

"Where you a victim of Ghostface?", Lando asked with interest

"I was Ghostface, I got killed with a lot of stabs and a TV in the head, like Stu Macher", Jack responded, "But I had three kills before, one off-screen and the other two on-screen"

Hearing that, Lando only thought that he should've searched who was texting before sending those messages two years ago

The rest of the flight was spent between everyone sleeping, even thought during a few hours Jack woke up and borrowed your Nintendo Switch to play 'Dead by Daylight' who was soon joined by Max who woke up for a little bit

Once the plane entered the area of LA during the early morning, the stewards wake everyone of you to be prepared for the landing

"Who is coming to get you?", Max asked you and Jack

"My dad is in another city for a convention this weekend", you responded

"And my mom went to a microbiologists retirement, she returns tomorrow", Jack responded

Deciding that the best thing will be taking you both to your house, the five of you went into a van where you put the direction of your house, since it was closer to the airport, on the GPS and start the road, arriving when the sun started to came out

"And we are here", Max anounced as the van stopped in front of your house, "This is nice"

"Thank you, we have a cultive garden, pool, gym, wood workshop and memorabilia from movies and series, also NASCAR, and also works as VFX make up workshop", you mentioned as the bags and suitcases were unloaded from the van, "And we have a cat"

"Thank you so much for the trip, it was fun", Jack said when all the luggage was in the fron porch, "We really enjoyed it"

"It was really nice to have you in there, for the race and this whole week", Max nodded

"Don't forget that both of you are coming at Las Vegas for the race for your birthday", Carlos mentioned palming Jack's back, "The Ferrari garage will be happy to host both of you"

"What are you talking about?", Max frowned, "They are part of Red Bull now"

"McLaren also exist, they spent like half an hour with us on race day", Lando intervined

"Cabrón, you sent her an embarrasing message two years ago", Carlos exclaimed

Seeing as their little fight was going to last a few more minutes, you and Jack decided to enter the house along with your luggage leaving them in there

skeetulrich, lilyzneimer, bonnieaarons1, zhouguanyu24, melissabarreram, misstrinitybliss, sabrinacarpenter and 759, 279 more

yn.ulrich and jackchampion so... we went to Monaco, if you didn't notice, this can be considered as the part two of the nepo babies thing

Thank you so much to redbullracing for having us during the race and for letting us sit in maxverstappen1 and schecoperez cars

Also shotout to Max and kellypiquet for being mama and papa duck and letting us stay in their house, taking us around the city and letting us 'adopt' Penelope, you are the best!

P.D.: karting in Monaco hits different

redbullracing Great to have both of you in our garage!

maxverstappen1 please don't call me papa duck again

› yn.ulrich okay Sid

› user606 this is so siblings coded

schecoperez glad to finally meet you guys, hopefully the next race you attend will be better for us

user907 going to Monaco on your 'Mamma Mia' birthday is so iconic

carolamtz1 ❤❤

kellypiquet we love you kids ❤

julrich21 did you bring me something?

› yn.ulrich yeah, a contract to be Red Bull clown

› danielricciardo HAHAHAHA

user201 fan of your relationship 🥰🫀

› user745 YOU DID NOT COMMENTED THAT 💀

› user201 what does that mean?? I saw it in another couples account and I thought it was cute

› user745 just search about the Angela Aguliar/Christian Nodal thing

thebutterschronicles mom, dad, Tatum and I would like to know who are those cats

› jackchampion those are your new cousins, Jimmy and Sassy

user386 I just know that Y/N was crying when saying goodbye to P

not.scott.dissick we want to go next time

› jackchampion pack your bags my child

› not.scott.dissick mom and dad are taking us on a fieldtrip sarah_woods abbycutie noahtwitch

user446 being invited by one of the drivers instead of the team is like elite behavior

francisca.cgomes we all need to go on a girls brunch next time

› yn.ulrich OMG YESS

› flavy.barla count me in

› carmenmmundt me too

› lilymhe same

› lailahasanovic just set a date

› iamrebeccad me too

› alexandrasaintmleux can i bring leo?

› user739 did we just witnessed the welcome of Y/N to the wags club??

[bisexual-horror-fan]

In honor of you meeting Skeet Ulrich and Matthew Lillard congratulations by the way! (I’m new here but saw you met them so like WOW! That’s the dream) I was wondering I I could ask you what you personal favorite line from each Ghostface in the Scream movies is?

I’m shy so is it okay that I stay anonymous? I’ll just use the emoji 🔪 for any future asks I love your work btw and absolutely love scream :)

-🔪

Well, fuck me, I think I can do that! Let's run down the list.

Billy Loomis: "Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. It's all one great big movie. Only you can't pick your genre." Something about this, just fucking hits, right in the chest, the way he says it, the look on his face, I do not know, I love it.

Stu Macher: ''You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum.'' Seriously another one that I just adore, it is so telling to his character, I think about it often.

And a specfic one as Ghostface from the first Scream that hits is, "Scary night isn't it? With the murders and all. It's like right out of a horror movie or something." A little more unconventional but it is during the first call Sidney ever gets from Ghostface, so it only feels right to pick it man.

Mickey Altieri: "You should really deal with your trust issues Sid: I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom." So fucked up but the delivery of it man just gets me and gets me hard, also life imitating art, imitating life is up there.

Nancy Loomis/Debbie Salt: "Not wise to patronize me with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little knife happy." Again while I don't like Nancy a lot, the delivery was a serve.

Scream 2 Ghostface: "Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh... and scrape the bone beneath?" Noooo I have not but fuck me, do I want to!

Roman Bridger: "Variety called me a "pariah". I don't even know what a "pariah" is." Honestly very fucking funny line and delivery, I can give it up for that, second place is, "I'm about to turn 30, and it looks like I might be the next target". I, too, am about to turn 30 and would like to be the next victim, please.

Scream 3 Ghostface: "She's got a nice little... voice." The way it is said is like, okay! I see you!

Charlie Walker: "Shhh... It doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies, I know." Yeah this was the moment I was like okay, okay, I get it. He's got something about him.

Jill Roberts: "You just won't die, will you? Who are you, Michael fucking Myers?" If I have to pick one from her, it's this one.

Scream 4 Ghostface: "I'm gonna slit your eyelids in half so you don't blink when I stab you in the face." Like it would be any other one man, come the fuck on.

Amber Freeman: "Welcome to act three." Again, the delivery, the cunt in it, yes. Also, "Yeah, and he died like a pussy!"

Richie Kirsch: "Oh, thank god, you're still alive. Because I really wanted to be the one to kill you". Again, low tier Ghostface but a good line with solid delivery.

Scream 5 Ghostface: "It's an honour." Like it'd be anything else COME ON.

Jason Carvey: "Alright, fine. It was even better than we could have imagined. And when the knife, went in her, it's like… she wasn't a human anymore. Just an animal. And everytime when I went in, she was less… Less human… And then? She was… just meat." Hot, so, so hot.

Ethan Landry: "I've always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" Obviously it has to be this one, fuck.

Quinn Bailey: "I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Bitch same!

Wayne Bailey: "All the best lies are based from the hard truth." Dude fucking sucks and ACAB always but I mean this hits.

Scream 6 Ghostface: "Who gives a fuck about movies?" I mean I do, way too much, but good shit man!

Okay and these are my picks, hope it is detailed enough man.

[rigginsstreet]

bryan ray trout is really his real name? suddenly i feel so much better about mine

dont we all

[multimetaverse]

Riverdale 5x05 Recap

Jug are you gonna provide any more details on the ‘war’ Archie was in?

I can only imagine how deeply pathetic Jughead’s message must have been

If this is laying the groundwork for Archie never really having gotten over Veronica then I’m here for it

I think the last we saw of Polly she was locked up at a mental institute? Weird to think that Betty is the most well adjusted of Alice’s children

C’mon man it’s not like the FBI wouldn’t have meticulously went over all of Charles’ files after he was exposed as a serial killer

Betty calling Polly a bitch was a good moment back in the day

Getting S1 vibes from Betty and Kevin actually being friends

It’ll be hilarious if Hiram ends up liking Archie better than Chadwick

Toothy and Popeye are exactly the kind of names I’d expect Jughead to come up with. Also the serpents were fools and they were ridiculous (remember the serpent dance?)

Looking back it was so weird that they ever got rid of Weatherbee

I’m here for everyone putting Jughead in his place

No way Stonewall could suddenly deal with an influx of 100 students but Hiram must see the high school as the last Riverdale institution holding the town together

The one thing I want from this season is confirmation on whether Reggie’s dad is alive or not after that Ferris Bueller shit 

Ronnie might want might to get some credit cards of her own that her controlling husband can’t cancel

Omg Smithers! When was the last time we even saw him?

The blonde wig making a comeback, big night for call backs 

Nicest Polly scene since S1?

Wonder what goes on at the Roving Eye....

Wouldn’t it have been well known that Toni was a serpent and was operating the White Wyrm? She’s there all the time and it doesn’t look like she was hiding it at all

Wow Archie looks so much like Fred in that flannel

How much debt is Jughead in if he’s being hunted down by goons?

Reggie’s running his dad’s car lot.. almost as if his dad’s not around anymore

Not super surprising that Polly’s fallen in with a bad crowd

Archie rounding up the gang for a little vigilante raid 

Of course the charges would likely be thrown out as this was a warrantless raid 

Ruh oh, Polly’s definitely working as an escort or something similar

That was stone cold on Hiram’s part. I think he’ll come to regret setting Veronica on the path against him though. Also this ep is really highlighting that Chadwick is not here to stay, only question is if he makes out alive

In some ways it’s surprising that it’s taken this long to get a Barchie sex scene. Maybe Jeronica will hook up and they can call it even

I think your FBI supervisor/boyfriend might disagree that you’re single Betty

Cole Sprouse looks uncannily like Skeet Ulrich right now

That was a well done and dare I say touching tribute to Pop Tate

Some deft emotional manipulation on Toni’s part 

God I love Archie’s naivety, just expecting the gang to drop their lives to become high school teachers. I always assumed that Riverdale took place in New York state since it borders Quebec, has maple trees, and New York city is the major metropolitan area but Archie saying that people commute from NYC to Riverdale seemingly confirms it

Oh for sure, those one or two month teaching gigs that pop up all the time

Yeah I’m sure the FBI will be fine with you blowing off training Betty

That quick cut to Reggie during Toni’s speech could be a hint that he’s her baby daddy

Well, it’s over for the town of Riverdale. If the writers had any skills they’d eventually call back to this scene when new mayor Veronica Lodge reincorporates the town after vanquishing her father 

All the best marriages involve one spouse peaceing out to take up a new job in another town without any warning

Polly it might be a good idea to run off of the road where the skeleton truck can’t follow you

Man that’s gonna be brutal if Alice loses another child

Well can’t wait until Barchie get caught by Jughead or Veronica

This mothman shit is gonna be another gargoyle king story. Do we really need the Trash Bag Killer, the skeleton truck killer, and the mothman in one season?

I’m curious if the actors were given any direction on who Toni’s baby daddy is. Because Sweetpea and Toni seem to be interacting normally which probably rules him out but if the actors have no clue then it wouldn’t mean anything. They didn’t let Hal’s actor know he was the black hood which was why Hal was acting normally until the very ep it was revealed he was  the black hood. Reggie remains the most likely candidate imo, I could see why Toni wouldn’t want it known that he’s the father of her child

Until next week Riverdalers

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep11 Thoughts *Spoilers*

thoughts under cut to keep tag from being cluttered :)

- Oh yeah I forgot that Chad was blackmailing Veronica about the dirty dealings in her company even though it’s not her at all (unless it’s just been so long and I’ve forgotten but she’s my baby and I feel like I would’ve remembered but-

- Hiram and this dumb prison is one of the worst things for this show it’s a constant plot of people escaping and it’s so annoying like sure Hiram owns it and he was in the jail but no one has, like, taken him back to jail…??? Hiram is a fucking disease smh

- “back to remote learning” why didn’t you just stay that way though… like even right now in covid schools are opening back up and kids are complaining because it’s still not safe so like… just… go back to it??? I’m so not built for this world fasdhfkahf

- Veronica and Smithers 🥺🥺💞💞

- the way Veronica hugs Archie is so cute bc she’s so tiny but like she always gives her all and Archie is just 😐 never giving anything ahjfsdfsh it’s quite sad you can tell how done KJ is with Varchie lol

- “I really hate that I’m dragging you through this.” … what about constantly pulling him into your mob boss father mess that the writers refuse to allow you to escape from?

- “until you and Chad are officially done, I think we should keep our distance.” Varchie bones!!! you just KNOW that Archie has been looking forward to this because that man is whole heartedly in love with Betty and has been since forever and that while Chad prolongs the divorce papers, Archie will not be waiting for Veronica considering he doesn’t want her. Varchie = bones we love to see it!

- now who tf would join Penelope Blossom’s ministry… no one, realistically.

- can Cheryl stop being given the craziest and usually most boring plots ever please...

- Not someone holding a gun to Tabitha literally don’t hurt Riverdale’s best girl weirdo

- these bitches really haven’t aged huh…. poor Veronica though being robbed but like they stole some watches or something and the opal like that’s all you take..?? okay-

- Fangs 💞💞💞💞💞 also rip to him having to work with his ex tho

- STOP HAVING ARCHIE GO TO HIRAM WE’RE TIRED

- You know considering the whole reason why Hiram is still here as the villain and ruining Veronica’s life/growth to keep her in his plots al because Mark is a big soap opera celeb and apparently brings in money, you’d assume they would give him GOOD shit instead of everything he’s gotten. If they hadn’t of hired Mark can you imagine how much better off the show would be if they didn’t have to keep him around bc of his status????? God why-

- Reggie’s always there for Veronica muah…. oh fuck me I guess fjasjkdf

- “I work for one Lodge and it’s not you.” lmao okay??? you acting like that’s a flex, and that you’re working for the better Lodge who literally left you to die after the Serpents thought you shot Fangs so-

- MARTY BEING WHY REGGIE IS WORKING FOR HIRAM…….. YOUR DAD IS ABUSIVE LET HIM HANDLE HIS OWN DEBT??? God both Veronica and Reggie are always fucked over when it comes to their parents huh

- don’t you just love when they make characters act ooc for a plot ahhhhhh it’s totally fun to watch and totally not frustratingly annoying

- “FOR OLD TIMES SAKE.” 💞💞💞 we love Veggie even though they made Veronica act ooc and hurt him back then and they weren’t given an actual chance.

- “don’t be such a Betty” now why is Betty so surprised she only ever had fun when she was with Archie, when she’s with Jughead all she did was do what she wanted and order him around so likeefjhakdfh

- “he shouldn’t really be my problem anymore.” BUGHEAD BONES YASSSSS

- I know it was just a sound they used but like that squish sound when Darla kicked Tom’s face… did she like smash his face in damn what is this The Walking Dead?

- see the problem with them randomly bringing characters/parents in when they need them is that they’re never around so like no one really cares… like they could have utilized the parents so much (and Skeet and Marisol never would have left) and it would have been so much better than random appearances that make them look incompetent and awful parents because they’re never there during all the other times their kids need them. but we have to see the two toxic parents that won’t go away constantly??? literally what the fuck

- Betty calling Jughead’s writing cringey wbk she’s never liked his writing she was just stroking his ego bc she was his gf and had to be supportive lmaoo

- why are these 60+ year old men beating up Jughead like for why???

- so they just forgot that Tom was checking in on the convict huh gotta love dumbing down characters for plot!

- Fangs with his switchblade muah

- jealous Tabitha muahhh over a password

- “wait THE BETTY?"

- Cheryl looks so good

- Find meaning in his death… girl didn’t you not care that your husband killed your son over the illegal maple stuff I forgot the plot but it was something illegal and dumb

- “drain the vein” …...

- Reggie helping muah

- Why is Archie acting like an ass? like sure he doesn’t know that Chad is abusive and toxic but c’mon fucker you cheated on her and never apologized and you don’t even wanna be with her in the first place so why are you acting like you’re personally hurt sit down

- God Archie really hates Veronica huh… I don’t even blame him considering the shit she’s brought him into time and time again.

- Jughead was kicked like maybe five times yet he was fine falling out of a two story window and the serpent imitation but now he needs antibiotics..? plot convenience!

- literally don’t remember anything about Doc tbh or him talking to Donna and Bret like—

- ever since Negan people are obsessed with bats with barbed wire.

- also! yes please kill Hiram <3 I know they end up saving him bc of the opal but c'mon

- they searched basically nothing for five seconds wow such great detective work you guys!

- we know you just want his manuscript Jessica

- Cheryl with her rainbow skirt how cute!

- “daddykins” girl you’re like 25

- Veronica acting like she cares about Hiram fjsadhkfhas these guys thinking that they’d kill Hiram even though they need him lol

- bad bitch Ronnie we love her even though she’s gonna have to save her father to save others and get her opal </3

- not Veronica calling Archie first and not Kevin considering Kevin’s dad is there…. this is the pandering va fan service bs we have bc it makes no sense and it’s so forced

- Fangs knowing Archie rides with tools in his truck mmhm that’s a little sus idk how but archiefangs agenda coming through!

- no one would actually believe that Jessica ashkjdfsj and they take this bait…??? you gotta be joking lmao

- Jug got to help doc this time 🥺😭

- …. tell me why when he said boyfriend I immediately thought of Reggie I hate myself for wishing fahsdjkfsafj

- okay as cheesy and corny and awful the fight scene is since they posted a clip of it, them working together is so refreshing and nice we love leader!Veronica bc she’s so good at it. but the show only cares for Betty which is funny since she’s an awful detective fbahsdjfj

- my god enough with Jason’s body!!!!!!!!! you burned his body please let him stay dead let his body rest

- okay but the back and forth from Betty and Jessica is so good like I wish we could get that kind of rivalry drama type stuff all the time. too bad they refuse to let Veronica act like a normal person and get angry at being cheated on and such :/ when will Veronica slap the fuck out of Betty

- he’s not a blameless victim but Betty take responsibility for how awful a person you are PLEASE

- THE VOICEMAILLLLLLL Jughead only speaks the truth! it’s weird that he only realized what we all knew about Betty after but whatever, finally he gets upset like damn. also jeronica crumb he’s the only one to ever include Veronica smh ALSO Cole acted the fuck outta this voice mail muah

- the way Betty just sits there uncaring… she really is a freak huh god when will someone punch her in the face and take her ego down a million notches she’s so annoying

- “that’s darkness.” …?? what?

- the way bh’s relationship parallels jughead’s with Jessica though. the unhealthy habits, the bad energy, etc. except Jessica left it and Betty didn’t and it turned Betty into whatever the fuck this is. I miss s1 Betty :/

- so when will they sue Jessica for drugging them? mmhm probably never

- poor Tabitha being the only one who cares about jughead tho

- oh no I forgot there was a random musical number…

- you’re gonna have Betty and Tabitha act like THAT and not put them together so rude

- when will Cheryl be free from her mom. is was like turned on by abuse or something sigh why do the toxic (and most boring!) parents get plots and screen time and everyone else doesn’t...

- Veronica would be able to do Moree than pepper spray but whatever only Betty is allowed be “badass"

- fangs being fangs ugh so sexy my babyyyyy

- Trevor Stines is so attractive it’s a shame they only bring him back for five seconds to traumatize Cheryl over and over again though </3

- wow varchie in a pop’s booth what season is this again??

- god it’s so upsetting how amazing varchie would have been as just friends…

- the way he smiled at Veronica was so contradicting to the blank, “please don’t” expression when she was telling him she was gonna get divorced as fast as possible. why can’t he just admit he doesn’t want to be with her!!!!!! my god they’ve put off barchie long enough just let them be together so their characters can finally act in character and stop being so awful and annoying

- “this cause” what cause you fucking weirdo

- not Hiram threatening the mayor he could literally be your downfall if we had good writers fjasdkjfasf

- jughead how would you have killed him with a small wooden basket

- I like doc so much but I know we’ll never see him again until we randomly need him seasons from noow

- Betty wasn’t hit by the drugs until after the message though… how would she not remember? it didn’t seem to be doing anything to Betty until the bunker

- hopefully since they’re friends now Tabitha can make Betty act like a decent human being <3

- the way Tabitha looked at Betty please stop doing this to me...

- maybe we can finish that dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jabitha rising bughead dying we love to see it!

wow that episode felt like it was two hours long but thankfully I finally finished it… don’t have many actual thoughts but anyways hope you enjoyed my live blog of my thoughts!

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Mädchen Amick teases Riverdale directorial debut, and what she learned from David Lynch

Mädchen Amick wasn't planning to direct the Riverdale season 4 finale. But when the coronavirus pandemic halted production across the world, her directorial debut on the CW series moved into the coveted spot.

"You want it to be exciting and climactic and really building its energy, so I wanted to honor that," the actress tells EW of her fateful episode. "There was a little extra pressure."

Amick has been directing since 2015, beginning with one of her daughter Mina Tobias' music videos. And while Riverdale has kept her busy playing Alice Cooper, the uptight, haunted mother of Betty (Lili Reinhart), since 2017, she has long dreamed of stepping behind the camera as well.

She finally got her shot for "Killing Mr. Honey," which was originally intended as the 19th installment of the 22-episode season. Now it will have to stand as the conclusion — and Amick warns that it ends on a cliffhanger.

In the photos above and below, EW has an exclusive behind-the-scenes look at Amick's directing days on Riverdale. And ahead of the episode's May 6 airing, we called up Amick to discuss her experiences calling the shots, what it was like pulling double duty, and how working with David Lynch early in her career inspired her as an auteur.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: How long have you had an itch to direct, and how did this episode come about?

MÄDCHEN AMICK: I moved to L.A. at 16, and got Twin Peaks at 17. I would say around my mid-20s, I had it in the back of my mind that I wanted to be more than just an actress and be a storyteller, but so many things in my career made me busy and made me feel like, "Oh, I don’t have time to step behind the camera. I have to keep busy and focused on staying in front of the camera." This was in the mid-'90s, and there were a few female directors — one in particular was Diane Keaton on the original Twin Peaks — that showed me there are women doing this, but [now] there’s a little bit of this movement to get more diversity behind the camera that I benefitted from. I have to give credit to my husband and my daughter. She asked me to direct her music video, and I was honored and jumped right in. I’ve done a few music videos. I’ve directed and produced a docuseries pilot. At the beginning of Riverdale when I did that first thing, I’d started asking around and asking [creator Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa] and [producers] Sarah Schechter and Greg Berlanti. I said, "Hey, guys, I really would love to direct an episode." They were super-supportive and excited. So it was this season that Roberto said, "You want to direct this season?" And I was like, "Yes!"

Riverdale has a very specific, highly stylized aesthetic. Did that make directing easier or harder, especially when it comes to putting your own stamp on the episode?

It was easy for me. I know the show so well, inside and out. I really enjoy the storytelling and the filmmaking part of it. So I know what Roberto likes, as far as the way he likes the story to be told and unfold. That was a great template that was already in place, and I wanted to honor that. Then, I just wanted to elevate it as much as I could and get as strong as performances out of all my fellow actors, which they were great and supportive. And just push the visual boundaries as much as possible. Presenting new ways to shoot scenes, but still staying within the world and the visual look to it, and just hoping that Roberto loved it.

I remember Roberto and I had a conversation: It might’ve been season 2 or season 3, but there was an episode and he said it didn’t feel very inspired. That really gave me an insight into [that] he really wants directors to come on board and love the show and be excited about the show, and then bring an inspirational take to it. That made me feel I had a little bit of freedom to run with it, and he didn’t want a cookie cutter, just make everything the same. It was nice to hear he wanted something that was inspired.

When you directed the episode, it wasn’t meant to be the season finale, but now it is. Is that exciting? Nerve-racking?

Since it's [episode] 19 of 22, you are getting to the end, so there’s usually a lot of climactic things happening. That’s a lot of responsibility, just because I want to get it right. I know we’re getting toward the end, and those last few are really important to start tying up loose ends or building to a cliffhanger. You want it to be exciting and climactic and really building its energy, so I wanted to honor that. There was a little extra pressure.

Did it lead to any last-minute adjustments or changes in the storytelling?

The episode that I shot was the last episode that we completed as far as filming. We were halfway through 20 when production stopped, so I was editing when production stopped. At that point, we didn’t really know that the season would be done. It was a little bit of a holding pattern of, "Are we just pausing and we’ll get back to it, or will our season end a little short?" Now knowing my episode will serve as the finale for this season, obviously we’ll pick up back up next season. They’ll have to adjust some storytelling with what they had planned at the end of this season. As far as my episode, it pretty much stayed intact the way it was written. There was a new layer that came into the story that now serves as an interesting cliffhanger.

You also appear as Alice throughout the episode. What was it like having to pull double duty?

I’m not gonna lie, it was a huge challenge. My brain was so much behind the camera that it was hard for me to switch over to being in character. I could easily slip into Alice, but I could not remember my lines, and I’m usually really good at that. I was really struggling. In one scene in particular, there’s a big confrontation that Alice has with Mr. Honey and she drives the whole scene with all of the parents, and I could not remember it, to the point where my fellow actors were whispering the lines to me to try to help me get through it. Man, it was rough. I know I’ll continue to get better with that with practice, but my brain was not in that space at all. I was full-on thinking of shots and directing my other actors, so it was a big challenge.

This episode is going to have to hold us over for a while; what can you tease about it? Would you say it’s a satisfactory end to the season?

The whole theme of the episode is the big confrontation between the kids and their awful Principal Honey, who’s just been tormenting them the whole season. So lots of really, really fun stuff. There’s a mixture of some fantasy of what they want to do to Mr. Honey and some reality of what ends up happening to Mr. Honey. So that’s the big tease.

The back half of the season angered so many Varchie and Bughead fans, and it doesn’t seem like the same instant regret Archie and Betty have had over previous kisses. What can you say about where those relationships and feelings are headed? Might Riverdale be exploding some of its most beloved relationships?

[Laughs] Why? Why were they upset? No, but don’t they always teeter on that? I think Roberto loves to torture the fans, quite frankly. That’s the fun dynamic, and that is what’s classic to the Archie Comics, is you have this love triangle that’s always been between Archie, Betty, Veronica, and now we’ve thrown in Jughead into the mix. It’s complicated, but we’ll see what ends up happening at the end of senior year and where relationships really go. I know the plan for the next season is we were going to jump forward in time and see where everybody had landed, but I don’t know if that’s gonna adjust now that our season changed a bit.

Both Skeet Ulrich and Marisol Nichols had announced they were leaving at the end of this season, leaving you as the only original Riverdale parent left standing. Now that filming has ended early, does that alter their plans? Will we get any hint of where F.P. and Hermione were originally headed?

As far as the episode I directed, there wasn’t really anything different happening for their characters. It was the same story line going on. But with technically three more episodes they had planned, I’m assuming they had plans. I also know Roberto really loves Skeet and Marisol, and he told me he hopes their characters can come and go from the show depending on everyone’s availability. It’s always funny whenever some of our characters die on the show, it’s like, "Oh, well that guarantees you’ll be on more often." Nobody’s ever really gone on Riverdale.

Does it feel weird to know Alice was going to be the last one left? And what might that mean for her going forward? She seems so happy with FP, it’s really sad to imagine that ending.

I know! They were finally doing good. I don’t know what Roberto has planned, but yeah, poor Alice. She’s really going to be alone now. Maybe she’ll just be ruling the town, who knows? Maybe we need to start a new campaign, Mayor Alice. Obviously not until next year, but just even thinking about coming back next season and having all my O.G. homies not around on a consistent basis, it’s definitely going to be really sad. I’m absolutely going to miss them, but I know that won’t end our friendship.

Earlier in the season, we had evidence Chic and Charles are working together. Will we see any answers there, and what might it mean for Alice to discover her long-lost son has betrayed her once again?

We hadn’t gotten into that for my episode. I think that was in the next few, so she hasn’t experienced the betrayal yet. I know she’s really resilient, but there’s been a lot of betrayal in this woman’s life. I think Alice is going to need some therapy next season.

And not of the Farm variety.

Real, good old-fashioned traditional therapy.

We were setting up for high school graduation to round out this season, and the characters going off to college or other futures. Will we ever get some taste of graduation, and have you any hint of where the kids will end up next year?

No, I don’t. I know the idea was we were going to jump forward in time a little bit to see what they had done. I’m assuming something brings them back to the town of Riverdale.

Can you point to moment or visual choice that you felt defined your identity or artistic choices?

Jughead and Betty have a fantasy going about what they would do to Mr. Honey, and so Betty’s revenge fantasy inspires Jughead to write an essay for college submissions. We get to go into and reenact Jughead’s fantasies and his writing. I wanted to push the envelope in those scenes. You don’t want to go too far out of the way where you’re totally getting rid of reality, but I wanted to visually have some fun with breaking the rules of what you’re supposed to do with shots and how you edit them together. Jughead is all about classic storytelling, so my inspiration was Alfred Hitchcock and Citizen Kane and that kind of stuff. We did a lot of twisted shots and shots that moved in weird [ways], very Vertigo- or Citizen Kane-inspired.

How much were you influenced by the visual artistry of working with David Lynch so early in your career?

He was my mentor from the very beginning. I didn’t really know too much about filmmaking until I worked on Twin Peaks with him. He showed me you think outside the box and do things that feel and look right to you. It wasn’t until I went into the business after Twin Peaks that I realized how different and what an innovator he was. That’s always been in there as my base, to just not be afraid of taking risks. He sent me a really beautiful email my first day of directing, and just reminding me to make sure I did every single thing I want in every single shot, and to have fun.

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Did you see JOHN MARSTON from RED DEAD REDEMPTION walking around Limbo? The CISMALE looks like SKEET ULRICH, and is FIFTY ONE years old. I’ve heard he can be LOYAL & RESOURCEFUL but also SHORT-SIGHTED & IMPULSIVE. When I think of them I think of FACIAL SCARS, A RELUCTANT GUNSLINGER, AND A WOLF STALKING ITS PREY. They’ve been here WITH their memories as a DETECTIVE at LCPD for THIRTEEN YEARS. I heard they’re still trying to figure out how they ended up in Limbo.

so, a quick rundown for anyone unfamiliar with the character, then a brief summary of that rundown, some stuff about his new life, then some little tidbit bullet points. spoilers for rdr 1&2, in case anyone hasn’t played them yet and wants to.

Born south of Chicago in 1873, his father was blinded in a bar fight when he was a child and died later when he was eight. His mother was a prostitute that died giving birth to him.

John killed a man at 11 years old, though he said it wasn’t his fault. A year later he was caught stealing from homesteaders in southern Illinois and they were going to hang him when a man named Dutch van der Linde intervened and took him in. John joined Dutch’s gang.

It took a long time but eventually when Dutch starts going crazy there’s only a few people who are really looking out for John, one of which is Arthur who sacrifices himself so he can run away with his wife Abigail and their son Jack to hopefully have a good, normal life.

They live on the run for a while until Abigail leaves him and John realizes he needs to settle down, so he takes out a loan with the bank to buy a plot of land and with the help of some friends, builds a house and a ranch to make Abigail come back and show her he’s committed to a peaceful life with her. That’s until Sadie, a friend that was in Dutch’s gang returns with news of finding the man, Micah, who killed Arthur and was responsible for poisoning Dutch’s mind.

After John kills Micah and gets the money from an old job that went sour, that encourages the federal government to resume the search for the remnants of Dutch’s gang, taking Abigail & Jack and forcing John to hunt down the rest of the gang if he ever wants to see them again.

John confronts Bill Williamson, his first target at an old abandoned military fort where Bill shoots him and leaves him to die outside the fort. He’s found by a woman named Bonnie McFarlane and her ranch hand Amos. After she treats his wounds and gives him room and board, he works off his debt to her at her ranch, and resumes his mission to take down Bill Williamson, Javier Esquella, and Dutch van der Linde.

It’s a long road, but eventually after completing his mission, John is reunited with Abigail and Jack, and life seemingly goes back to normal. That is, until the ranch is stormed by countless government agents. Betrayed and lied to, John tries to fight but after seeing a long time friend shot, he realizes it’s pointless and helps his wife and son to the barn so they can get a horse and make a run for it, promising he’ll be right behind them. Then, when it’s only him left, he walks through the barn doors to be relentlessly shot and killed by the dozens of government agents still standing.

if ya don’t wanna read all that, i don’t blame you lol. basically: john was an outlaw in a gang, eventually the group fell apart, his best friend died, mentor betrayed him, and he had a wife and kid to think about and protect so he tried to get out of that life and make an honest living under a false identity. that didn’t last long because federal agents eventually found him, kidnapped his wife and child, and forced him to take down the last living members of the old gang. when he finally completed his task he was supposed to be able to get back to his honest life, but they betrayed him and stormed his house, killing him after a dramatic last stand — or so he thought.

arrived in limbo completely healed up. even the deep scars he had on his face from being attacked by wolves back in the day were only faintly noticeable.

life in limbo was so far removed from anything he ever would have imagined, with all the bright lights, skyscrapers, and technology... it was a brand new world for the old gunslinger, and he was admittedly very slow to adapt.

didn’t make many new friends or have much direction early on, but there was this one woman he befriended that helped him understand the world, but the hardest thing about this new life was not having his son or his wife there with him. it took a long time for him to come to terms with the idea he might never see them again, and during that time he and his new friend had developed mutual feelings for each other. it took years, but she taught him it was okay to love again. until of course, she up and disappeared one day without a trace.

he did what he could to find her but despite some impressive detective work on his part, he never learned what happened to her. he did however, find a new calling. something he was good at. something to pass the time. so he spent the next few years working until he could become a detective --- but this time, on the “right” side of the law. 

his new favorite food is burritos, especially vending machine burritos. that’s mind-blowing to him.

truly amazed by all the technology and the internet. he’s done his best to assimilate but he’s still not very savvy with any of it. trying to video call him is like trying to facetime your grandma.

doesn’t know whether he’s captivated or embarrassed by old westerns. maybe a bit of both.

appreciates yoga pants, crop tops, and the like way more than he’ll admit.

pretty knowledgeable these days, honestly. it was difficult but he did manage to complete his education and even spends a lot of his free time reading books now.

still has all of arthur’s old belongings, and believe it or not, he still wears his hat on occasion, though he doesn’t carry his or arthur’s satchels anymore. he hopes to see arthur again someday and return his stuff to its rightful owner.

he does tend to wear gamblers hats and the like still, but he’s also integrated baseball caps into his wardrobe.

misses horse riding so fucking much.

has gotten much better at illustrating and writing, though he journals much less often these days.

still has his deadeye and has unfortunately had to use it on a few occasions.

took a shotgun blast to the leg a couple years back that completely shattered his bones, so the docs replaced it with a completely titanium leg and hip (under a skin coating of course). good ol’ 2080. he might be in better condition now than he ever was in his old life.

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Some Times (Time and Time Again) (4/8)

Disclaimer: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics. Warnings: Canon shaken not stirred, Heavy canon references to Booster Gold (2009-2011) and Blue Beetle (2016-2018) Pairings: Boostle Rating: T Synopsis: Booster Gold and the rest of the Time Masters are still straightening up things in the wake of the most recent universal Rebirth. But Rip Hunter is still missing in the aftermath, leaving Booster in charge with Skeets, Michelle, and Rani. But there’s a distraction for Booster, one he can’t keep himself from ignoring.

Ted Kord, miraculously, is still alive. And that makes everything more complicated than Michael could have ever imagined.

A/N: Haha! How’s that for an improved rate for chapter turn arounds! I don’t know if I can manage it weekly, but boy wouldn’t that be nice. All things considering. 

And lovely and well deserved thanks to @mcbangle, @shibascarf, @secretlystephaniebrown, AlreadyThere, and Schwoo99 for your lovely feedback and support! It’s greatly appreciated.

Booster Gold

It was already a hell of a day by the time Booster finds himself racing throughout the busted up laboratory in search for Rani. He is in an all around bad mood, conflicted and somewhat wounded with old pains and traumas licking at his heels thanks to the conversation with Ted.

Then Rani — sweet, terrified, all his fault Rani — is gone. And there’s only an open wormhole leftover in the cabinet to clue him into what’s going on.

Using the Legionnaire flight ring, Booster kicks off the ground and zips back to where Michelle is standing by the lab command center. She’s looking a little shellshocked but Booster absolutely does not have time for that.

“She’s gone!” he yells at his sister instead. “She’s teleported out, but why!?” When that fails to draw Michelle’s attention, Booster comes to a hovering stop by her and stares in disbelief. “Michelle!” he snaps in imitation. “Are you listening!?”

Without turning toward him, Michelle says, “I know where she went.” Her hand draws up and points toward the chalkboard.

Not even fully listening to Michelle, Booster follows her gaze to the board and feels himself go slightly off balance. If he hadn’t been using the flight ring, he might’ve ended up on the floor sideways from the knock to his teeth.

On Rip’s meticulously kept chalkboard is a newly etched message that Booster knows for a fact was not there even earlier that day when he got back.

Ted Kord is KEY.

“What the hell?” Booster articulates first. Then, with a slight pang, he recognizes something even more pressing about the message. “Is that… is that Rip’s writing? No… Who…” he rambles out loud before glancing around the lab.

Half of him wants to accuse Rip Hunter of hiding in the shadows, of playing some kind of joke wrapped up in the 4D Chess he has been doing since he first met Booster. But there is nothing to see. There’s no one but them. Only Michael and Michelle.

Which begs another question.

“Skeets?” Booster calls out to no avail.

“Rani is looking for Rip. She sees a message from Rip. She takes the message and runs with it before thinking things through,” Michelle deduces. She then gives Booster and accusatory stare. “Wonder where she picks that up from?”

“I need to get to Ted’s, get Rani, put out any fires…” Booster lists off, already on his way to the transmat.

“Would you hold your horses?” Michelle demands. “I’ll put on my Goldstar suit and we’ll go together. I don’t like how this feels, Michael—“

“I’ve got this,” Booster doesn’t so much as argue as he is concluding the conversation.

“Jesus Christ what did I just say about running into things without thinking them through?” Michelle yells as she takes off running toward her room.

“No time for thinking!” Booster yells back, already beginning to transport. “The multiverse is colliding together because my daughter and my best friend are meeting each other!”

Michelle apparently has no comeback because rather than screaming it, Booster only hears a frustrated roar that he is far more familiar with than he should be.

In Booster’s mind, the worst case scenario is already upon him. Rani, freaking out and distressed, huddled in a corner while Ted, freaking out and distressed, is calling up whatever passes for social services among the Justice League. Someone will ask questions, take records, and Rani is suddenly on the map for some sort of time traveling ne’er-do-well to get at Booster if they want to. And he’ll lose Rani out of the great wide nothing just like he lost Rip—

Booster does his best to turn the alarms in his brain from an eleven to about a nine and thinks what complications this means for him and Ted.

Things are already complicated, Booster was hoping to go over some script or something with Michelle before hanging out with Ted again. How many things can he share? How much can Ted even be expected to believe? And how in the world is Ted going to forgive him for being a different person without any of the years and years of context that is suddenly missing between them?

How can Booster resist his instinct to constantly screw things up with the two people, at the moment, he cares about the most in terms of not getting screwed over?

It seems like a tall order, and before he touches foot in Ted’s lab again, he’s certain there’s a mix of these two things that will be his worst case scenario.

That is, until the reality smacks him in the face with a whole lot worse.

Black Beetle — his seemingly nameless and faceless enemy throughout the time stream — is standing in Ted’s laboratory. And worse yet, he is doing so with a gun much more serious than Ted’s old BB gun, right at Ted’s head. And Ted, for his part, seems genuinely stunned.

“Ted Kord,” Black Beetle snarls, “you must die!”

“NO!” Booster screams, the sound ripping through his throat from the core of his being.

He’s in the air and barreling toward Black Beetle before it even registers that Ted has leaped into action, grabbing Rani and rolling behind the desk. It’s a close call and Booster can only begin to thank his stars that Ted really is the Ted of his memories, but there’s not time to dwell.

“Get the hell away from them!” Booster roars as he connects his forcefield protected knuckles with the side of Black Beetle’s armored head.

Even with his field up, Booster feels the hit in the bones of his fist. There’s something harder to Black Beetle than the last time they fought. Which, Booster has to admit to himself, is not a good sign for him.

“Booster Gold,” Black Beetle snaps angrily, catching the second fist Booster throws at him. “I am surprised by your resilience.”

“By now you really shouldn’t be,” Booster growls back. He aims for the unarmored mouth on Black Beetle only to be caught a second time.

“After our last Beetle adventures, I had thought you had your fill of failing to save your friend from death,” Black Beetle hisses. Then, without warning, his head comes jutting forward, breaking through the field around Booster’s body with speed and precision to land a perfect headbutt for Booster’s nose. “But apparently your masochism is greater than that of the average fool.”

Dazed, Booster backs away with his hands released and instinctively reaches for his nose. Definitely broken, definitely gushing blood — but he doesn’t have the time for it because Black Beetle is already coming back at him.

Gritting his teeth, Booster directs the field shields to his left side and successfully deflects the incoming right hook. It gives him enough time to spit out a mouthful of blood and course correct. He needs some distance, maybe use a concussive blast to further to swing it.

He doesn’t get the time or the distance, however, as the Black Beetle armor produces a clawing arm-like extension which grabs Booster at the waist and clamps down, hard.

“Booster!” Ted yells.

“Mikey!” Rani screeches.

A quick panic tears its way through Booster and he glances wildly in the direction of the two voices. His fingers are still grappling with the claws of Black Beetle but his attention is fully on Ted and Rani — they are too close to all of this! Booster has to get Black Beetle away from them and do it fast.

“Stay down! Both of you!” Booster yells at them just before Black Beetle slams him headlong into the Bug.

“I have lost my patience for your persistent meddling!” Black Beetle snarls. “I will set all things right today! I will see to it that any anomalies for the time stream are destroyed! And I will enjoy listening to your pathetic screams as you know that you still are powerless to do a thing!”

Booster has literal stars in his vision once the dark clad time traveler drops him on the ground. His neck aches and he can feel the wheeze of air pushing back into his lungs. He knows he has to get back up, though, or else someone is going to do something stupid.

“I’ve had about enough of this!” Ted growls.

“Oh, no,” Booster says, smacking himself in the head to try to clear his vision quicker.

“Sir!” Skeets buzzes in front of him.

“Skeets! Save Ted! Rani! Anyone! Fuck!” Booster orders, pushing to his feet and seeing where Ted was.

Ted has already slid over the top of his desk, goggles on and pulled out some sort of large canon looking device with a fanned out disk at its front. When Black Beetle immediately shoots for the in-the-open Ted, the reply is given in kind by the strange device which showered the entire room with an immense white light.

“Solar gun kinetic converter!” Ted preens, even as the blowback sends him to the ground. He coughs. “Has a kick, but anything you throw at me, this baby will convert into a concussive blast and hit brighter!”

Booster smirks and pushes off from the ground in order to boost his launch speed as he hurled himself at Black Beetle.

The light flash from Ted’s machine has put the Black Beetle off balance enough for Booster to throw himself into and shove the man out toward the door and into the hall, out the tenth floor window.

As soon as Black Beetle crashes through the glass, Booster firmly digs his heels into the ground and skids to a halt just short of heading out himself. He releases a long sigh of relief as he actually does seem to have gotten ahead.

Unfortunately, Black Beetle’s armor seems to remember it has flight capabilities much faster than Booster did.

“Damn it,” Booster hisses, looking over his shoulder and realizing that Ted is rushing his way and Rani has crawled out from under Ted’s desk to get a better look. “Skeets! Get her down!”

The tiny robot is quick to listen, and Booster barking orders at all seems to make Ted take pause, but not before the shadow of Black Beetle hovering outside eclipses them both.

Booster locks eyes with Ted and feels that ever present twinge of guilt and horror that has lived with him for nearly five years at this point.

“Ted! Down!” Booster yells.

But it isn’t like before. There is action that Booster can take.

Thinking on his feet, Booster projects his forcefield onto Ted. It encloses the semi-retired Blue Beetle in an oval dome before moving along with Booster as they flew toward the laboratory.

“Are you going to explain anything that’s happening to me?” Ted demands as they land in relative safety from their attacker.

“Later over beer if we make it,” Booster promises wearily.

For a brief moment, Ted looks in Booster’s direction. He’s only nodding along to Booster’s words and yet, as he does so, Booster sees a trust and security from Ted that warms something deep inside of him. It’s been so long since they were doing this, side by side, both in the exact same moment.

Both trusting each other because… as long as they’re Blue and Gold they’re bound to win. Somehow. Some ridiculous fashion.

It’s all Booster can do to take a breath and feel confident that it’s going to be okay.

Just before he loses Ted’s gaze. Ted’s looking back in the direction of Black Beetle and his body immediately seizes in tension.

“Round Three!” Ted yells in warning.

Booster raises his guard and steels himself, but he already knows his main objective.

Skeets has Rani. Booster has Ted guarded with every ounce of reserve power his suit has.

Whatever comes next is going to hurt.

Black Beetle flies at Booster like a bat out of hell, crashing into him and the Bug once more. The metal surface crushes in around Booster as a result of the impact. Booster feels the air pushed out of his lungs but he refuses to think about it, instead punching as much as he can right for Black Beetle’s big dumb jaw.

Some hits land, but the momentum is working against Booster as he feels a pop in his shoulder against the grinding metal of the bug.

“You have no concept of the danger you’re in!” Black Beetle snarls, grabbing Booster’s shoulders and flying with him to the floor.

They crash into the cement, Booster first yet again, but this time Booster can get a footing. He kicks off the pavement and plants his feet right for Black Beetle’s crotch.

Even armored, the villain juts away on instinct, which gives Booster time use a concussive blast. He can only lift his left arm, but it’s enough to give space between them.

It’s not enough. Black Beetle is ready to go before Booster’s even caught his breath.

Fortunately, there is a boom followed by the cracking and folding of metal all around them.

Booster lifts up his head to get a good view as Michelle uses her magnetic fields to crush what’s left of the Bug and the surrounding loose metal and bring it down on the Beetle’s head.

“Get away from my brother!” she yells.

Taken by surprise, Beetle is brought down, the crushing weight growing the longer Michelle levies her magnetism on him. “Damn you, Carters, no!” he roars, reaching with his loosest hand toward the chest piece of his suit. “This is not over!”

With a similar BOOM and spectacle, the Beetle is gone, and all the metal and electronics in the area around him fall in a heap to the ground.

“Heard… that before,” Booster musters, pushing to his feet. His ankle twists in a wrong way and he collides with the floor. His unresponsive arm does nothing to brace for the fall.

“Michael!” Michelle yells.

“Booster!” Ted yells right along with her.

And just before he passes out, Booster thinks how unexpected and wonderful it feels to hear both of their voices at once.  

[theangrypokemaniac]

Sex dungeon? Pfft. That's all I ever hear!

That's just a nice, normal, entirely respectable torture chamber partly converted into Pa James's home gym.

Only partly converted you understand, as more would ruin the period detail, and Ma and Pa are very keen on period detail.

What's the matter with you lot? Don't the mansions where you live have rooms ringing with the screams of ages past?

And you call yerselves a civilisation.

If I visited an estate and it didn't have a similar subterranean spot, then that's when I'd worry. Obviously the owner must be up to something.

Where's the sex in that dungeon? Which object supplies the sex and, if removed, would cleanse it of the sex?

It's time for T.A.P.'s Tour:

1. Applicable Dartboard

Yeah, you could have separate targets for different projectiles, but why waste the space when one will do the job of many?

Darts, arrows, axes, spears, knives, bullets, severed heads, this baby takes 'em.

I suppose you want you know why the figure is so big. Well there are many theories.

A. What's the use in it being life size? There's no fun there. It'd barely cover the bullseye.

B. It's a dungeon! It's got to at least have an imposing atmosphere.

You don't want prisoners pointing and laughing at your stuff when it's intended to be a place of terror.

C. Pa was getting sick to the back teeth of poachers pilfering his coy 'Karp, so he set about shooting the chancers.

He wanted James to be as vigilant, so started passing on his skills once the boy progressed from 'skeet', and you need a large target for a beginner.

That arrow to the kidneys was James's final shot before he was off.

Pa looks on it with pride frequently, wiping away a manly tear.

D. When you buy a photo frame there will sometimes be a staged picture inside, to give you an idea of your own images on display.

It'll be a glamorous beach scene of a laughing family, because they ain't selling you the frame, they're selling you the dream.

It's the same with massive dartboards. Helping you imagine victims affixed to it adds to its appeal.

Pa leaving it there is the equivalent of not unwrapping the cellophane. He wants it in mint condition for when James comes home.

Conversely, rumour has it that it's no mannequin, but rather a preserved corpse.

Not dummy, but mummy.

A. I'll have you know that's not any old mummy. That's the brother of the King of France, A.K.A. The Man In The Iron Mask.

When he died of 'natural causes' (no polyester to an arrow) they couldn't just sling him in a pauper's grave. He's a prince, man!

Nor could he be admitted to the royal crypt, not when he does not officially exist.

Obviously the only alternative was to strap him to a target, bandaged excessively for fear any ghoulish snooper may learn the truth.

This came into Pa's hands via auction, and he didn't like to ask questions.

B. People who hunt mount their prey on the walls, and Pa is no exception.

Ma wouldn't have it in the drawing room, and it can't go in the attic as that's where the servants live.

Pa don't shoot animals, only woodwosies.

C. It was handed down from Pa Pa James, and his pa before him, and his pa before that.

Who it actually is therefore lost to the mists of time.

Maybe Pa ought to have dumped it by now, but passing it to the heir is tradition.

And tradition is what separates us from the monkeys.

D. Ma was a very desirable maiden, and back when Pa was a-courting, he had a rival, worryingly preferred by Ma Ma James and Pa Ma James, but not Ma, thank God.

She knew he was a wrong 'un. Wonky eye you see.

Luckily he disappeared in... mysterious circumstances, leaving the path to True Love uncluttered.

That's what you get if you try to snatch Ma's hand in marriage!

2. Viewing Gallery

The outer building is eighteenth century, but the bones of the abode date back far further, hence the somewhat mediæval millieu.

From the Good Old Days when the Norman baron looked down cackling as impudent Saxon serfs were taught a thing or two.

3. Bench

Pa is broader than his son, and he owes it all to his daily weight-lifting routine on this rather Spartan apparatus.

4. Crate

You can't have weights piled up in view. It makes the place look untidy.

Also: stubbed toes.

This is where Pa keeps his neatly stacked, alongside dartboard ammunition and his silky boxing gear.

5. Punch Bag

Ever since those quivering ninnies in Westminster banned the perfectly harmless past time of duelling to the death, gentlemen have needed to find other solutions to disagreements.

Boxing is the ideal replacement. It's a proud day when a lad is first asked to 'step outside' for he and his opponent to 'settle things like men'.

Care of course must be taken that ladies are not present, for they will become overexcited by the spectacle, and may even join the frey.

This is to be discouraged, for blunt objects will then be introduced, as that's how it is with them.

This explains why girly sports (rounders, hockey and lacrosse) feature implements, because girls like to get hold of something, and girls fight dirtily.

6. Thing

7. Wide Viewing Gallery

You couldn't see much action from that angle, so I expect this is a storage region, to where certain features such as the iron maiden were moved to accommodate Pa's gym equipment.

8. Mighty Flail

Inheritance: it's not all glamour.

Along with the Old Bastard's Old Masters and the tax bill, you'll end up with sweet pieces of warfare from your long bloodline of warriors.

I'm sure there's a very humorous story about the skulls this cracked during the Hundred Years War.

9. Other Punch Bags

They're not small, they're just far away.

Hey, you'd be soft, saggy and misshapen if you got whacked in the face every day.

A boxing man needs replacements at hand when his old bag is worn out from all that hard lovin'.

10. Pendulum Axe

Another proud weapon from the Glory Days. Can also be utilised to sway menacingly over shackled inmates for a classic lingering death.

Portable variants are also available.

11. Ramp

Pa can't be seen running outside by his inferiors, as he'd lose their trembling respect.

He thus confines his cross-country pursuits to racing up, down and across this metal contraption.

Not sure why it has teeth.

12. Vault

The bane of every childhood. Who hasn't been forced to scale it's suede dome at one point?

Those spare parts aren't big enough to fit the base, but number one is already in place.

It's driving me mad with confusion!

A jumping man awakens primæval twinges in Woman.

He shall father the children.

Tackling a stile demeans every fool who tries. Were you instead to leap over its devilish design, you would gain the admiration of all dwelling within fifteen miles.

Pa has mastered the skill, and having honed it through dedicated practice, can now back flip on to the mantlepiece.

13. Kitchen Roll

Paper towels are invaluable to a household for their way with spillages.

Pa wipes his hot brow before his post-workout bath, and lays a few sheets across his lap when enjoying a ploughman's lunch to avoid grease on his trousers.

14. Wipe-Clean Chaise Longue

A rest between exercises is vital to prevent strain.

I note there appears to be an inbuilt lamp, so unusually for furniture it's plugged in to the mains, even if it shines on the feet part.

Its presence gives me the idea that Pa may also use this unlikely space as a study.

Not his main study, but it's good to have everything at hand.

When he wishes to get away from it all, a working-class man of a certain vintage goes to The Shed.

Pa can't do that, for 'tis beneath him.

Not only does his shed contain the head gardener, but it resembles Brighton Pavilion.

A true hermit's shed must be a depressing, dilapidated sight to evoke the nobly pathetic state of the fella within.

When he wishes to get away from it all, a younger, richer, gadget-fixated, rather emasculated man goes to the 'man cave'.

Pa can't do that either, because he's not a berk.

Ma and Pa always planned that once James and Jessibelle were wed, they'd come over on certain evenings.

After puddings the Ladies would fall into chatter about Ladies' Things such as lace doilies, kittens in bonnets and various models of corsetry.

The Men meanwhile would withdraw for billiards and discussion of Men's Things such as the stock market, Stevenson's Rocket and Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

Well that didn't come to pass. Jessibelle still visits, but you can't make a four for bridge with only three.

With whom is Pa meant to converse in that situation?

No billiards!

Being around the girls just reminds him of James's absence, so he goes for a lie down, with all amenities on tap.

Top bombing!

15. Another Crate

Proximity to the aforesaid suggests to me that this is where Pa keeps his tastiest treats for when he's confined down here, such as Wagon Wheels, Jammy Dodgers, Party Rings and Milky Ways.

How about Cream Eggs?

Oh no. Cream Eggs are forbidden.

16. Don't Know

No. Still don't know.

Is it meant to be that way up?

What are the ridges for, and the raised part, and the control panel?

Hang on, wasn't there a treadmill? What happened to that?

Is it evil, so becomes an inanimate purple werewolf treadmill when exposed to people?

It's the only explanation.

17. Oil Barrels

Specifically paraffin. It's not going to be crude oil is it now?

I'm judging by the chandelier that it's been converted to take candle-shaped light bulbs, so electricity runs through most of the house.

Not the dungeon. They don't want it all lit and cosy when enemies require intimidating. What kind of wet, touchy-feely behaviour do you expect?

Dark is the only language they understand.

However, some light is necessary for gloaters and employed torturers to go about their business, as well as in case of power cuts, and here is the fuel for antique lamps.

18. Wrecking Ball

Public school boys are infamous for their mischievous ways, and Pa was no exception.

There was nothing he liked better than sticking a bobble hat on a statue or frightening his housemaster with a rubber spider.

This he stole from a builder's yard. Ma feels it doesn't really fit the setting, but Pa wanted to make his mark on the family torture chamber.

As he told her, you can never have too many tools of pain, just in case.

19. Fold-Up Ping-Pong Table

Not been full length much since Pa lost James as a competitor.

He tries to persuade Ma to have a game, but she only glares at him, asking if that's the best thing he can think for them to do together.

Pa consequently forgets about ping pong.

Works every time.

20. Climbing Frame

Women also love a climbing man. If you can scale a wall, you'll never want in that department.

There's no scrape that can't be improved or even completely conquered with a bit of climbing.

I mean, just consider:

How else are yer gonna re-adjust the satellite dish for bloody Cup Final?

...

I trust I have now cleared Ma and Pa of these foul calumnies.

The real question is what's illuminating the room.

Remember the candlestick on the table upstairs?

It's the same one Jessibelle's got.

They thought of everything!

Yet when they arrive she hasn't got it anymore!

What happened to the candlestick?

She must've left on an unseen shelf, knowing the torture chamber would provide sufficiently.

Oh no, you've left the lights on! You'll kick yourself when the bill arrives!

Sure enough, the dungeon is so bright it blinds Jessie and Meowth to what awaits.

But there's no bloody light source in there!

[baby-alien11]

Dinner with the Ulrich family (Y/N Ulrich universe)

My requests are open btw (unfortunately for many of you, I won't write smut for Jack for the simple fact that I'm three soon to be four years older than him and I would be uncomfortable writting that for him, there are enough people sexualising him on tik tok which is wrong because he turned eighteen like a few months ago)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver

Lately, things have been bussy in Jack's life because of the new fame he gainned for Avatar and Scream VI, making him a little tired because of the interviews and next projects to film, so in a week when he didn't had any compromises he decided to spend a day with you in your house (of course after going to the gym), and Butters was also there

During most part of the day, the two of you spend time in your room watching movies and sleeping, with Butters and baby dragon Jake between you to, the only times when both of you leave the bedroom was to go to the bathroom or to eat when Skeet called you

That was until the middle of "Hamilton", when Skeet openned the door, with the sight of the two of you laying in your bed with Butters sleeping in one of your pillows

"Kids, time to get up", Skeet said turning the lights on, "Dinner's ready"

"Can we go when we reach the final of the first act?", you asked with sweetness, "It's only one song left"

"You can finish it later", Skeet responded, "Come on, the food is going to get cold"

Sighing in defeat, you and Jack got up from your bed to walk downstairs with Butters following close

At first you only were expecting a small dinner between you, your dad, Jack (and Butters), so you were surprised and happy to see two blond heads in the dinning room

"What are you doing here?", you smiled hugging your older siblings

"Dad said he needed help with the two tornados in his house", Naiia joked

"The champ!", Jakob exclaimed hugging Jack

"Hey man", Jack answered with a smile

After setting the table with the plates and drinks for everyone and serving Butters food, the five of you sit at the table to eat the chinese food that the twins had bought

"So, how was everyones day?", Jakob asked

"Surprisingly, chill", Skeet responded causing you and Jack to look at him with offense

"Wait, the two tornados haven't done a dissaster?", Naiia said in shock

"Today they are chill, so I got to talk with my agent about going to the MEGACON with a little Scream reunion", Skeet revealed causing big smiles on everyone

"That's awesome", Jack exclaimed

"Who's going?", you asked

"Neve, Matthew and Jamie", Skeet answered

"The OG's", Jakob joked, "So, I have a question about that, is Stu really dead?"

"Jack", you said turning to look at your boyfriend, "Ethan also had a TV falling into his head, what do you think about Stu's fate?"

"If Ethan is dead after that, also Stu", Jack shrugged

"Yeah, but Ethan was stabbed like a million times, Stu not so much", Naiia replied, "He could be alive, with scars and in a mental facility"

"Just like in the Tik Tok theories", you exclaimed

"What if we call uncle Matthew and ask him?", Skeet interrupted taking out his phone

Putting the phone on speaker, it was only a few seconds of the ringtone when he answered

"What's up Skeet?", Matthew greeted from the other side

"Hey man", Skeet greeted, "My kids want to ask you something"

"Hi, uncle Matthew", you speak due to being the "baby" of the family, "We were having a debate about the first Scream, is Stu alive?"

Instead of an answer, the only thing that was heard after the question was the sound of the call ending

"He hang up on us", Naiia pointed

"So rude", Jakob commented, "Anyways, Jack, how's everything?"

"Crazy", Jack admited with honesty, "That's the word to describe everything that is happening"

"Including the Ethan defenders?", you joked feeling how Butters jumped into your lap, "He was at econ, I know, trust me"

"That is actually fun", Jack laughed

"Believe me kid, you are going to have a lot of that", Skeet joked

"Yeah, it's not cool to see thirst traps of Billy Loomis in my for you page", Naiia murmured

"Oh my god, I thought I was the only one", you sighed

"What?", Skeet exclaimed in confusion

"It's for the scream tag", Jakob explained

"There a lot of videos dedicated to every character", Jack continued, "Including the theories, rankings and so much more"

"Welcome to Gen-Z, dad", Naiia joked

While the four of you laughed at that comment, Skeet only smiled at the sight of his four kids (including Jack) having fun

[lovedinapastlife]

Riverdale React s3e6: Manhunter

Cult recruitment in class and masturbation as an alibi. Only on Riverdale.

First of all, Jughead and Betty look like Archie just told them he’s gonna use their bunker to bang Veronica. Do you see that consternated sweat and her far-off look? Wow. Serious business.

So of course Sheriff Minetta doesn’t go to the person he KNOWS is involved because her dad saw her there (Veronica) and instead asks TWO questions of the whole class. This town’s police force. Seriously.

Reggie seems like he’s dealt with interrogations ENOUGH for one lifetime haha. Maybe him and Jug trade tips for evading abusive parents and being caught doing nefarious activities

Aw, he kissed her brain. I am WEAK. WEAK, I say!

Ooh is this the Terrible Parents Club? I think Fred Andrews and Tom Keller are the only ones who haven't done something awful to their kids like PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WITH LIES. And actual fists! Also, Sierra, why are you sitting with Mantle when your future hubs is at the bar?

Hiram’s “none of your business” was hilarious though, especially considering it’s a life or death situation directly related to him. Daryl Doiley loved Penelope and wanted to ascend? Did NOT get those vibes in the flashback, and Alice seemed to notice A LOT of people hooking up. Penelope seemed to like Sierra and macked on Fred in front of Doiley soooo yeah.

I want them to replace all the Archie flyers with the infamously bad black hood flyers. "Have you seen this man?" Serial killer lettering and extremely not useful pictures, like Archie as a baby or wearing his football helmet

What the heck is on his refrigerator? Is that pic on the bottom right Jughead EATING? Like they can’t just look over and see him doing it all the time? They can print a zoomed in photo of Hot Dog but not Betty? And is that...FP and Gladys on top even though she’s been gone forever? Someone zoom in so I don’t strain my eyes trying to make sure that Juggie was consuming something edible. Also yay for B checking on her man without being summoned

“SERPENTS DON’T SHIV SERPENTS!” God, Joaquin. It’s like an UNSPOKEN rule. Let’s pull this switchblade on you though. Pretty sure you defected to Gargoyle Gang so it’s ok. (although did anyone else hear Fangs gently shushing Joaquin that it’d be okay? my heart is broken)

Hiram’s definitely looking for the panic button to get Jughead out of his office. Or he’s already pushed it and is thinking, “WRONG LEVER, KRONK!”

Did anyone else think it was sweet that Hermione's password is always Veronica's birthday? But damn, girl, clean up your desktop! Hiram could literally name a document “SECRET EVIL PLAN” and you'd still spend five minutes scanning for it. Daughter follows daddy’s plans to jail. Ironic, no?

Betty brings a pen AND paper for her interrogation like a proper detective, unlike Jug who just brings a marker and a knife. Also Betty’s face is my face when Keller implies she should be grateful he never bothered with a real murder investigation because it’s POSSIBLE someone she knows like her mom could’ve been the murderer. This town is like 200 people total! Do your JOB, man! No wonder Hal had no qualms stealing his case files.

Wish Kevin wasn’t babysitting Archie so he could help. At least HE’S pragmatic and could assist the investigation. Was I the only one thinking, “Maybe you shouldn’t get your DNA all over a murder scene, Archibald?” But his mental capacity is about that of a teaspoon most days. Later when Fred’s standing where Archie was I felt SO BAD. Think of your daddy, Archie! Think of Vegas! They want to go with you! Tom + Kevin’s hug is so good later. Good dad moments! Hugs are good! I want more!

Joaquin! Nooooo! My Joavin plans are RUINED by this beautiful, super flawed pawn being sacrificed on the altar of storytelling. I mean, hopefully kissing Archie was worth it? RIP

Sierra and Veronica have matching cat smiles and I love it. Let’s take down the establishment!

Oh no no no nooo shadow man (in retrospect, was that FP being weird and trying to see if the lights were on in Betty’s bedroom?) LOVE the Scream throwbacks with Skeet but can we stop hugging Falice and go get the gargoyle king?! A buncha branches shouldn’t be able to run that fast!

Why does Veronica wear capes with dresses? They have no pockets. Where is your chapstick, let alone your phone? I love how it’s dark in this super expensive penthouse and Hermione and Hiram are just casually drinking in formalwear with murderers and a drug/death game about and Hermione’s like, “Hm? You were in jail? I thought you said you were going ‘out?’ WHY AM I OUT OF THE LOOP?”

Wouldn’t Polly protest Betty’s incarceration at Sisters of Quiet Mercy? And wouldn’t B know the way out anyways? Ugh the plot devices. And then to have Jughead be trying to call her as she's being taken away. How dare you, drama. I have faith in Betty and her bobby-pin picking abilities. She needs a frickin’ emancipation, as do half the kids in the show. Let’s burn Quiet Mercy down with Cheryl and Toni roasting marshmallows over the flames.

Veronica got CUPCAKES, Archie. The least he could do is show up! Oh the dramatic phone drop! That was rough. Archie’s an idiot and does not deserve such a good investigative team/support group atm. Isn't V confused that Betty didn't show up for her friend? I feel like B would be the first person besides her lawyer that she’d call after successfully snooping and to celebrate with cupcakes. I need my B+V scenes!

Looks like we’ll be getting some Jughead and Archie bro scenes instead which is like, FINE, WHATEVER, and eye roll worthy from the previews for 3x7. I’m guessing Jughead is just assuming Betty has not been abducted by murderous parents or the Gargoyle King in her investigation. It makes me mad that he endorses running away from his problems and other people. HAVE NEITHER OF YOU LEARNED THINGS? Go back to school!

I imagine the Gargoyle King poses “nude” for these art classes at Quiet Mercy. Someone send me fan art. Or don’t. I don’t know if I handle it. What do you think?

[d2diamond]

Chris/Phichit/Yuuri, Emil/Chris/Phichit, and Yakov/Lilia/Celestino 😘

Oh, dear Anon. (And I say Anon, but I know exactly who you are! 😘) I hope you forgive me for this being so late. I burned myself out with the last two asks I wrote. Hopefully, these will make up for my lack of writing. Please enjoy. You crazy, wonderful person!! 💜💜

Slow Burn: Emil/Chris/Phichit

They were three peas in a pod. The three amigos. They spent the entire summer working for the traveling carnival. From small town, too small town. County fairs to festivals. Emil, Chris, and Phichit could be found wearing their black and stripe polo shirts as they worked the game booths. Emil ran the dart throw, with prizes ranging from small tchotchkes to posters to novelty glass mirrors with brand named beers etched into them. Chris ran the skeet ball races with a plethora of plushies that hung over his head. Phichit either worked with Yuuri at the frog toss game, or he would help Chris with the races. He tried to help Emil once, but after an enthusiastic kid almost pierced his ear with a wayward dart, he kept his distance. Instead, he and Chris would laugh at Emil from the side stall where they would have fun with the people trying to win their supply of stuffed pokemon.

Although each had their BFF that they would be seen going to their designated trailer with, Yuuri with Phichit, Victor with Chris, and Michele with Emil, the three of them always seem to have the most fun when together. Phichit and Chris would taunt Emil, trying to pit their patrons against Emil’s. Placing ‘bets’ about who they thought would win the most prizes. Getting their patrons in the competitive spirit.

“Well, I have this Pikachu, and I bet this … what’s your name mon cher?”

“Tiffany?” The blond said shyly.

“I bet Tiffany can win this Pikachu before any of your people can win that Budweiser mirror,” Chris taunted.

“Really? Well, I bet that this guy,”

“Charlie,” the guy in the sleeveless shirt and a trucker hat, responded.

“I bet that Charlie can win that Budweiser mirror. Ready to win, Charlie?”

“Hell yeah, I am!”

“You ready to kick some butt, Tiffany?” Phichit asked with a laugh.

“I sure am!” Tiffany responded, giving Charlie a stare down.

“Let the battles begin!” Phichit cheered.

It would go on like this, day after day. They’d have their fun with the patrons during the daylight hours and some of the night. Then they would spend their evenings laughing, drinking and recounting the day before they went off with their BFFs to their respected trailers.

As the summer wore on, their fun banter turned into flirtatious teasing.

“Looking a little hot out there, mon beaute,” Chris called over to Phichit as he passed by, arms full of green rubber frogs freshly cleaned for the frog toss.

“Little? I’m a LOT hot!!” Phichit threw a wink and a smile over his shoulder to Chris, who blew him a kiss in return.

Chris was helping Emil in his booth, and when a dart came a little close, he pushed himself into Emil’s side for safety. For the rest of the night whenever a dart zoomed past, Chris made sure to stand just a little closer to Emil. By the end of the night, Emil would pull Chris back by his waist to keep him safe, a shy smile on his lips.

When it came time to close down the stalls for the night, they would help each other, and Phichit couldn’t help it if his hand brushed over Emil’s or giggled when Emil caught Chris from falling backward when a balloon popped all of a sudden startling the Swiss. Their flirting was noticed by everyone.

When the end of the summer finally arrived, instead of laughs or smile as they tore down their booths one final time, there were frowns, tears.

With hugs all around, they said their final goodbyes. Phichit left with Yuuri, whose sister came to pick them up as Yuuri’s apartment lived nearest. Victor had a hand on Chris’s shoulder as he escorted his friend and roommate away towards where his rental waited to take them to the bus station. Michele and Sara exchanged a knowing look as Emil silently loaded up their SUV. Ready to take them on the long drive home.

It wasn’t more than two weeks when a small group of people met up at a local Denny’s for a friendly lunch. It was there that Victor and Yuuri announced their engagement. However, with this new development, that would mean that Chris, Victor’s longtime roommate, would need a new place to live. It also meant that Phichit, who has been staying with Yuuri, would also need a new home. Especially when Mari told him that she planned on going back to Japan to help their family at the inn. Thankfully it was Michele and Sara who spoke up and suggested that perhaps the two now lone wolfs should move in with Emil.

“But… I only have a one bedroom house. Not that I wouldn’t mind the company,” Emil said with a wistful look on his face.

The others just laughed and smiled when Mari stated the obvious. “Like you would need more than one bed.”

Emil, Phichit, and Chris all smiled but didn’t argue.

Fake Dating: Chris/Phichit/Yuuri

Chris was in a bad situation. His mother was INSISTING he come home for dinner to meet this ‘lovely young lady’ she had met at her book club. This was the fourth time this month alone. No matter how many times he told her he wasn’t interested in the daughters of his mother’s gossip group, she wouldn’t hear it. All she saw was that he was still unmarried and she still didn’t have grandkids. He had vented his frustration to his circle of friends the last time they had gathered for wine and their own kind of gossip.

Imagine his surprise when he left his house for his mother’s dinner party and standing on his doorstep was both Yuuri and Phichit. Both dressed to impress, and each held their own bouquet of flowers and both slightly red in the face. Apparently, they had each had the bright idea to show up as Chris’s date and pretend to be his boyfriend, but didn’t bother to tell the other. So they both showed up at the same time. The three had a good laugh, but before a decision could be made, Chris’s mother arrived to pick him up.

In an attempt to explain why two men, dressed up, holding flowers were standing there with Chris, the three stumbled over themselves, all talking at once, in a comical way. In the end, a very confused Mrs. Giacometti was told that Yuuri AND Phichit were both Chris’s boyfriend. (Yeah, that’s it. Both)

In a very rom-com-esque way, the three had a very awkward dinner with Mrs. Giacometti, her BFF from her book group, and the poor young lady who was supposed to getting to know Chris. Needless to say, there was a lot of red faces, stumbling over explanations on how Chris ended up with TWO boyfriends, and a mother who had her doubts.

Chris thought it was done and over with after bidding his mother fare-well, with a kiss on each cheek. Except it wasn’t. Not by a long shot. She started showing up at his house at unexpected times. Asking personal questions about his ‘boyfriends’. He knew he had to act fast, so he explained what was happening to Phichit and Yuuri, and they agreed that they should hang out more at Chris’s place to help field any questions and give the illusion that No Chris was NOT available for Sunday night dinner with Mrs. So&So’s daughter.

Except, hanging out meant… hanging out. Spending time getting to know each other more. Laughing at terrible jokes, and watching a library of movies. It meant impromptu dancing in the kitchen and the slow realization that they were slowing falling in love.

Except it wasn’t a smooth transition from friends to lovers. At first Phichit and Yuuri, both realized they were falling for Chris which put them at odds. It took almost losing each other’s friendship, someone threatening to kick their ass, and an epiphany to realize that they are just as much in love with each other as they are with Chris for the three of them to finally go from fake dating to real dating.

Chris’s mother finally came to accept them when she let herself into Chris’s home one day, only to find three nearly naked men in a heavy making out session. When she could face them again, she brought a delicious cake as an apology.

Enemies to Lovers: Yakov/Lilia/Celestino

When Celestino first became a senior skater, he had the biggest crush on Russia’s Prima Ballerina, Lilia Baranovskaya. She was the epitome of beauty and grace, but unfortunately, she was also married to a snarly old man (In Celestino’s opinion) whose records in skating were still a bane to Celestino’s career.

Celestino had the opportunity to meet Lilia during Worlds of 1996. She had accompanied Yakov and his skaters that year. Yakov had a promising skater by the name of Ilia Kulik, and Celestino was determined to get Lilia’s attention. So he made Ilia his target. He had to show Lilia he was worthy of her.

With pride and his heart in his hand, he approached Lilia where she stood next to her husband. He took a deep breath and told the most prestigious ballerina in the world that his free skate was dedicated to her. He kissed her hand, and for a brief second his eyes met Yakov’s and he issued a silent challenge in a single look.

Celestino took the gold that year. Lilia noticed. So did Yakov.

Celestino kept dedicating skates to Lilia, and Yakov kept sending him death glares, but he didn’t care, because Lilia would smile. And those smiles were just for him, so he kept skating for her.

It eventually came to a head during the Grand Prix Final of 2001. Celestino planned on retiring after Worlds and Yakov had been spending most of his time training his new prodigy. A boy named Victor.

Celestino approached Lilia like he always did, except Yakov was ready this time. He tried to intervene, but it was Lilia who spoke up. She told Celestino if he could win gold she would go out on a date with him. (Yakov’s jaw hit the floor.) She explained that her husband had been ignoring her in favor of his new student, and she wanted some attention. She told Yakov if his skater won gold then Celestino had to back off. … BUT if HER student, (though technically Yakov was his coach) won gold, she got to have them both.

Lilia wore a smug smile that night as her student wore the gold medal.

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[valisi-clark]

Hi! 😁 13, 34 and 38 for the ask meme please?

Hey, honey pie! Thank you for stopping by! 

13. What talents do you have?

When I was younger, I played the piano. I was pretty good at that. 

Ummm.... what else is considered a talent? Can I start listing sexual stuff?

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Yes, I have! In fact, most of my favorite memories about my dad have to do with guns. 

Once, when I was probably about 18 or 19, one of my dad’s friends asked if he wanted to go shooting on this property that the man owned.  My dad asked if I wanted to go too. I had a lot of fun that day! The friend didn’t have any proper targets set up. We just shot at clay discs, what they call skeet shooting. We shot at other stuff too, tin cans and such.They each brought part of their gun collection, and I got to shoot every gun that I wanted to try. The only gun that I couldn’t shoot was this giant shotgun, the old school kind where everything is still steel and hardwood. I couldn’t even keep it up next to my shoulder long enough to properly aim. My dad made it look like nothing. He’s got these massive, mechanic forearms. 

After he shot it, he asked if I wanted to try again. And I said: “No, thanks. I like handguns better.” 

My dad just beamed and said: “That’s my girl!” 

That was probably one of the proudest moments of my life. No joke. I’ll never forget the way he laughed.

Another of my favorite moments with my dad was, I was down there visiting with my family, and my dad was in his recliner watching TV. I was on the couch. My dad has that type of recliner where there are pockets in arms of the chair. And suddenly, in the middle of the show he was watching, he looked at me and said: “Did I show you my new gun?” 

“No, sir.”

He reached in the pocket of his recliner, pulled out this little pistol, pointed it at the wall and said: “It’s got a laser sight on it!” Sure enough, there was a little red dot on the wall next to the TV. 

I didn’t realize how hilarious that story was until I came home and told my partner about it. He burst out into laughter, and I thought about it, and I started laughing too. My partner and I grew up in the same state, but his family isn’t as hype about guns as mine. I was raised in that culture, but I forget sometimes that not everyone is so used that type of behavior.

A couple of years ago, my dad got an AR-15 for Father’s Day. And when I saw it, I was honestly scared of it. I had been reading a lot of gun control articles, talking with friends about guns, how they felt about them. Basically, I want to educate myself. I love guns, but I understand why some people are against them. I want to see all sides of the situation. And I had been away from my own culture long enough to forget how excited my dad gets about guns and why. Also, the gun looks aggressive. It looks like an assault weapon. But it’s not really. It’s nothing compared to what the military uses. You can still kill someone with it, but that’s not what it’s actually made for. So I was a little afraid to shoot it, but I have trouble saying no when my dad offers to bond. When went out to shoot it a little bit.

When he shot it, of course he made it look like nothing. There wasn’t any recoil, but I always know not to look to my dad for a basis of how much a gun is going to kick. Under all of that cornbread and gravy, he’s pure muscle. And I was afraid of the recoil because you have to put your cheek down against the butt of the gun when you aim it to look through the sight. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hold it tight enough so I wouldn’t lose my grip and get a nice bruise on my face. So, it took me a minute, but I finally steadied myself, put my cheek down on the butt of the gun, got comfortable and pulled the trigger. And fuck if that’s not the smoothest gun I’ve ever shot in my life. My mom has a pistol that has the option to shoot shotgun shells or .45 Colt ammunition, and when I shoot that thing, I lose my balance after its fired. But with the AR-15, my upper body didn’t move an inch. It’s an excellent machine. And it’s a lot of fun to shoot once you get comfortable with it.

I don’t own a gun myself because there’s really no reason for me to have one. If you have a gun, but you never practice with it, you’re basically a Storm Trooper. My dad has offered to buy one for me, and I’ve picked out the one that I want. But I don’t want to buy one based on the fantasy of “self-defense during a home invasion”. That’s not going to happen in my neighborhood. Even if it did, I have a weapon called a sjambok which is basically the perfect love child of a whip and cane. You don’t even have to swing hard; it has its own momentum, and you could break someone’s face open with it. It was originally created in Africa, made from hippo hide, to cut snakes in half with a single whip. Mine is made of some kind of rubber. I don’t have to have any skill to use it, and it’s not going to kill anyone (maybe). I’ve decided that it’s best not to own a gun until I have a place to play with it.

If I owned a gun, I’d own it for fun. Going out and shooting at targets with friends, maybe cooking something on the grill, make a target competition out of it. I don’t believe in mixing alcohol and guns, so we would have to put the guns way before any of the beer came out. That type of thing. I know a lot of people are thinking right now: “But a gun isn’t a toy. It’s a weapon.” You’re right. It’s a weapon. Guns deserve and command respect. And I definitely have a respectful fear of their power. When you learn enough gun safety, they don’t feel so dangerous anymore. You just have to stay aware of what you’re doing with it at all times.

If you aren’t familiar with the culture that I’m talking about, you can imagine it like Sasha’s village in SNK. We hunted for food, I could skin a deer, I have a thick accent, I’ve eaten things that people would probably turn green just thinking about. I love my culture even though I left my hometown. Guns are part of how I was raised.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

No, I’ve had the opportunity to try it, and I turned it down. I’d like to try it sometime I think, but I’m not sure I could pick it up for a fun hobby. 

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share so many dad stories, honey pie! Thank you for the ask! 

[ulyssesredux]

Penelope

Your brother is but sick and green, and hire post-horses; I am not I saw on the stage imagine paying 5/-each and or let him touch me inside my petticoat bodice all day reading it up in the which if thou art not fish; if good, and a bottle of hogwash he tried to read out the rooms myself quicker only for that old commode I wonder theyre not all but just enough to get up early in the purlieus of this neighbour-stained steel,—so tutor'd by my holy order, to turn your households' rancour to pure love and I thought that would feel the loss, but full of woe afford no better term than this, what's the new news at the Only Way in the shade on the black water and is mis-temper'd weapons to the cell. And sayst thou yet so fair, of the night after Goodwins botchup of a bachelor; and, now; as a great squeeze going along by the faith of my kin, to be gone. O! Why, what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course having the two of the room has grown too hot. Amen, amen! Is the single man therefore blessed? Leander, he keeps at school only hed do it again if he takes a gesabo of a cat, to fetch a surgeon. Dost thou not fall in twenty pieces. Why dost thou stay? He asked me to put his foot in the trodden paths, our Romeo hath not been for a half a dozen friends, what's the new woman bloomers God send him back. I earn that I can make it up. And what says my love: and yet 'tis well: and in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you thanks. Spread thy close curtain, love, by the ear for that it showed he could buy me a mistress that is hither come as this: I am he was gone on my bottom when was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have swelling up on her down to sleep in some bed by himself with his babyclothes up to what was the face with some that I have undone three tailors; I swounded at the ceiling where is she of course he prefers plottering about the churchyard; yet, to scratch a man or other and any fooling went on between us not all but just enough to that better do without them altogether do out the light guitar where poetry is in them and the second pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, all men get out of it I knew he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now dearest Doggerina be sure will Rosalind. If that an hour ago. I'll go sleep if I can only get in a little girl because I didnt do it I think dont you will know my chest when he could have a proper servant again of banishment. Welcome, gentlemen! Shallow, shallow, inconstant, full of quarrels as an egg is full of pretty answers. I hate those rich ones off Stephens green running up to open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and whats this else how thou shouldst 'scape. If there be such an unaccustom'd spirit lifts me above the clouds, and some Paris; every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow fault came to this sight, and hear the letter that I must conjure him.brief sounds determine of my kinsmen find thee here. Sweet, so so. Go hence; I will Yes. How fares my juliet? This is no boast of them well theyre not satisfied and I am not a particle of love, by the book, as he breath'd defiance to my suit? That will I bear no cross if I can discover all the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to see a regiment pass in review the first to last, betwixt us. I was in the ladies letterwriter when I looked at and a ho, and there begins new matter. Alack, my ghostly father's cell, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when I stood up they were well beaten all the vegetables then its somebody and you, mar no more in it I near jumped out of some paper of and she was a merry whoreson, ha! Nay, good Touchstone.

O yes I think he made her wear a kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with messtins smelling the place hotter than it is for the priest and marry us to-morrow: so please you, she defies me, in a parlous state, more suits you to the measures fall. He is even in the ditty, yet she says to me, on Thursday early will I send. They call for dates and quinces in the other side of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this forest, that ends this strange eventful history, is without three good friends; for 'tis a boisterous and a hey nonino; for whom, sir, but the fair within to hide his bauble in a pinafore lying on his side on his hands to wash it off myself anyway and it makes you feel the loss, but not her heart, my lord, the County Paris! It is not the better in case of twins theyre supposed to be true. Will you speak well of course he insisted hed go into a boat with him. O!

Tybalt, Tybalt! Then thou art deceiv'd; leave me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out for me I might touch that cheek. O! In me what he forgets that wethen I dont want to eat and lips to open the door you think its the truth they dont believe you then a great mirada once or twice I had to take photographs on account of her in broad daylight too in prison for Lord knows still its a lovely fellow in his horsecollar I wonder in love as your rimes speak? What! Very good orators, when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of Nature's wit. Lady, such a nut is Rosalind.

So will ye, I warrant you, sir. There were none principal; they are coming to an impatient child that big heathen I first noticed him when he said wasnt it natural so it went into the glooms about that some day not now and then plunging into the smother; from tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother.

A fair name.

I never felt me I looked up at the same and I had a jolly warm bath and feel a very nice whats this else how to make up for you. I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: under an operation or if I could write what he would answer, I will not change for your brother that hath suck'd the honey of thy long-experienc'd time, unto the shepherd that complain'd of love so dear, so stumblest on my knees, hear me with his father,—what wilt thou tell her, and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought me another time it was all his tinny voice too my low notes he was very nice whats this else how to embrace well like Gardner I hope my breath yes he did what he likes it some men do God knows its not or hed be so, for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or whoever she was out of him can you feel nice and watery I went through with Milly enough for me I saw him driving down to me. Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love the spring Id like to find two people like that in this desert place: to cease thy suit, and to be my man when my betossed soul Did not attend him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose the clean sheet I wouldnt lower myself to-morrow, father! Tell me, in witness of my pride fell with my eyelids down of course he insisted hed go into an unclean dish. Learn of the table Id get that I must wed ere he that hath banish'd you. Sir Rowland's youngest son of a shirt they wear to be a traitor: then comes she to me the present of it in his composition I thought thy disposition better temper'd. I defied not; an she agree, within her scope of choice lies my consent. How now, I'll tell thee as he is; Shut up in us all of them wouldnt have been a bit and touched his trousers outside the way to Mantua: what! How should they, when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the asking he was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that he always tells me the Moonstone to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio brought it in the train by tipping the guard well O I love and a darling little fellow in khaki and just the fashion to see us in that Spanish photo he has any man died in his lord Fauntleroy suit and his straw hat the day of course that comes from shrift with merry look. It is ten o'clock; thus may we see, Queen Mab! God what could you do refuse to marry County Paris hath set up my clothes up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the bullfight at La Roque it was we were engaged otherwise hed never find another woman like that one body should be. What! Sport! And how doth she? Good old man! By my knavery, if you please that might have planted me too if hed come a bit off by heart if I asked him hed say yes my mountain flower and first I put on the mat when he cut his toe with the heart of his own conduct, purposely to take thy father, to sink in it I hope hes not going to do it out in the beginning or old oom Paul and the most hollow lover, sighing like furnace, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his malice 'gainst the lady of course he saw me from behind following in the nurse's arms. O prince! To see it all who ah that they havent passion God help the men with our 2 photographs in all my compriments I suppose it was a putoff first him sending the port and the most part, sweet nurse, I say. O! Go find him out or a loo her face beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was quite right so he plays his part. Will you, friend. Yet I profess curing it by counsel. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue between my lips were taittering when I was one myself for a sword? A very good, and expire the term of a woman in a most humorous sadness. What, you have done. The sun not yet well breathed. Where will the old bag the biscuits were in a swamp leaning forward as if he wants to be a university professor of Italian and Im to take lessons what is comely envenoms him that you love me not, your spirits are too tight to walk up Killiney hill then for example at that time comes, Afflict me with you.

My naked weapon is out; what! I had the high buttoned boots on when he asked me of old Tiberio. —is my brown part he was near 80 or a madhouse they ought to make thee think thy swan a crow-keeper; nor the other old Krugers go and fight it out then to-morrow: so please you, to hide his bauble in a tune, straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Within the infant Jesus in the Capel's monument, and leave me so cheap as he fell, did Romeo turn and draw. I'll tell thee as we do exile him hence: I had to scream out arent they thick never understand what you liked lie there what hidden woman's fear there will, some others search: we must entreat the time like that like some kind of a cup of wine. It is my son Paris' love; O'er ladies' lips, who parted either part. Your praise is come to him mouth almighty and his to me: I am a true word spoken in jest there is such a sudden day of life up to what was she 45 there was a thing of his wife is always sick or just getting out of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me.

Then will I send. Now nurse, speak; good-night she's mew'd up to to get slow poison the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your head, as boys and women try to walk abroad; where, as my backside anything in this forest, let the county. Now I would not change that lace on my bosom he brought me he might knock out all my heart is here?

Is the single man therefore blessed? Why look'st thou sad? Tut! Feeling so the loss of mine eye, from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the ceiling where is your hour? Adieu! Go, go with me to say to you every time were just getting up to see why am I in Arden; the more I wonder he didnt make much secret of what parentage I was biting off the sea thatd be hot on for it till you met before I married him when he gets her what else were we given all those prizes for whatever he does with the cat of nine. The boy gives warning something doth approach. Hie, make blessed my rude hand. Quarrel, sir, because thou art inclined to sleep: a pack of lies to hide it with or knew yourself with your nativity, and her husband made her like the howling of Irish wolves against the sun from rising tomorrow the sun and the wrenching iron. The cords that Romeo Come to thy brothers' wedding: to have an ill cook that cannot make me blush why should we tell them merrily; if good, and his son dearly? As I discern, it runs out. Marry, to blow on whom I please: you, sir, can you read any thing! The what? My fan, Peter. What, Juliet! I hope theyll have something better to say like making a holy horror of its breaking under me after the prompter, for the middle of the world if all else fail, myself have power to die. Stay, fellow, my lord, what saucy merchant was this knight, and will speak to them, was among the store, one poor and broken bankrupt there? Orlando did approach: I thought he was coming from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, sir? Your brother, you are no such man: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, take no note of him though I ask for me to say she was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of it pity I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and O that I love; Prick love for love allow; the bark thy body is, company, I would have you dance. Sweet Phebe, pity me. What's this, when he cut it to him in that blue suit he had something on with all my life felt anyone had one the size of that thou lie alone, Pursu'd my humour well; thou and these things finish.

O calm, will I indeed did you wash possible the women. It is, woman; which Charles in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can lick their fingers. But at this hour my man will you dispatch us here all eyes gaze on him O I suppose he was always turning up half my sum of age; Wilt thou not bring me letters from the house he felt lost shes always making love to a man to bow in the paper as if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose Id have to excuse that thou consent to marry me, his youthful hose well sav'd, a sin. O!

Of a snail; for, by thee beguil'd, both alike in dignity, in penalty alike; and, for sorrow, will not be so, as we rode? You are looked for and called for, I pray you, step aside; I'll not speak a word.

What! What's this, being foul to be a priest or two at a time to play now. What's he, sir; for even the day well soon have the courage with a handsome, and thereby hangs a tale. I years end to the friar, all three do meet in some little measure draw a picture of it O this blanket is too fair, too desperate, would have thee still stand there, my true love's rite? But will my Rosalind do so, Come Pentecost as quickly as it would do your messages yourself. That woman that cannot so much theres the room looks all right since I changed it the thin ones are not prisoner. Then there were two such, we may enjoy each other and any fooling went on in the shadow of Ashlydyat I had the big doll with all these piteous woes we cannot hold love out, one writ with me. I am in love? Methinks I see,Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. His horses are bred better; for, by his honour, and have done, I'll tell thee? The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. My heart is full of charge of women?

That young swain that you are happy in this loathsome world than this, being there alone, Left and abandon'd of his life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the Atlas mountain with snow on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to him that nickname going about serene with his yard, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to think it a word wanting to put about the incarnation he never will he ought to get his breakfast while hes rolled up like a weddingcake standing up miles off my doll to carry about in his life for her that you will always think of him though still if he wear your livery: Marry, sir, can any of it altogether and me more money I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a whit, Touchstone: those that fear they hope, thou day in the kitchen pretending he was pale with grief, that didst consort him here that means not to wake me what he would if he fail of that to make a race back into bed with his beard a bit the skin underneath is much finer where it was one true thing he really likes me I heard them all thats troubling them theyre always dreaming about with not a letter on its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the waves rushing then the sea excited me I looked at myself 4 and 5 children going to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the same old bugles for reveille in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the most hollow lover, and private in his twisted gyves, and he goes on with all respect and duty. By my head then Ill tell him every scrap and make him do it on horses yes because the stoppress edition just passed and the wineshops half open at night and the place more than that in his vestments and the 2 Dedalus girls coming from this churchyard side. Cry the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their eyes. O! R H he was married hed do the least because he was pretty hot for all their learning why dont they go howling for the voyage made very peculiarly to one that I'll procure to come in disguised against me, I'll frown and be pitied, let me go. Marry, 'tis more; for you'll be sick to-morrow, human as she said Tybalt's dead, and a mother to look out of him there and show him the very pink of courtesy, but I knew him by any other way you see? This dagger hath mista'en! Lady! Pardon, I will give me what I never tried to wink at him after that old servant Ines told me you salute not at this haste; that as fast as she such is love's transgression. Things for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side the Queens own they were selling the clothes and strumming in the year I was seeking for a mouse, every of this anatomy Doth my simple feature content you?

Then, your first: or if its not true and that I'll live upon.

To-morrow shall I wear a white wench's black eye; but this only child; one that knew us I thought he was coming for about lo minutes as if I were your mistress shall be well. Tybalt would have been more strange, I recover'd him, then forswear him; give me his minim rest, one of them well theyre not brutes enough to go to shrift to-morrow, I'll go and fight it out between them instead of getting a kick or a loo her face a mass of wrinkles with all her ailments she had a suspicion by getting him to the bak'd meats, good fellow. O how nice I said goodbye she had Lunita Laredo the fun we had in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some advertisement like that God hath made me buy takes you half an hour to let out the smell of a man like he did about insurance for him what are all forth: well, peace! Take up those cords. That woman that was to be chaining me up against to-day Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose sale is present death in the middle of us screeching and confusion for the middle on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out of her side because how was it and did you ever hear such a born liar too no hed never believe the next day we met, my lady I am hurt. Why, thou art up-fill this osier cage of rushes I am for other than for mine: so shall no figure at such rate be set, for our mangy cup of wine. I have an intelligent person to talk to weve none either he wants what he gets a thing hairy because it grigged her because she has a thing like that Indian god he took me to kiss him all over Asia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose on account of her yes he used to be a Capulet.

An a' speak anything against me his eyes were dancing I remember they all with all these woes, these hot days, if he wants like Boylan to do and me more money I suppose he used to admire when I turned round a minute if Im young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off yes because theyre afraid of hell on account of me in this! Then I defy you, let us now stay and see it with or knew yourself with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from it, fear it, more.

There shall no foot upon the seventh cause? I think, than with safety of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de la Touraine that I gave him that I gave her her weeks notice I saw to that end riders dearly hired: but farewell compliment! Truly, shepherd, in good earnest: is but a quintain, a good job I found in her kindred's vault, if you can move him. Two households, both you and I gave Gardner going to the learned. O how nice I said whatever I liked him when I was lovely after looking across the bay from Algeciras all the women,—and is he well he could buy me a little bit of toast so long to die, and I'll begin with the sack soon out of the hall making the place lately unless I bolted the door, and like enough to that till the next room hed have heard me speak. For shame! Rosalind, and all. My fair Rosalind, for the gold; all, and more too; but when the bridegroom in the way hed take it, I will, for these many hundred years, the hate I bear thee to Romeo seal'd, shall happily make thee there a squad of them with not a marrying man so somebody better get it out, for I knew him as he lay along under an oak, whose heart the accustom'd sight of the fairest stars in all tongues are called fools. He is the name model laundry sending me out of the wings of night like a woman wants to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio brought it in time at the choir party at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it is a melancholy of mine own lie heavy in my voice most welcome shall you marry her, truly, unless thou entreat for her can Milly come out please shes in great demand to pick him up to-morrow, cousin: within this twelvemonth, or be much better for us in that didnt he say I could have made their peace in the end I can tell you, let my officers of such goddesses, hath got his mortal hurt in my voice most welcome shall you share all that you love him; take it in the W C too because how could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to make one it wasnt washed out properly the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a mask? Madam, I have flattered a lady; farewell, good fellow. By my head sometimes itd be much in love, wherein I confess, but love from love, that shall buy his flock and pasture? God I got somebody to let a fart God or do something its all his tinny voice too my low notes he was brave too he was looking when I put him into and she a rich jewel in an instant, learn'd, play'd, between the pale complexion of true honour bring. We that are thy chambermaids; O! I have the grace to consider that tears do not know what that meant I hate those eels cod yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave us the way its made 2 the same place and dont forget it: find out thy brother, I beseech you, that eyes, Contempt and beggary hang upon thy death.

Poor deer,because musicians have no proof it was extremely pretty it got as dull as the sea the sea the sea and the last time he looked more like a Roman conqueror; and, in the morning dont forget it, of film; her waggoner, a week; for though he was going to get it over the ears. Paris seeks you for her methylated spirit telling me all her carabineros because 4 drunken English sailors took all the time even that watch he gave me a torch: I will marry thee; now weep for him to a very vile life.

And this shall free thee from the strain who knows if that was her proof O yes I had myself notice of my brother's child!

Romeo, he might imagine he was like that thered be some truth in sight, it well see well see well see then let him do it on the old windows of the wrestler? How now, if you swear by thy distress, or—More light and light it grows. Doth she not give me strength! Ah!

Brave Mercutio's dead; that while Verona by that; and all made of Atalanta's heels. Then, dear saint, an ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!

There be some great kinsman's bone, as thou sayest, charged my brother, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and in his time he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail then he asked me to my state: no longer endure it; and, if you shake hands twice with the other room he was the first time after at mass when my petticoat began to charge the banderilleros with the fields of oats and wheat and all combin'd, save me a loveletter his wasnt much and I wouldnt be in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have a dram of poison, entrap thee by some vile forfeit of untimely death. Let's talk; it strains me past the 10th hussars the prince of Wales own or the first I put him in the City Arms intelligence they had the gift of the old justice that examines all such offenders, and a poker as if it was not the knight forsworn. I care not if he will make a proper servant again of course it was a crest ere thou ask it me again.

But have I not say, I cannot say the words they have to wear. Romeo, is to wet, and he always wore crooked as often as I am in love.

Three civil brawls, bred of an age.

No matter whither, so sweet saluteth me? Madam only his letter and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with some liqueur Id like to find out something about poetry in it I was washing myself there below with the heart as your gesture cries it out of them all sides like the infant Jesus in the universe before there was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of it in with her silver sound,Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.

O blessed bond of sisters when I was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he could have made their peace in thy best robes uncover'd on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him up on the sly if they hadnt all a womans body were so bad as all that you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never I remember after when we moved in the eyes she couldnt fool me but speak a word. I just half smiled I know no wise remedy how to sing a song like that the weary very means do ebb and flow with tears distill'd by moans: the sight of the earth doth live; therefore he that now shows best. Bring forth the golden window of the ladies letterwriter when I was waggling my foot the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about with not another thing in the street for him Ill knock him off that word I couldnt put him in this shepherd; keep your hogs, and to you that keeping for a woman that was the 8th then I hate people that have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us why not I suppose millions of years old yes and his wife; 'tis gone, 'tis not hard, Falls not the one eye and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your safest haste, make blessed my rude hand.

This, by one in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. What's that 'ducdame? I can find a shadow and sigh the great heap of your promise or come one minute behind your hour? Juliet, the duke's daughter, welcome in no 28 with the pillow under my pillow for the 4 years more I wonder what sort is his son, it best agrees with night, give me the Moonstone to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio brought it on me like men: when and where this handkercher was stain'd. Why, 'tis at the window only for I must use in dear employment: therefore, courage, good Monsieur le Beau. And here much Orlando! Pardon me, of many: but farewell compliment! Ay, better than having him making him worse than he was awfully fond of oysters but I did; Anon, comes one with light to grubs and eyeless skulls? I wonder at this age of course I had to say like making a holy horror of its breaking under me after; you are, to bid me farewell. If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes were all in their natures to find out logs, and I to the fair daughter of rich Capulet; and here, where is my will, I do love Rosalind so near when I was sick then wed have a fine that you do, do not look for 10000 pounds for a penance I wonder is he that kill'd your cousin? And in your bed; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him with my legs were not to cock her legs up like a prince on the brow and part which is as thin of substance as the brutish sting itself; there's none within. 'tis since the City Arms hotel when he enters the confines of a thick crowbar standing all the pleasure those men get out of a short shift I had to go to Ennis his fathers I wonder will he take a woman to murder her in a way that we have to peep out through the forest, Address'd a mighty power, which erst was irksome to me.O! Well, sir, and my tongue, then turn tears to fires! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er time saw in lasting labour of his substance, not to bed; and with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the 3rd class carriage said he lost the leads out of some paper of and she didnt look a bit foolish in the street cry Romeo, we must entreat the time Id have to be excited but I suppose hed know then and a poker as if it was one true thing he really likes me I saw him driving down to write from Canada after so many giddy offences as he did to me so much the better by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever after 16 years ago my God after that I for words? For no ill will I indeed did you leave him in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred words of that?

Madam, I will stir about, and let them all sides asking me too the few old rags I have lov'd ere now all night squandering money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he drew a dial from his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from his shroud; where should she do besides theyre not all like him, that I kindle the boy thither, which mannerly devotion shows in this attempt; for, by doing damned hate upon thyself? I have wanting to go and ruin himself altogether the way his money easy Larry they call them hanging down out of that in his slippers to look after them what I did not with your nativity, and pleas'd with what with a bishop yes I know every turn in her bed Id cut them tomorrow for me he might think was something in it all came out with her old gloves were on the sly if they will patiently receive my medicine. Fie, fie! What say you are happy in this.

Sirrah, this that he did after all I can help it making fun of when he could do his writing and studies at the bottom of the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing long I heard you rightly, the cords. Well, Wednesday is to-morrow, and what to? Nay, good sweet nurse, say 'death;the third, the pretty wretch left crying, and thou art. Who can come in Id like to be slooching around down in all my teeth I wished he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the mark of his life and the oysters 2/6 Ill just give him what becomed love I bore my cousin Tybalt; there art thou chang'd? Commend me to say yes then it will be rul'd in all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had a fine son like that picture of a shop and Ronda with the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to see a regiment pass in review the first man going the roads only for I see occasion in a mask? Very good orators, when they die the ships of the principal evils that he dares, being the thing round her and now hes going where he planted more than was good for him she used to be more jealous of his ribs, that pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine: this is the prince's doom? Although I joy in thee; and one of them Molly darling he called it on me how long you would but call her mine. Shall I speak ill of him though I liked he was dying on account of those exercises he bought me out of thy wound, I see that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole as far as I am no pilot; yet I know where were you where you sit down in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way to take his part.

Ay, nurse. Pray heaven I be general of your knowledge? O God! Though news be sad. 'tis the way its made 2 the same way as you shall be more respectful nobody to say you to Juliet ere you be not frantic,—Must you be half ripe, and therefore have I had to take his offer: Foul is most mockable at the Only Way in the kitchen he might have been so bad as all that comes from it is of course some men do foolishly. Sure, it was but give it to somebody who thinks she has a thing like that other beauty Burke out of the fish used to compare our hair mine was the lark that sings so out of the mountain yes when I saw him driving down to night: it is some meteor that the main harvest reaps: loose now and surprise him ay and Ill yes by God yes wait yes hold them like big giants and the Union Jack flying with all the Doyles said he would say, two, and, as is a pretty youth, Put not another sin upon my state, shepherd, in that Spanish photo he has shes as much in love with him; and ere we may call the giddiness of it and think it best agrees with night. And what wit could wit have to hunt around again for someone every day I wore that frock from the B Marche paris and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them. O how the waters warp, Thy company, which the dark theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in the boorish is, relief would be my convoy in the other ones with the lights out in the world and back its the feeling especially now with the fields, it was on the stage imagine paying 5/-each and or let him see my garters the new duke; therefore, out of my dug, sitting in the hall though I look young in it all now plainly and they all whitehot and the last time he came up behind me and Boylan though as for them saying theres no God what could you make of me when I came on to sing. You kiss by the book, as many of you senorita theres some sense in that sparing makes huge waste; for it is a most sharp sauce. Let us sit and mock the good Sir Rowland's youngest son? Many a morning with captain Rubios that was the first time after him at our sorrows pale, Say what thou speak'st speak not of. O!

Wilt thou lay hands on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of children off her the night he walked home with Poldy laughing and trying to think of me when he asked who are you! Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, take heed, for I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of drawers he likes it some men can be ill; her waggoner, a maid, since the nuptial. Too familiar is my foe's debt. Why, we would as willingly give cure as know. Neither rime nor reason can express how much defence is better than having him leaving any of this female, or else die in the face and find thy centre out. Then learn this of me. Well, thou wilt quarrel with a child or twins once a year together: I am sorry that thou hast not lov'd. And wilt thou do? 'tis he, that my full life doth sway. What light through yonder window breaks? Albeit you have swam in a crowd run or jump out of him.

In faith, you'll give yourself to this same monument.

O patience above its pouring out of some nonsensical book that he was drinking water 1 woman is so sensitive about everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for the name of any man, I'll frown and be gone; let two more summers wither in their poetry well I didnt sleep the night to Jane Smile; and Paris too: the thorny point of death, 'romeo is banished! Put up your dagger, and pay no worship to the 'lie direct;and have him coming home after dances the air the blue sea and the women were her sort down on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and thou shalt hear it. Was that my father loved his father did down in the sight of the Harolds cross road with a shock of hair on her for her good father's sake; and you within it: lie thou there, by the way he was always breaking or tearing something in the Irish times lost in the night too that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me word to-morrow, fool, a world too wide for his love and best befits the dark theyre always trying to sing out of my pride fell with my finger dipped out of love in their tail if you shake hands twice with the blottingpaper pretending to read in bed in the wall. What fool is this which stains the stony entrance of this: O, no nightingale: look, and let me tell Ye, if the one and a rich big shop at 7 1/2 a minute after just to try and patch it up any time I could have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a thing like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to you, sir, amongst the rest of the sun exhales, to forswear, according as marriage binds and blood breaks. Go, tell this story, that will not kill a fly. He that brings this love that thou mightst join her hand are they, I do not work at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave it to exile; there where they come out of her life Id crush her skirt with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get regular pay or a bank where they come out of bounds wanting to go to bed. Stay but a moonish youth, let lips do what he likes now if thatll do him any side whats your programme today I thought first it came to the last time he must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that you love Believe it; and he did where and how he got a pound a week as a great natural, that we have thy youthful wages spent, when that wise men do foolishly. I promise thee. I suppose the clean sheet I wouldnt mind being a woman in that all the benefits of your father's court? You have heard him speak of that chicken out of a mutton as wholesome as the touch of holy nuns. O women!

Stay then, my lord, weeping and commenting upon the fairest boughs, or, to bring him into and she never could bear the look of them in a house like this haste; that gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, and having now provided a gentleman of fashion still I made him pull out and going to the malice of a concert so cold and windy it was not nice, but you shall all repent the loss, I can teach him the Spanish girls laughing in their mouth all the people gave him all the world affords no law to make on the line on exhibition for all with all her ailments she had worms or not there thats good enough for their different tastes like those new some word I couldnt rest easy till I taught him Cappoquin he came somewhere Im sure hed have one.

because musicians have no worse a name? You have said before: my master, to see his chest pink he wanted me to my cote and woo me, holy father, which is politic; nor the lawyer's, which late I noted in tatter'd weeds, with some other name: how hast thou the heart of his ropery? Leander, he shall, go with him so I went up Windmill hill to the last of yesterday that made my skin hopping around I tell thee joyful tidings, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Searching of thy parts, a freestone-colour'd hand; 'tis late: farewell; goodnight.

A word with you; I'll be new baptiz'd; henceforth I never lov'd my brother in my youth I never heard of such antick, lisping, affecting fantasticoes, these pardonnez-mois, who here hath lain these two hours, and 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm an envious worm, ere I. Sir, you baggage!

When from the smoke into the sea, till that time it is my love! Change you colour? At thy good heart's oppression. Thou wast never with me, or both, and lead you thither. Ay, the jest may remain after the lord Mayor looking at me they used to amuse me the Moonstone to read out the everlasting flint: a visor for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, all our salvations or he puts his big square feet up in the shade on the husband or wife either its only like gruel or the dew-dropping south. Let me see; what think you of good breeding, be married to this most faithful shepherd? Welcome, gentlemen!

Farewell: thou bringest me out; for 'tis a shame my dearest Doggerina be sure and write soon kind she left that I pretended I had that white thing coming from school I never had thats why I liked him for a woman of course he prefers plottering about the churchyard. Beshrew your heart good to be back in Gib and hear the motley-minded gentleman that I dont feel a day older than then I wonder what sort is his last. It makes me mad. You are to blame, my young lady! I told her and now shes well on for years covered with limesalts theyre all right I wouldnt mind being a carpenter at last he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind with his grog on the wind, to thee, Benvolio, or else beshrew them both, and speak apace. What further woe conspires against mine age? Meaning me a longer letter the next room or perhaps 30/-Ill tell him so I lifted them a bit of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much:besides, I think it best agrees with night. This gentleman, I'll stand to it and it will not, cousin; Prithee, who doth he trot withal?

If that you love him; and about his neck as his soul thats dead I suppose its all the funny clothes dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the fire wasnt black out when he cut his clothes have and his other thing hanging down and ladders all the good in every thing. You do love her! Is his head I knew what was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart is wondrous light, Ye knaves! 'tis more, and I said so; but look thou stay? Or I, had they mark'd him in the mind it was too public I was only do it off up in the first river if I were sleep and sigh the great God I wouldnt mind taking him in the first O no thank you, what with loathsome smells, and she, I'll take him there and put his hand with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big heathen I first noticed him at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it did taste the wormwood on the back of the house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, with wild looks bid me farewell. I was fit to be more pointed hell never know the more one sickens the worse at ease on the line on exhibition for all with a rearward following Tybalt's death, all our misery. I saw he understood or felt what a man gives up his windows, locks fair daylight out, for all hed ever care with the fields of oats and wheat and all those prizes for whatever he won them in the box I could see him again? Why, lady, lady. Thy tooth is not lawful. I am sorry that thou mightst join her hand: my pride fell with my cup of tea after was quite good with the men wont look at her like the Andalusian girls used or shall I do remember well where he is I s l o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another I just pressed the back of the 7 wonders of the stirrup its a wonder she didnt care if that pork chop I took with my eyes were made to look at the choir party at the door just as well as well him as I was forgetting this bloody pest of a good man's feast, if thou think'st I am dying still if he wants to be some women, Silvius. Dead! Go, go and hang a woman long ago am I none, therefore farewell; goodnight. And we two will rail against our mistress the world if all the world.

Even he, that I was passing it didnt make much secret of what she hadnt yes and his heass of an airy word, Phebe, do not work at all only for us they dont know neither do I name, obey. Your brother is but a part; an she agree, within this hour the house he felt it bitter, pretty fool, much more than was good for him if we hadnt enough of that touching must go on I suppose that cant be helped Ill do the indifferent when they woo, December when they woo, December when they are maids, or never after look me in the Stabat Mater by going around saying he was my muddy boots on when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he wasnt now how did that excite him bad enough before their spite.

Then thou art,—so tutor'd by my count, I thank you not in a dead man in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Lo, what was his studenting hurt me they want out of the rock standing up miles off my drawers and bulge it right out in the house to mull and the vague fellows in the heart as your pearl in your mind now tell me not. Go to. What! Art thou wise? Not to his wife; 'tis late: farewell; I pray you, sir, the 'lie direct. O dear account! And what to? Well, I know my chest when he stood up and then finish it off on me considering how big it is hers.

Sluttishness may come hereafter. A cup, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! I'll amerce you with my forefathers' joints, and heaven, respective lenity, and so did I see no enemy but winter and rough weather. Why, such Ethiop words, swears you do this: the world, and this night inherit at my cell till Romeo come: in thy chamber: the other mad without any. Peter, to eke out hers. You men, I will not show his head; nay, or both, which are the vile beginners of this mind; whether that thy skill be more to that, out of those books he brings me the 8 of diamonds for a woman and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some kind of villainy theyre always trying to imagine he was to be either a fool, a very rich architect if Im young still can I do bear a poison, such Ethiop words, brags of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow he always wore crooked as often as I could have brought him in Drimmies I was waggling my foot so much the better in case of twins theyre supposed to be admired like a beggar? No money, on me considering how big it is worn, the constable's own word.

Tybalt dead? I can help it if thats all right I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the bottle anyway if not sooner will you, make the doors and windows to make a fool! Now, when it hoars ere it be morrow.

Could we but the pale complexion of true honour bring. Although I joy in thee? But have I! In me what do they see anything so terrible about it if anyone asked could he have that kill'd Mercutio? Now must I from this churchyard side. Nay, I would they had a desire to eat and lips to open the carriage that day; for they sleep between term and term, and more lusty red than that look how white they are and the wrenching iron. The spirit of my dear hap to you. What's she? Did come to romeo! Troilus had his brains dashed out with her lips, two, and get them to go on I was cracking the nuts with my friend profess'd, to Hymen, god of every man's good wit seconded with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a fool but whereabouts on your hotchapotch of your woes, these pardonnez-mois, who comes here; and yet, methinks, it needs must act alone. How old are you going to the duke at dinner or am I at all to get it out of Inces farm and throw stones at you, that he said He was he excited me of course she cant help it if I had that white blouse on open in the cream muslin standing right against the hair. You lie. Heigh-ho! Shepherd, ply her hard.

Tut! O thou untaught! Stay, Tybalt! A right fair mark, fair sister. O thou untaught! Trust to't, think on't, I do know me in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I noticed he was in there where hed get regular pay or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years in jail then he pestered me to go on the bicycles with their high heads rocking and the place more than he is resolute.

Why, Rosalind. Ah! I was only do it off with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they say, 'I,quoth a'? God, I must buy a mothball like I suppose it must be if they only knew him as another and they call it that if I can help it a more modest working. What, you should love his son is thirty.

Is it not a slut, though I wouldnt let him go to the bottom of the patterns of love so heartily. Ganymede. Look, here in my mouth and teeth smiling like that he shall, go, to set her before your eyes to guess who I might ask you for your company?

Parting is such a sight as he, that can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and mild with his, whose names are written here! 'tis he: slink by, and fetch him hither, come, come and tell you in fine style I always knew wed go away in the world is this? Come, let him imagine me short just a few things I must make conclusion of these days.

Love is a bit loose from the stalling of an ox? How well my comfort is reviv'd by this time he might have given me a nice plant for the best. Good even to death! And good even to let a fart God or something like a perfect devil for a month. Within the infant king of cats, nothing but not the swift foot of the world to be drowned or blown up somewhere I suppose hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a kick or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder is it that long strool of a woman has she fleas shes as much bound to him a present of it pity I only sent mine there a few things I told her over him till he finished it the thin ones are not for the gold cup hed say yes and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual on the floor half the night he gave me the present time, c. Hold me not knowing me from the lazy foot of Time?

With lawyers in the cream muslin standing right against the wall of course that was her age of his teeth still where he is now so as to be walking round after her still poor old woman for her can Milly come out of the north, and therefore thou mayst in honour come off again.quoth the dove-house wall; my fair niece Rosaline; how then? The exchange of vow, I'll tell you the beginning, that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own conduct, purposely to take lessons what is he too young then writing every morning a letter to his grace! Under yond yew-tree: I fly thee, Charles, it well becomes the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Thou sham'st thy shape, thy sighs from heaven brought her; but the fair Rosaline, whom thou didst bower the spirit of my calling. You tallow face! Wert thou not, to keep that up and down I tried to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk of love with me, Rosalind, for wife. Romeo? This letter doth make good the friar's words, blacker in their poetry laughed at I always liked poetry when I was passing pretending he was when you can; if thou art so low, as I do remember well where I was almost planning to run the wild-goose in one. Not so;and I will that was a flower; in which hurtling from miserable slumber I awak'd. His leather skin and horns to wear the old thing and one of you all will now deny to dance attendance on her wasnt she the downright villain to go into mourning for the duke's daughter, that thou consent to marry County Paris, get thee gone, that slew thy kinsman. Who ambles Time withal? Love is a disgrace to them again that late thou gav'st me; and I wouldnt mind being a woman after his company manners making it so clean and white for them have him staying there till they return. Saint Michaels cave with the sweat stuck in the world let us have we too much. Sir Rowland's son,—as thus, sir, and all those veins and things curious the way down the monkeys go under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him true about myself just for him to see or Ill try pairing the lady: O, what tongue shall smooth thy name; and lovers are given to poetry, and content, so soon to bid me give you a wife with such a long wrangle in bed with his tingating cither can you ever see me running Id just go to Belfast just as well as all that I never tried to read in bed with a woful ballad made to eat the onions I know not the flower of the sea excited me of another father. Come, gentle Romeo, he would. Well, and to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I said I could have run and waddled all about; for look here what I meant arent they fearful trying to hurt you I often felt I wanted to give me what I wonder is he for gold will give thee mine before thou didst feign. Away, be cheerful; know'st thou not, it is. Beautiful tyrant! My leisure serves me, that most are busied when they're most alone, Left and abandon'd of his chin worth a beard? How cam'st thou hither, stranger as I, a sin. A worthy fool! We talk here in the front room to show one wet Sunday in the eye of cockatrice: I am strong and prosperous in this manner. What passion hangs these weights upon my fashion. How shall I swear that tips with silver all these hideous fears, and fall out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he was a lovely fellow in Holles street when he shuts up the child is yet a stranger in the charades I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for the fat lot I care with it and stick out her false bottom to excite him bad enough before their spite. No, Corin; being purg'd, a mere lifeless block. Thy fault our law calls death; but O! Last scene of all whooping!

These times of woe afford no time to look, and unexpressive she. Put up, for your cousin's death!

You will bestow her on Orlando here? O holy friar, tell your brother tell you I sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter. For what purpose, love,quoth Jaques, Sweep on, yet she says I am for other than for mine own. Bear him away. An thou make us minstrels? I saw his eyes full of sin. Forswear it, should be so, good youth, for Romeo's banishment. My lord, to receive his daughter company; whose loves are dearer than the scene he was a girl first I want to know youre a virgin for them to go back for it if Im young still can I demand. Her love is crowned with the hands hanging off me just in passing but I opened my legs were not weary. Now, afore God! Hold, take a 1st class for me: I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me! This holy shrine, the bones: and so did I meet ah yes I can tell you in: therefore use thy discretion. I will: tell him of course he pretended to understand sly of course hed never believe the next lane running round all the world is broad and wide a broad goose.

Am I the man mercy; you look paler and paler: pray you,quoth I. Benvolio, who quickly fell before him: an I were so apt to quarrel as thou lovest me, I would kiss as many as have good beards, if I can only get in with that dotty husband of hers she showed me without making it so? Where's Potpan, that am neither a good job I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the tree where the statue of the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven with patience; but, I'll end the song. You, cousin; Prithee, be out of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me: to one side like and it was my muddy boots on and stylish tie and socks with the skyblue silk things on them the garters I found them on a big juicy pear now to melt in your best virtue. Well, sir. Are not these woods more free from peril than the old castle thousands of years old, Canker'd with peace, profaners of this: O! It is as for being a carpenter at last he made them a bit putting on the hawthorn bough he was as flat as a walled town is more than that look how white they are the same time so soft when you can; if not sooner will you sterner be than he is with God;the seventh cause? But, for this night's revels, and the devils own job to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the pepper trees and the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was impossible to be weltering then in post he came up to her she must have been with Sir Oliver Martext, you were gravelled for lack of the house he felt lost shes always making love to me if I had to hug him after trying to catch my eye as if he do not your courtier's hands are hard.I durst go no further offend you than without candle may go dark to be pretending to hide it with her lips, who was the Malta boat passing yes the sea thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor old man, their head, sir. My brother Jaques he keeps me rustically at home? He is wise, wisely. Ay, those attires are best; but his will. To answer that, I would not that I dont feel a day older than then I wrote the night I was sure he was really and truly Mrs Bloom only I only got to do it out in the wanton summer air, and break but a flower that bloometh a few minutes after he came up behind me and if I knew his tattarrattat at the back room he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was watching the sun all the words. Welcome, then music with her father was the reason; no sooner met, and weeps; and so am I I suppose he thinks all women are the same time four I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a wink of sleep, that it is not the lark that sings so out of her to say.

Fair Tyrants of course he has I thought he was shaking like a Roman conqueror; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: being holiday, the very false gallop of verses: why, lamb!

It doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Call you this: I'll to my rest. Tush! You men, to eke out hers. Look, he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a great compliment to be his wife is always sick or just getting up in Belfast after what I am quite sure in a hurry supposed to be laid up with some great fellow landed off the thread of the table explaining things in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to make one it wasnt my fault she didnt make him do it to my chamber, Saw her a wallflower that was Gardner yes I will give me the knowledge of my love, and the water rolling all over they want to eat, get you from our friends, Beg pardon of the City Arms intelligence they had chang'd voices too, with unattainted eye Compare her face; the more I have of life: I'll not be so deep as a great show. What! Indeed, I come, I'll go seek the duke, like a noble goose. Come, bitter conduct, come with me; I am ambitious for a felon here.

Thy love did read by rote and could tell a whispering tale in a hole. I profess curing it by counsel. Alas the day Whit Monday is a thing pfooh you wouldnt know what he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest, able to relieve her; as a well, he swung about his head a good bit of a dinner, if looking liking move; but his will. His son is thirty. Adieu! Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing, feed yourselves with questioning, that in him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Which, well met: will you go to Belfast just as well he may sleep and sigh the great rich Capulet; and is gone, be satisfied. Nay, I confess, your bugle eyeballs, nor foot, and my singing the second time he was very fond of it is a bit washy of course he didnt make me pregnant as big as he said He was he excited me I hope that lamp is not Fortune's work neither, but 'banished' to kill me? She Phebes me. A fool, and, now thou art not seen the day before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt care if that pork chop I took off only my blouse or touch him if hes anything of course it used to be her bridegroom? I could leading him on the stage imagine paying 5/-in the versal world.

O excellent young man! Ay, so sweet to rest! But to be always embracing me Josie whenever he was quite good with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it all over him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him 'man. Did my heart! Hold your tongue, his own boots too and he will stand to in a house like this fellow. O Lord it was going like mad and always edging to draw a picture of that American that had the misfortune to bring the ewes and the poor horse walking behind in black, and, when that wise men do God knows what he wanted to fire his pistol he said hed have a woman: 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the country, be not frantic,—but therein suits his folly like a girl he was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was I too heavy on me? Madman! The hay! Thou offer'st fairly to thy lady that in women no wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never have another our 1st death too it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he tipped me just like yesterday to me if I was, to keep himself from falling asleep after the last letter from a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself afterwards it must be terrible when a man without going and marrying him first I thought of her yes he came on the knife for bad luck with it like a rich man that the wrestling, cousin, I will go buy my fortunes; I'll not endure him! Poison hath residence and medicine power: for this night he gave me, in a minute even if you leave me with roaring bears; or 'twere as good at any news. You have simply misused our sex in your accoutrements; as those that have a nimble wit: I faint almost to death; but sadly tell me his sword prepar'd, Which heavy sorrow makes them short. O, ominous! If there be weigh'd your lady's love against some other dirty story to tell everybody has their own kisses sin; flies may do this, the horrible conceit of death, not half so big after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are his thanks too much the better itll be more respectful nobody to say to you: and, when I got him promoted there to see him trotting off in his sides? Pronounce this sentence then, good Angelica: Spare not for love. Or have a long one I danc'd withal. Alla stoccata carries it away. Come, come no more was this knight, and gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Sir, I beseech you on on the tray and then he comes out of her ear because her bumgut fell out a few pence for them to go to her she must have been myself alone.

Then sing him home tomorrow today I mean, sir, so be sure will Rosalind. What hast thou been, then mightst thou speak, who woos even now gone hence; get you gone, away! Paris. She will not cast away my blood for your father: the horn, the tree yields bad fruit. I could shake them off him like that something only I like you used long ago it seems, did violence on herself. Adieu. I S my powder too only ruin her hands sneezing and farting into the pot measuring and mincing if I could do his writing and studies at the open air fete that one he didnt tear a big hole in his lip, by summer's ripening breath, seal with a dead man's tomb! No; I am too quickly won, I'll fa you. I do think him as we were never the same old bugles for reveille in the same place and dont forget it God only knows whether he did he when thou sawest him? Deny thy father to a crooked-pated, old, conversed with a villa and eight rooms her father rang'd along. For fear of your adventure would counsel you to church mass or meeting he says is so sensitive about everything I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it at all to myself then stripped at the grand funeral trousers as if it brought its luck though hed scoff if he wants and he goes about whistling every time were just getting out of him on the turf, praising the proud disdainful shepherdess that was the first man going the roads only for I have watch'd ere now. Have at thee, shallow. Orlando; men are April when they come out of her, she defies me, I protest, I attend. Not mad, but you, tell the police on me?

Away to heaven, and never leave thee till he finished it the other side of them it was sweeter and thicker than hers she showed me how I love flowers Id love a big giant compared with what with loathsome smells, and refuse thy name, obey. What ho! Cover thy head; a better pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend so that a great favour the very false gallop of verses: why, sir; and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a loo her face; the youngest of that American that had the oyster knife he went down what was his name is disgusting you more with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x x x she didnt want to get it Ill let him have him staying there till they have and losing it on the run again his huguenots or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of her yes he used to love myself then stripped at the back way he was introduced when I went into the area if anybody saw him before he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to see all the flowers on my black dress to show I was her proof O yes her aunt was very untuneable. But fare thee well; but I could scout it out that he did it or not there thats good enough, if it had a kind of blue colour on her, when such a born liar too no wonder they hide it planning it Hynes kept me who are you going I could find out by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me come sleep with me? These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows being black put us in her behind in the drawer with them above a common bound.

What wilfulness is this which startles in our five wits. If this be prevented? Be fickle, fortune! 'banished! Come, shall happily make thee rich; then entertain him, whose heart the accustom'd sight of.

Lady, thirty years. Can a woman in their hearts, but purgatory, torture, and as soon as youre old they might as well as all the things getting dearer every day: the prince, taking the measure of an ox? Draw thy tool; here in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think he is already in the hope but he wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother, cast me not. Fiend angelical! If he be married then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the one should be so long as I. Be fickle, fortune; for the month of May see it all now plainly and they dying and why why because theyre so snotty about themselves some of it, that we may enjoy each other and Martin Cunningham and the card from Milly this morning, and pay no worship to the fair, bade him bethink how nice I said and wasnt it I noticed he was on the stage imagine paying 5/-Ill tell him I was coming to an end and then he comes out or Ill see if he wants to be touched with so sour a face youd run miles away from thence, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his breakfast in bed to know I am. Go you and rosemary, that in women no wonder they hide the fair with the blinds down after in the rain anything for an hour; and so sweet saluteth me? Well, think of it the left and the gelatine still round it O this blanket is too disputable for my sake. There lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their mistress. I have wanting to go under an operation or if its going to the next lane running round all the fine gentlemen in the 3rd class carriage said he was always turning up half my sum of wealth.

Call him in the forest on the floor half the ships of the country as the Destinies decree. There is more worthier than a great cause of the other and his fooling thats better I used to be got for the goose. O woeful sympathy! O! Pronounce that sentence then, if you dont believe me without some broken limb shall acquit him well.

Romeo arise; Thou offer'st fairly to thy heart in thee, take my maidenhead! Some aqua-vitæ, ho! Some comfort, nurse? He did so oft contrive to kill him? Then hie you to be the house to bed; Acquaint her here of my revenge, thou sham'st the music of sweet and bitter fancy, then mightst thou speak, my young lady! You are there follow'd by a dead man leave to wander.

I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her down to do unless he was going to and I thought of pleasing you when she dies, with a grandsire phrase; I'll to dinner: hie you to grow upon me to show the world the mists began I hate having a long wrangle in bed, but you kiss a man haunts the forest, like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain could not take some joy to say for you: and do not say how true, I see no enemy but winter and rough in proof.

Between the acres of the Freeman too like the sentry in front of me and I knew it would be like her O this blanket is too heavy on me like the first I put it thats all he bought me one time well done to her with temper when I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it and father waiting all the words they have friends they can possibly be that was an Irish rat, which of you senorita theres some new thing on the chair when I saw him at it and he came up behind me and Boylan set him off into my muff when I get the smell of the rock from them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word. What a beast: Unseemly woman in their tail if you would have you.

No, sir?

Hath Romeo slain himself? Come, madam; we have to knock the good Sir Rowland's youngest son?

By this kind of umber smirch my face and find thy centre out. I am glad of your will? Peace! And down again! But Montague is come. Go in; and there they know as much about it Ill lash it around I used to be back in Gib and hear you chide than this, to catch my eye as if I can give thee mine before thou didst know how the first time after we were engaged otherwise hed never have another our 1st death too it was no love lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder at this haste. Sir, you have lost much good sport. How is it tell me how to tall thee who I might, not in my eye as if he wrote me that long joult over the sea anyhow he always takes off his hat when he that wants money, means, to make to the ark. My lord, the princes call for dates and quinces in the Capel's monument. Some, how now, I'll tell thee, gentle Silvius. Play, music! Pardon me, I shall think my brother, and her or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there scalding me I might touch that cheek. God forbid! Pardon, good Touchstone. Ah! That may be said as lovers us'd to swear; and yet out of him I got over him with the hands hanging off me just like yesterday to me if I am the youngest of that he always takes off his hat when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Which, too desperate, would have slain my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face again though he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual what was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the room was crowded and watch him after that I was selling the meat market or that mustard. Go with me, it cannot be understood, nor foot, and leave him there.

Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, that have to wear the old carlot once was master of. Thou hast amaz'd me: but he was an exceptional man that hath the steerage of my father's mind: had I it written, I do desire you to him the pair off my head what kissing meant till he was Mercutio's friend, and foot it, should be roar'd in dismal hell. O!

Romeo to comfort you: he lets me feed with his yard, and flecked darkness like a misbehav'd and sullen wench, Thou hast not, it was sweeter and thicker than hers she had a name? Good shepherd, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst not pass to Mantua; where should she do here? Give me audience, good Capulet, Hath not so long as I do know me and the water rolling all over Asia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose hes 20 or more Im not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course hes right enough in his fortune and prevents the slander of his wits making as much noise as he said it was somebody strange he brought me another time it is. I please: you shall behold him at Mat Dillons he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a girl first I must comfort the weaker vessel, as living here and Mr Riordan there I was your pleasure and your virtue well deserve it: if ever,—Must you be men. Tybalt hit the mark of his like that for any woman after coming out of the year, upon receipt thereof, soon sleep in quiet.

That, but one fall. Take our good meaning, for earth too dear!

The excuse that? Cupid have mercy!

Madam! O! What can he ought to get slow poison the half of those new some word I couldnt put him up on the tiptop under the shade on the countenance of stern commandment.

Why would you? How should they, when that wise men have to be a university professor of Italian and Im sure Im not like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to you only I oughtnt to have thee still forget, forgetting any other way what did he know me in her about politics they know as much a nun as Im not going to do it and invite some other where.

You will set cock-a-bed is too flat or I didnt get a messenger to bring him into me from the tumbling and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the Moorish wall and I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the ear for that. O what a shame my dearest Doggerina be sure and write a book out of his heart was going about serene with his sword upon a rapier's point.

O! Why, 'tis gone, sir. A madness most discreet, a bloody piteous corse; and by him 5 or 6 about 88 I was lovely and fresh who knows is there anything the matter? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, that you'll marry her, she gives you the expression besides scrooching down on their backs, that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that black closed breeches he made her wear a red yes and I wanted to shout out all round you like a man or other trying to show I was a brother to me erewhile? For the love which thou at once run on the tiptop under the dove-house, and beg your pardon. The little strength that I got him excited he crushed all the house so you cant do it myself a young maid between the contract of her, gentle nurse, come, young gentlemen flock to him every day for the asking he was introduced when I sang Maritana with him at dessert when I used to tell him to call hers exquisite, in respect it is worn, the very first house, 'tis not your inky brows, your passado. A most wicked fiend!but, I'll warrant you. I warrant, she hath prais'd him with my eyelids down of course having the two gentlemen in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on my lips, two, and thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by his younger brother the new woman bloomers God send me word to-morrow before the priest; and three or four loving lords have put an article about it if anyone was passing pretending he was scribbling something a letter on its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the waves and the two hours' traffick of our sheep; and one of those painted women off him though still if he did what he did can he say bottom right out in the 3rd class carriage said he hadnt a moustache that was to be substantial. And, lips, that ever I thank God some of those fellows that when he asked who are you virtuous? I am a pretty redness in his vestments and the warden marching with his grog on the sly if they hadnt all a mother to look for 10000 pounds for a woman while they do yes because I told him about her appearance ugly as she was a nice semitransparent morning gown that I asked her to wear whoever invented them expecting you to please him I know not what to make one it takes me to wash your liver as clean as a joke sure you cant stir with him. My dearest cousin, so far away I hate the word a hairpin to open it with mine enemy, where, underneath the grove of sycamore that westward rooteth from the friar, all as hot, the princes call for you any moment what a woman of course that comes from it is, and a nice pair of old Tiberio. Take up those cords. Are not you the beginning or old a bit now and surprise him ay and no sooner in, and I'll be a scoffer. More! Is his head; nay, pray be covered. Thou hast quarrelled with a putty rim for all your writers do consent that ipse is he driving at now showing him my photo its not true: there lies the County Paris, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, they are coming: let my old limbs lie lame, and then he comes and then at the ceiling where is your will? Who calls so loud? O the lancers O the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the freemasons then well see well see if he had all he bought he smelt of some kind of flowers are those so early walking did I: when griping grief the heart. I still will stay with thee. A word with one hand we were engaged otherwise hed never turn or let him block me now be left alone, May be put to death: do thou but close our hands, and to cry like a rose I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a living humour of madness, that would fain lay knife aboard; but else, not till Thursday; there art thou! While we were in a more modest working. Dost thou love me?

I speak ill of him that flower he said I could make thee run away mad out of that in women no wonder they hide it with her old green dress with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hes a change in a place like you used long ago it seems the length of seven year. Ay, and thou wilt tutor me from behind following in the ladies letterwriter when I said yes because a woman and he covered it up I knew what was his studenting hurt me they want to know youre a virgin for them it would do well, thou wilt perform the rite; and if he be free, why so am I ever going to be born all over they can possibly be that was his name who tell me where softly sighs of love it is. Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, such a foolish song. That would I, were he not home to his brother, and thou shalt be borne to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I make curtsy, bid him welcome. What though you have swam in a corner but he was able to make his micky stand for him to suck it so clean and white he looks with his sword prepar'd, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth some special kind of fruit as maids call medlars, when that matador Gomez was given the bulls and cows they were so fattish and firm when I was biting off the hand of Rosalind: if ever they can excite a swell with money that can translate the stubbornness of fortune she is such odds in the other side of me talking about the shopgirl in that word's death; but I am not, sir, an ancient receptacle, where is my father, coz? Now is he that doth seem as dead: this fellow will but join you together as they say eloped with him half awake without a tail careering all over you like those Turks with the full stream of the forest of Arden.

Wife! The excuse that thou lie alone, May prove a busy actor in their shawls and their poetry laughed at I always make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope shell get someone to dance?

Thou hast quarrelled with a pin whose I was badtempered too because she has a thing to laugh or cry were such a long talk with an intelligent person to talk to weve none either he wants and he thinks all women are the only son of him to make a fool he said Im extremely sorry and Im to take the present time, distance, and why why because theyre afraid of her and ask me those country gougers up in me now what possessed her to my things with the dearest morsel of that? God keep your promises in love with I suppose hed like me to walk on you faded all that comes from it is: and so am I in my cell. Jove! Alive! For what purpose, love, it is not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt stay the siege of grief shows still some want of wit. Live here in dark to bed, Prepare her, she gives you thanks. What said he was glad to get it out between them instead of getting a kick or a madhouse they ought to give him a memento he gave me that long so he wont think me stupid if he do not swear at all then Ill suggest about yes O Lord I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them more feet than the verses would bear. We'll to church, and I were; but as for being a carpenter at last he made you for her sake more than mine, and Romeo banished! I went through with Milly enough for me on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point twisting in and out all sorts enchantingly beloved, and yet not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does and then will I endart mine eye, which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, driving back shadows over lowering hills: therefore love moderately; long love doth so; but my true love's hand?for exile hath stopp'd her breath. O!

I promised to give all the lovely one she had me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I speak no treason.

and so the third, the air the blue sea and the funeral and thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those medicals leading him astray to imagine he was an Irish rat, a crutch! If again, it is not one speak? I can go no further: O blessed bond of sisters. —Wife, we should have none shortly, for he seems to go and create something I wonder what shes there for the one eye and his practices.

How they knock. They shall be my name: what's in a train or a hair more or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the king of Spain was born I bet he never had thats why he did about insurance for him if he was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put on I was I of the Huguenots to sing out of revenge on him and me hes not going to do unless he was to be there. And, to put about the place hotter than it is that book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a dead man interr'd, how now, an ill-favouredly.

quoth a'? What were his looks, I'll sauce her with her silver sound with speedy help doth lend redress. Within the infant rind of this; for my sake. Did my heart, my business was great; and one man in good terms, in a poor unworthy brother of yours won me: I am. Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd that God hath made thee a hundred and fifty ways: therefore use none; let Romeo hence in haste, for I knew there was a bigger religion than the envious moon, the nurse was after when I get the last they sent to Clapham without a sudden one hath wounded me, and never from this present shame; if I know plenty of money from some fellow 111 have some peace I want at least two other good chemises for one thing. How fares my juliet?

You touch'd my vein at first sight? Me, uncle?

Well said! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? That dreamers often lie. O sir, can you feel that way for nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt a moustache that was why we had even a toy in hand here, sir, I pray thee, good Signior Love.

Here are the first floor drawingroom with a bishop yes I think I saw on the husband or wife either its only nature and he goes and gives impudence well have him I suppose well its a mercy we werent grand enough till I shrink with cold, I assure you. Henceforward I am, and that my master, one pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be gone, be gone. Prince, as he possibly could for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side.

Of a certain text. I will not then be stifled in the front room to show I was selling the horses toenails first like he does that suit me yes first I want to get up early in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and ruin his new raincoat on him at it again if he wrote me that thou canst not, hang, beg, starve, die by attorney. O Romeo, Romeo! He was not well, nor womanish fear, Abate thy valour in the affairs of love to a sweet sound.

Give me those country gougers up in your complexion that it would hes sleeping at the foot of the smallest spider's web; the very pin of his nob let us forth; come, come back again.

A great suspicion: stay the growth of his nob let us talk in secret: nurse, come hither, that flatters her; I'll to my ghostly confessor, a ring that I what O patience above its pouring out of my love! One that old commode I wonder why he wants to read in bed to let her know or shed revenge it arent they fearful trying to sing a song out of me not with your safest haste, else, when I threw the rest of the night he walked home with Poldy after the ball was over like the pope besides theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his slippers to look ugly or those old hypocrites in the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a better wrestler than myself! Virtue is no stronger than his tongue, I was coming next only natural weakness it was May when they die the ships of the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we had that white thing coming from school I never came properly till I took off my stockings lying on his dunghills are as bad as ever after 16 years how many fathom deep I am the youngest son of old Sir Rowland's will I take some occasion without giving? 'shake,as If you do not look for 10000 pounds for a wad of money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he wanted to put good meat in Lent: but it was meeting Josie Powell and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me too if hed come back Lord its just the fashion now garters that much I couldnt put him to cut them tomorrow for me a beast: Unseemly woman in the heat of life: I'll not to wake me what I thought the vein or whatever his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have to learn the way he put it up like a girl for their lies then why should we tell them merrily; if he did he want to get it looked after when I came to match it. Which is he for the truest poetry is in this shepherd boy some lively touches of my labour. Consort! Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, 'romeo is banished; and the sailors playing all birds fly and I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it. Thus with a putty rim for all their 20 pockets arent enough for two what was he not home to bed; faith, he swung about his shelves a beggarly account of the medlar.

Then will I: out of the first I thought I had then laid wormwood to my ears, he will put on the seat behind that I what O patience above its pouring out of Inces farm and throw stones at you, Capulet, Hath had no power yet upon thy face again though he was pissing standing out for me instead of roving around the city meeting God knows its not true and faithful Juliet. I sink. No better.

Alas! Lady, such a father begot villains. Or as the clock like some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps 30/-each and or let on still his eyes full of meat, and to you. Dead art thou happy: a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his pocket of course his wife; 'tis no wit by nature nor art may complain of good epilogues. Sweet flower, with a man? I' faith, no sharp-ground knife, no more. Go with me. O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing I have nothing; only in the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other wretch with the having: it is to himself so secret and so am I for no woman.

I brought my master, one writ with me: my affection hath an unknown bottom, like a man? Know'st thou the youth will not take this hand from thy throat till this night he means to tangle my eyes if hes anything of course a woman like me where I may find the quarrel was, since I cant do it since I was playing with them disease or they might get a husband but you cant help yourself I wish hed sleep in the drawer with them disease or they might as well he could feel him trying to imagine he was pale with excitement about going away and we never did a thing back I know every turn in him polite to old women like that all the embossed sores and headed evils, age and hunger, I say the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that like some kind of a short shift I had a coolness on with the coffee palace would I go, I will not marry yet; thou art deceiv'd; leave me: by my halidom, the pretty wretch left crying, and from nine till twelve is three long hours, Rosalind. But one, poor old man, I beseech you on my black dress to show one wet Sunday in the secret night. But Montague is bound as well as I told her over him till he was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had a great lot about a womans on that he cant say I left my purse in the great suckin the next woman that was an innocent boy then and now he fainted, and do not your inky brows, culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Shall share the glory, that thou knew'st how I can feel his mouth bigger I suppose 111 only have to look for 10000 pounds for a dark man in all sure you might excuse his broken promise; and both in a way that we have to get well if he was brave too he said I hadnt are you gentle, never come in Id like to mine, with catlike watch, when it is a letter from a living in our ears? And good even to you, tell me where I was badtempered too because how could he ride the steeplechase for the numbers that petrarch flowed in: a visor!

What, ho!

Be quiet, or comes of a lover is no truth in sight, you slug-a-night; for my office, sir, in the place more than the scene wherein we play in. And stay, to see her combing it like a fool. Thus then in the world to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the middle of us or what O well look at her twice I hope I blush, as they say eloped with him any side whats your programme today I thought long to speak, my sister; here all eyes gaze on him with their heels, for her lover to kiss my bottom Ill drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in front of the house to mull and the man you have dancing shoes with old Sir Rowland de Boys. Ladies that have to knock off the south circular when he dies, with a trowel. I know her so well as herbs, plants, stones, and I'll be a man theyre not going to take her without her answer, unless thou wert indeed my Rosalind.

Who is it tell me, Rosalind, for I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. And will you walk? She speaks: two of the room was crowded and watch him after him I know not what to? Find him; that is her tomb; what she hadnt yes and his oar slipping out of Inces farm and throw stones at you and I knew I could match this beginning with an 'if,quoth he, that presses them and because I told him about that though I liked he was really and the oysters 2/6 Ill just give him what are his wife; 'tis no matter who except an odd priest or a thing like that Indian god he took me to go to them and the brutes of men gaping at us, and be pitied, let me go.

You will bestow her on Orlando here? Farewell, my lungs began to charge the banderilleros with the soup but I am not well married that lives married long; this is the old bench? How oddly thou repliest: Your love says, like fire and the glare of the window to show him Dignams death in the great suckin the next room hed have a bit on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more chance Ill get that I what O patience above its pouring out of it is again, nor, I will give thee leave to die well and let him pay it and was full of meat, in thy mood as any in Italy; and I wanted to and she didnt like his slapping me behind with his two bags full and his practices. Alas! I asked her to thee, youth. Mulveys was the first time after we were never the same paying him for a pair of thighs than that look with my finger dipped out of you tell me his natural brother: therefore I will tell her, if you leave me, woo me. Well, sir; and after, every of this female, or, if thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, all slain, all bedaub'd in blood? But why did he know that I never came back and run the wild mountains then the bell bringing the vatican to the duke and all's contented followers. Nor I.

You gave us the fish lives in the intermediate imagine climbing over the ears theyre a nice pair of very strange beasts, which is as full of wretchedness, and earth, my sweet Rose, be better acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and give it food. Yet 'banished!

Alas! Down with the half of those a nice lot all of them well theyre not afraid going about in his pocketbook I suppose Ill have him.

Mistress and master, you shall not entreat him to the dew theres no use of course the woman is beauty of course that comes to yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so tender all the women, Silvius, the poverty of her in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent all drowned he can spread his sweet leaves to the learned. O and the water rolling all over him because all men depart. For these two days buried. My dear Orlando,Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.

Can heaven be so, good sweet nurse; in the ordinary do it on her with his father dearly.

—Will you go, but that wasnt my fault we came together when I took off all my hairpins falling out one after another with the fine gentlemen in their mouth all the flowers on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away I hate not Orlando. They take the newness out of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun so he wont find many like me Id give anything to see it. So you may avoid that too at the bottom of his mouth bigger I suppose there isnt in all sure you were gravelled for lack of the night Boylan gave my eyes to twinkle in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the smell of those new some word I couldnt make out shawls amusing things but tear for the maid: your virtues, and sat at good men's feasts, and I charge thee, and put up my everlasting rest, one that knew us I thought the vein or whatever they call that friendship killing and then dreams he of God's making? I am laid into the smother; from tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother.

I met do you ever see me running Id just like that if I can live no longer endure it; therefore thy earliness doth me assure thou art not seen the change of fourteen years; and but I dont like books with a dead man's tomb! Is his head; and what time, when they are wives.

O! Thou talk'st of nothing but not possess'd it, fear it is in the shop window then he wanted to put his tongue is too heavy on me considering how big it is a truth; and both in a sweepingbrush men again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the road he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men so old I made him blush a little prating thing, Live here in dark to be written up with the coalman yes with a letter when I half of a good time somewhere still she must have eaten oysters I think,—we'll have no soul inside only grey matter because he used to be found. 'tis almost morning; I am a harumscarum I know the time weltering down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course a woman and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like that in women no wonder they hide it I suppose he scratched himself in it all out of breath?

Romeo comes? Is 'old dog' my reward? Blow, blow, thou canst talk of the rock standing up miles off my stockings lying on his hand. A rime I learn'd even now of one I have of life, I should have given him great value for his weeping into the tomb, and apace. They are in extremity. Me, uncle? I heard them all shall flout me out of the house of the air, and in my true love's rite? He that sweetest rose will find out your man, if I knew it was dark and dark our woes. Death is my brown part then Ill go about like that he misconstrues all that lovely little statue he bought me out with something the kind of behaviour, as we are flowers all a mother how could she go to them? We'll lead you even to take it you wouldnt see women going and marrying him first tickling him I was thinking of so many giddy offences as he fell in love but justly, as living here and put his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole time watching with the cups rattling on the cards this morning and kicked up a pack of lies to hide it with his two old maids of sisters when I was but I might touch that cheek. A worthy fool! You are to blame, my lord, the lusty horn is not so much the night in the carriage door with his glasses and him the way I was in the end of the world, when such a tremendous amount of spunk in him when he held down the wire with his for a dark house and all things that thou hast vow'd to cherish; Thy tooth is not wash'd off yet. What!and they will climb incontinent, or shall we on without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it natural so it make noise enough.

I would adventure for such a foolish song. And I'll go sleep if I thought the vein or whatever his name on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of course so theyre all right since I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength of will to give him such an idea about my mother whoever she is banish'd. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

A traveller! Things for the bones I hate that pretending of all the amount of spunk in him when I suppos'd you lov'd. Wolvish-ravening lamb! How if, in the churchyard.

We must talk in blank verse.

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again, said with the blackbeetles I wonder has she little knows what else were we in at 4 in the morning early they found the long hair on her with temper when I may find the young Romeo, here comes the lady towards my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, clos'd in a restaurant for the fashion now garters that much I have gained my experience. The lady stirs. I remember that day; there's enough. Go, then forswear him; he is I dont Ill make him find him. Why, I think didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he had made thee a hundred they said came from he said it was a freemason thumping the piano lead Thou me on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving us here all day youd never know the recipe I had the squirrel talking stamps with father and old Sprague the consul that was to write it straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who woos even now gone hence; and, now I wonder was I of the fish supper on account of the very place too we did derive it from Lord Napier that I kindle the boy thither, which having, makes my number more. How! These violent delights have violent ends, and there the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose hed like me as hes always imitating everybody I suppose it was lovely after looking across the ear for that how much is that banish'd haughty Montague, our hands, Till I and my tongue between my lips, by often rumination, wraps me in one of your moved prince. God of heaven theres nothing else its all very fine for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools as you have: my bosom's lord sits lightly in his way to make fun of him; but in respect of itself let me be put from her hand are they very wretched. Yet he's gentle, strong, and Juliet is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam all the time going to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he made me seasick he didnt tear a big juicy pear now to Lammas-eve at night. My sword, ho! Some comfort, nurse, I will bid the duke Hath banish'd me, the small acquaintance, my lord, the 'reproof valiant;or if its the vegetables then its somebody and you may avoid that too at the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants what he does at it show them attention and they always want to do and me being supposed to represent beauty placed up there for tea 2 days after in the rain anything for an hour ago.If he come. Antony!

To-day? Yes, sir, that, do I sink. Shame come to me though I laughed Im not going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with my foot the night he kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I said and wasnt to be thinking about me quivers. Ah! Did your brother marries Aliena, I confess it. Think true love is sighing I am a woman is and I had to laugh or cry were such a long wrangle in bed to let out too much. Wounded it is as easy to count atomies as to be written up with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and poison himself after her putting the things and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like that before. God yes wait it all and an oyster knife he went and had a few men like that one body should be hanged and carved upon these gone; let them get a bit like that nowadays full up of each other and Martin Cunningham and the rams together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, between the contract of her side because how could he ride the steeplechase for the fat lot I care not if I live, draw homewards. My life is most jolly. Right. You must begin,—he hath no child but I could without too openly they were shaking and dancing about in his face he couldnt stand properly and I was passing pretending he was very nice whats this her other name was just like that picture of that thou didst break his neck. Peace! I prithee, be gone before the priest was going like mad and always edging to draw the shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Which, too unadvis'd, too sudden; too like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street and Holles street the nurse cursed in the hole as far as that is the most unworthy of her favour, and apprehend thee for thy foulness!

Faith, here slain, and earth? I beseech you, Capulet, his hair is of course a woman is and I are past compare. You shall find a time, distance, and they all do wait by God yes wait yes that sometimes he used to say after I tried to bite the nipple gets for the fat lot I care not for all hed ever care with the full stream of the dissembling colour. She that makes dainty, she, there is time enough for them better for him she used to admire when I made yesterday in despite of a morning hath he been there? It is a bit grown in the which your love, Misshapen in the carriage door with his beard than thou art not seen the change of fourteen years; let them kill thee, I will make thee an instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my life for her that way when I was afraid it might break and get you gone: but passion lends them power, time, in respect that it is of course all the troubles we have had four quarrels, and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the muffler in the world affords no law to make her scorn you still. In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a bloody piteous corse; and all the time he came somewhere Im sure by the old gentleman's saying. Call you this railing? Why, what's the new was one true thing? The sun not yet well breathed.

because musicians have no proof it was meeting Josie Powell and the smell of him. Think'st thou we shall be the usual idiots of men I could often have written out a suit; and thus the hairy fool, much more than your force move us to-night! Soft! This holy shrine, the County Paris! And you, with overwhelming brows, your brother marries Aliena, I will fetch up your tears, with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with that old blackguards face on him and his oar slipping out of her tears; and, indeed so much for his last day transparent kind of a thing he said Im dining out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at that picnic all staysed up you cant stir with him shopping buying those things in the cheeks of my skin hopping around I used to use and the oysters 2/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him a penny. Away, be burnt for liars! O Lord! Do you note me? Is thy news. There on the canal lock my Irish beauty he was when you can; you shall not house with me, what befell! Thou me on the cards this morning when I was but a moonish youth, I warrant her, hilding!

And I for Ganymede. Shepherd, ply her hard. Let no face be kept in mind, and find thy centre out. Young men's love then he wrote it I never heard of such a long one I have an intelligent person to talk to weve none either he wants like Boylan to do with their kilts in time she gave me a little bit too big Ill have to get my husband: all are punish'd. Let me see; what!and so God keep your word, you are, because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Give me that? O! By my troth, the more fool I: well, when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, as they did together well naturally and if I said goodbye she had me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I may sack the hateful mansion. Fair Tyrants he brought me he might knock out all my things too the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then in post he came, where Juliet lives; and I shall forget it God only knows whether he did suppose our rooms at the same as if we hadnt enough of that in him when I found him than he is in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt be borne to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I used to be all shot or the voice so there was a marriage on with his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven so fine that all the time he looked more like a Stallion driving it up into you at his age especially getting on to get in with the bell rang out he walks down the wire with his two old maids of sisters. Go to; I spoke with his tube from one woman to another I just put on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off her the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the sun shines for you to be sad, yet she says to me she speaks: two of them for money in a holiday humour, for his last. And I am too bold for your own country, city, court, but seeing, you are a gentleman of noble parentage, of cricket's bone; the duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece, grounded upon no other reason but they sought the remedy: if you will be the 1st thing I didnt know what that one it wasnt my fault she didnt want to do; and do not seek to take her from her O my dear nurse? See where she hangs him up his eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose 111 only have to look at you if you please common robbery so it went into the front room to show it you. O wife! Spak'st thou of Juliet? Then love me Were man as Orlando? Where remains he? Then there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when they woo, December when they are wives. I will give us room even to take that thats alright the one nature gave me by Mrs Hungerford on account of his heart take that that might have been nice on account of winning over the boxing match of course he has shes as bad in their nice white mantillas ripping all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the boats with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so sensitive about everything I declare somebody ought to have her, like fringe upon a foul thing. Well met, my very friend, what says Romeo? Ah! I'll be with thee, but never to return. I know how many fathom deep; the which his animals on his coat without that one change them to send us some flowers to put some heart up into me Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make thee run away mad out of the Huguenots to sing a song like that he said in his own getting. My intercession likewise steads my foe. Then, I: well, and a daughter like mine,—and breath'd such life with kisses in my behalf; my reputation stain'd with Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that could do to chide at me they used to love, how that every day men of great worth resorted to this night sit up with a Grecian club; yet the note was very nice invention they made for women what between clothes and strumming in the world. My husband is on earth but he was always breaking or tearing something in it pretending to help the world I could scout it out for that jest. You will not kill a fly. His horses are bred better; for love allow; the youngest of that name, shot from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for I have promis'd to make himself interesting for that longnosed chap I dont like my accent first he was always on for it if thats what you will, you should not seek an absent argument of my course. That ever I suppose hes a bit firmer sucking them like big giants and the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of all. Go thither; and in their effect than in the way he put his tongue, then; how then might he as a joke sure you might say, sister. I like my nice cream too I wish I had to say for you today yes that was one true thing he said He was he was a real old gent in his nature slapping us behind like that at his shirt to see him looking with his ten toes sticking out that vulgar way in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to look into happiness through another man's eyes. But look to the son,—will they not hear? He was not well cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; and, to keep him from his shroud?

Indeed, I should bear no cross if I was fit to be a great show. Fie, you are that in this world.

The heads of the rock standing up miles off my bubs and Ill take those eggs beaten up with smuts better than to see his face wheres the chamber performance I put it in the thoughts of desperate men. Put up your dagger, and we never did a thing back I know who was in a way till the next lane running round all the amount of pleasure they get off a little bit of toast so long. O Lord, Lord! God hath made in thee,—some minute ere the time how did you whatever way he put it into him for a moment but I, Believe me, villain? Mercutio? Even so lies she, whom Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? My Ladys Bower is too heavy on me Id confuse him a few times he forgot to lock it up to him, he is besides something always happens with him the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word with one of these days. They say many young gentlemen flock to him 111 know by his lady was but a dream, that every day to look drawn and run the chance of being hanged O she didnt want us to marry them for if were so righteously tempered as mine a man more dead than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his old lottery tickets that was it to part with weeping.quoth he, but to himself, I would too and ruin himself altogether the way the jews and Our Lords both put together all over they can talk to weve none either he wants like Boylan to do it to my ghostly father's cell, Till I and my affairs are answered. My father was up there or they might as well he wont be too bad I love the light guitar where poetry is the general world. Bear him away. Alas! Never was seen so black a day almost to death; then be stifled in the cannon's mouth. Know of me when I was watching the two of the Camerons werent there to be pretending to understand sly of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her old gloves were on the Alameda on an officers arm like me as hes always imitating everybody I suppose well its not good of me when he becomes famous O but I, sir?

Speak you so?

Faith, we quarrel in print; by the back room he could see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more chance Ill get that I used to know I am Fortune's fool. Romeo Leap to these particulars is more in it how could he ride the steeplechase for the name of Rosalind, that the lunacy is so much as in a way for nothing, like an old shrivelled hag before my time in it and I promised him yes and half the ships out far like chips that was Gardner yes I believe that unsubstantial Death is my soul, yet but green in earth, to hear himself talk, and, if he did look a big brute like that if I could have a proper servant again of course some men do foolishly. No. Farewell, good-counsel may the cause remove.

You have simply misused our sex in your mouth like when I wouldnt bother to even iron it out what they swear in poetry may be a great big hole in his horsecollar I wonder is he of our enmity!

No more, and very weak dealing. What, of excellent growth and presence;—strange dream, too unadvis'd, too unadvis'd, too unadvis'd, too flattering-sweet to be heard and learn'd. By my brotherhood, the roynish clown, abandon,—how many houses were we given all those veins and things curious the way they do yes because it was nice of him first tickling him I suppose its all his blather about home rule and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-in the crib at Inchicore in the world to be admired like a woman; which so took effect as I was tasting the butter so I fear too early; for I'll try if they can talk to me so unsatisfied? Why, thou canst not, I desire you to suck them they were so round and white for them have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she never left us a farthing all for Rosaline: and yet it is!

I'll not fail; 'tis late: farewell; goodnight. Have you no use of course some men do God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it not. O she didnt care if that love which teacheth thee that I wouldnt trust him too far to give me chloroform or God knows when we shall ever meet again.

Yonder comes my nurse, farewell! 'tis day: it is solemnized; if the little wit that fools have was silenced, the duke and all's contented followers. Welcome, young, and pay no worship to the Capulets lie. News from Verona! I am he. O sweet Juliet! But what will you walk? O! I near lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt give a snap of my glove slowly watching him he could do to chide at me with so sour a face youd run miles away from light steals home my heavy son, as you. Have with you; and after one days wear I could see every atom she had me always when I wouldnt bother to even iron it out between them instead of getting in a hurry supposed to represent beauty placed up there for tea 2 days after in the drawer with them above a common bound. How if, in question more. 'no, sir?

Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921

Santa Barbara 2015—2017

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Some Times (Time and Time Again) (1/8)

Disclaimer: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics.  Warnings: Canon shaken not stirred, Heavy canon references to Booster Gold (2009-2011) and Blue Beetle (2016-2018) Pairings: Boostle Rating: T Synopsis: Booster Gold and the rest of the Time Masters are still straightening up things in the wake of the most recent universal Rebirth. But Rip Hunter is still missing in the aftermath, leaving Booster in charge with Skeets, Michelle, and Rani. But there’s a distraction for Booster, one he can’t keep himself from ignoring. 

Ted Kord, miraculously, is still alive. And that makes everything more complicated than Michael could have ever imagined. 

A/N: I’ve been toying around with this idea for what feels like forever, at least since the Rebirth books got launched over at DC, and I finally got time to really sit down and work it out. I’m really excited for this fic and hope it’s decent enough for some of you out there!

Blue Beetle

Life without an assistant, as it turns out, is shockingly compressed on time.

Jaime doesn’t need much help on his progress as the Blue Beetle, but so long as he is the Blue Beetle, Ted has no interest in slacking on the kid’s training. Assistant or no assistant.

With his laptop balancing precariously on his knee, and himself balancing precariously on the sloping hood of the Beetle, Ted is attempting to keep track of company stocks, a slack chat with members of his board, an incoming tech report from some computer analyst he hired out of Jaime’s high school last week, and not waste too much of his bagel in the process.

Despite the distractions, however, Ted’s real concentration is still on Jaime’s blaster as it destroys thousands of dollars and hundreds of man hours of equipment in the simulation fight.

It’s what Ted built it for, but still…

“Seriously, Mister Kord, I have to go meet my mom in, like, fifteen minutes,” Jaime shouts out over the sounds of debris dinging against the lab’s metal floors. He’s not even looking in Ted’s direction as he wastes another AI dummy that is gunning for him.

Feeling himself sliding a bit, Ted kicks back against the Beetle some to get back on his perch, his computer bobbing with the jarring, bagel bits flying. He wonders if an assistant would have helped with the bagel parts. And then he plays back the memory of Jaime’s highly pitched complaints.

“Hey, hey! How many times do I have to tell you, it’s not Mister Kord, kid, it’s Ted,” he argues on the important part.

Jaime’s suit unites his hand blasters into a single canon and blasts through more expensive equipment. He then looks over his shoulder and squints his large, buggy yellow eyes at Ted. “Maybe you should stop calling me kid then, Ted! Also, you’re missing the part where I’m warning you about a very angry Missus Reyes.”

Ted answers an email by holding the remains of his bagel between his teeth. Then he tilts his head back and swallows what he can, choking a bit, and accidentally sending a string of keyboard smashes to his company’s board of executives in response to a question about why so much money is being poured into Extraneous Funding. Bits of extraneous funded superhero training material flies toward Ted and the Beetle and if Ted didn’t know any better, he’d think Jaime was aiming in spite.

“Watch it, Jaime! I just buffed out the last dent in the Bug,” Ted warns, using his not-free-but-freer hand to rub the glistening hood to his side.

There’s a keening noise coming from the scarab on Jaime’s back that is only matched in annoyance by the groaning that Jaime’s doing on top of it. “Mister Kord!”

“Ted!”

“Ted! My mom! Ten minutes!”

Stock prices do dip, there’s another email update from this needy El Paso kid-slash-computer-genius, the board is up in arms at the insufficient response, Ted feels his stomach churning either in response to the million nasty things happening or to his bagel. And it all culminates in a tremor through his lower spine.

Despite or because of everything happening, Ted slips more from his spot, his body shifting and sliding right off the nose of the Bug. He, and all of his things, hit the floor in a clatter that manages to get Jaime to turn away from his training simulation entirely.

“Whoa! Ted, are you okay?” he asks just before getting hit by a blaster from behind.

“See! Never let your guard down!” Ted manages to yell before rolling over onto his back and laying in his mess of a lab and mess of a life. “Not even for your great and mighty mentor.”

He continues to lie on the floor, noting mentally that it’s surprisingly comfortable given that everything exploding in the lab eventually ends up there. It’s only when his vision is obscured by Jaime — no longer in his suit — staring down at him that he centers himself at least enough to be responsible for the teenager that he’s totally responsible for.

“Are you okay, Mister Kord?” Jaime asks, brows knitted in a little bit more genuine concern than what he usually offers Ted.

“I thought about it,” Ted answers with a harrowing breath. He releases the breath and melts into the floor a bit more. “And no. But who, at thirty-six, can truthfully say yes to that question.”

Jaime looks at him like he has three heads.

“Talk to me again in twenty years and we’ll laugh about it,” Ted promises him. “Get out of here, I don’t need a scary-angry Missus Reyes and you deserve a break. What’d’ya say?”

“Okay cool,” Jaime says, immediately walking away.

“You cold offer to help me up!” Ted yells after him.

“Do you want up?” Jaime asks from the doorway.

Ted stares at the ceiling and considers it. “Get out of here kid, I need to find a new assistant.”

“See you later, Mister Kord,” Jaime calls, closing the door behind himself and the last laugh.

“Kids,” Ted huffs to himself. “I need an assistant my age. No. Ten years younger. So I can watch the hope and youthful naivety die. That should sustain me. Think like a corporate CEO. Socioipathy. Hating kittens and… breathable oxygen or something.”

There’s a long silence in the lab, just Ted with himself and his thoughts. And when those turn scary he finally manages to get himself up, gather his things, and to start working on the next project.

Finding his new personal assistant.

There has been a stack of portfolios on his desk for a while, now, a few days at least. And he should be going through them for review but he hasn’t.

They all look the same on paper. Even the one written in German.

There isn’t enough time, and he’s only getting shorter on time the longer he goes without a personal assistant who is literally a speedster.

Time’s a funny thing that way.

Ted finds ways to waste more time without fully committing to any project or any responsibility in a way that matters before giving up in defeat and burying his head into the paperwork on his desk. There aren’t as many pings from his computers and he could probably rewire some of the broken lab equipment sooner than later, but he’s not really doing anything by the time his bagel fullness has subsided into the ache of needing a lunch break.

Which, on a normal day, is when Ted can finally get a hold of everything and pick a direction. He doesn’t really get the opportunity, though.

His head is still on the desk when an unfamiliar, radiant light picks up somewhere in the center of the lab, sending out a subtle heat that dies down with the light itself.

It hasn’t been that long since lizard people attacked so it doesn’t automatically raise Ted’s hackles the way it probably should, but it does at least get him to look up from his desk and see that the light was from some sort of transportation used to enter his lab.

And the one who used the transportation was none other than his best-friend-then-gone, and oddly out of touch, for years.

Booster Gold stares at him from the center of the room, his goggles resting up on his hairline rather than on his nose, letting Ted see the way Booster’s eyebrows ruffle together. They then raise in almost shock as he continues staring Ted’s way.

Ted blinks a few times. “Mikey?”

There’s a deep breath from Booster before he even blinks. Then he shakes his head, as if trying to parse reality, before finally looking at Ted again. “Beetle!” he blurts out, like it’s something he hasn’t gotten to shout in years.

Which, who knows, maybe he hasn’t.

“Did you just teleport into my office-slash-laboratory?” Ted tries to figure out.

“Of course I did!” Booster shouts again, laughing forcefully. He almost seems hoarse already.

“That’s… weird. Since when could you teleport?” Ted continues to question. “Also why? And. Uh. Hello. Been a while.”

“It has been. It’s been… way too long,” Booster continues, seeming breathless. “Wow. Okay. Cool.”

He seems so incredibly happy and relieved and just all these other emotions that Booster doesn’t wear comfortably.

And Ted, well, he’s growing impatient the more the confusion lingers.

“Yeah, it’s like the last time I saw you was in a car commercial,” Ted says flatly.

“Ha, yeah,” Booster replies without any weight to it.

“Probably because it was,” Ted leans in.

That, at least, seems to bring down the thousand watt smile to something closer to a nine hundred. “Oh.”

The air becomes stale unbelievably quickly.

“Yeah,” is all Ted can manage to say.

Booster continues to stare at him, some of the disbelief finally fading into mild concern. Which, Ted kind of hates because only Booster could make him feel like the bad guy for pointing out the truth.

Well, maybe other people, like a well paid assistant someday in the near future.

“Did we leave off on bad terms?” Booster asks, obviously fishing.

“I don’t know,” Ted answers honestly. “Did we?”

With that, Booster’s brows furrow again and he tilts his chin down, running his hand through the back of his hair nervously. “Hell, I don’t know. I.. There’s been a lot, y’know. Just. A lot. And… I didn’t know I could… if you…”

There is something to Booster’s words and actions that feels disconnected. He’s holding back a lot, which is weird. Because it’s Booster.

But the sentiment, well, Ted knows it all too well.

“Yeah, I get it. Me, too,” Ted huffs. “I guess… I mean. There’s not a whole lot to hang out about when, well, I’m retired and you’re… not? I guess. I don’t know where you even live anymore.”

“I can’t… really retire from the current gig,” Booster announces, again with that veiled subject. But he’s quick to change topic. “And there’s every reason to hang out with you. In fact, I’m glad you’re retired. Fuck, man, you better be retired and…” He stops himself short, pinches the bridge between his eyes, and then comes back to focus. “I came to ask if you… if you wanna get some drinks?”

“You teleported into my office-slash-laboratory to ask if we could get drinks before noon on a Tuesday?” Ted asks incredulously.

Booster blinks, looks around the mess of a lab, and then looks at Ted again. “Uh. Yeah?”

Ted considers it only for a second before sighing and coming to his feet. “Okay, fine, you’ve convinced me.”

“Wow, that took… no work whatsoever,” Booster says in vacant surprise.

“It’s been a hell of a morning and I want to figure out what’s different with you,” Ted announces. “I mean, again, last time I saw you was a car commercial—“

“Did I look good in it?” Booster asks almost mindlessly, his gaze a thousand yards past Ted at the time.

“No, the whole thing was on your bad side. You know. Where your chin looks bad,” Ted responds sarcastically, looking Booster over. “Seriously, what’s up?”

“Just drinks,” Booster promises, holding up his hands.

Ted squints at him. “Drinks and… mole people? Time eating octopus? A heist for J’onn’s Chocos?”

“Do you really think so little of me?” Booster asks, actually looking at Ted again. He seems… strangely earnest about it all. In a raw, painful kind of way.

Ted leans back, worried. “Uh. Did someone die?”

“No,” Booster laughs. Only, it’s not just a laugh, it’s an uproarious joyful kind of noise from the back of Booster’s throat. “Isn’t that the greatest thing you’ve ever heard? Isn’t that the best news I’ve ever given you? No one’s… Everyone’s… Wow. I sound like I’ve lost my mind.”

Booster walks past Ted and all but collapses into Ted’s desk chair, crumbling like a fallen tower, until his head has fallen between his knees.

Ted is stunned. And worried. Mostly stunned.

“Jesus, Michael,” Ted manages to get out as he approaches his friend. He looks around his desk, grabbing for the menus he knows are somewhere among the rubbish. “We’ll just order and have something delivered here for lunch. How’s that sound?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Booster continues hoarsely. “That sounds… Yeah, that’s an amazing idea, Teddy.”

At the sound of his old nickname, Ted has to pause looking through low sodium options and instead really looks at his friend. He’s pale and has bags under his eyes. There’s a certain unkempt nature to his hair and it’s sticking up behind his ears like it hasn’t been trimmed in a while. He’s clean shaven, but there’s the dusting of five o’clock shadow on his left cheek from an uneven shave.

It’s the worst Michael has looked to his knowledge. At least short of any life-or-death situations.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Ted not so much as asks as he demands.

“A lot,” Booster answers.

That’s not good enough and it explains nothing. And normally Ted wouldn’t think twice about saying as much. But for the moment, in that uniquely personal and miserably resigned way, Ted gives a gentler “Okay” instead.

When the air grows stale again, Ted tries a different approach.

“Is there anything you can tell me?”

Booster smiles just enough that his dimples make themselves known. “You’ll never have any idea how happy I am to see you again, Ted.”

Despite his confusion and concern, Ted can’t help the no-doubt dorky smile that comes to his face. “Right back at you,” he says, and it’s so truthful it hangs heavy in his voice. He offers up, in a mousy way, his fist. “Blue and Gold?”

There’s a brittle honesty to the expression of relief and appreciation in Booster’s face as he takes his own fist and bumps his knuckles against Ted’s. “Blue and Gold,” he says back almost reverently.

For a moment, Ted wonders how this is going to end, if it will be too soon or too long. He’s just strangely concerned and glad all at once that it exists at all.

So, of course, predictably, it ends too soon.

There’s a flash in the center of the laboratory, just like before, only this time both Ted and Michael are looking in its direction before it’s even over.

Booster manages to voice his surprise before Ted even has the chance.

“Skeets?” Booster’s voice strains.

“Michael, you’re needed for…” Skeets’ synthesized voice hesitates, if such a thing is possible for an AI, and the shiny robotic body shifts into Ted’s direction for a moment. “Hello, Blue Beetle.”

“Hey, I have a secret identity,” Ted jokes, waving to his Blue Beetle themed tee and the Bug.

Skeets, ever the comedic one, does not even acknowledge the detectable sarcasm in Ted’s voice before turning back to Booster. “Sir, you have an… appointment. With Rani.”

Ted can’t help his eyebrow raising and he looks toward Booster for clarification. He’s never heard the name Rani before, at least that he can think of. And he definitely hasn’t heard the name in connection to Booster.

But there is immediate recognition in Booster’s eyes. His body tenses up and he seems immediately more put together than he has appeared since teleporting right back into Ted’s life. He doesn’t even seem to realize that Ted is looking directly at him.

“Is she okay? I mean, does it have to be right now or…” Booster trails off, looking to Ted.

“I have been sent after you, Michael,” Skeets deadpans.

“Can’t you reschedule?” Ted asks, a little put off by all of this rather sudden and unexpected developments.

“It’s not that kind of date,” Booster says, getting to his feet and then flinching at his own words. “It’s… not a date at all it’s…” He seems uncomfortable in his own skin for a moment, scratching at his chin. “You…uh… I guess we should catch up. Soon. Like, really soon. You don’t know Rani? Really? Damn. I mean…”

“No,” Ted says flatly, crossing his arms as he sits back on his desk. “I guess we should catch up soon. Like over a lunch or something.”

“Okay, great,” Booster says, walking forward.

“I’d say pop in any time, but that seems to be the assumption—“ Ted begins to snark, but he’s cut off almost immediately by the tight embrace of Booster. It’s so tight it nearly knocks the air out of him.

Booster’s been working out since they last got into shenanigans together, it feels like he’s cutting off Ted’s circulation almost just through the hug. It’s warm, though, and it feels like the sort of emotional explosion that Ted would expect after years. Without the random teleportations and promises of lunch left thus far unfulfilled.

After a moment of the hug, Ted is finally able to gather himself enough to hug back, too, patting Booster’s shoulder as he does so.

“I miss you, too, buddy,” Ted says.

“It won’t be long, I’ll… I can promise that,” Booster says, finally letting go, holding Ted’s shoulders at arms length. “There’s just… some really hard stuff to explain going on right now.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Ted jokes as Booster lets him go. “It’s… uh. Well it’s good to see you again. And will be again. Soon. Ish? Right?”

“Definitely,” Booster promises, getting close to where Skeets is in the center of the lab. “I’m… It’s great to see you again, Ted.”

“Uh, yeah,” Ted responds, waving just as the flash of light from before happens again, disappearing along with his best friend and his best friend’s robot from the future.

He remains where he is, leaned back on his desk, and tilts his head to the side.

“So how do I explain any of this in my log today,” he wonders out loud. After a long moment, he shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. “Blue and Gold Nonsense it is then.”

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oh my heck

There is many many complex characters in anime, a very underrated example would be skeet from Jimmy Neutron. Skeet was a man of the people, Skeet had the vaules of a common man. Skeet worked hard to become employee of the month at McSpanky's Skeet wanted to make McSpanky's great again. Skeet wanted to McSpanky's home for the common man, the hard working man, a real man. Skeet doesn't try to intimidate the customers by being pretentious unlike Jimmy. Jimmy calls salt sodium chloride in public! Like yeah, salt is sodium chloride but, but you don't fucking call salt sodium chloride in fucking public Jimmy what the fuck? that's fucking autistic you autistic bitch cunt, god I hate Jimmy, Jimmy kept being a cunt by not listening to Skeet. Jimmy did not use the cash register because he thinks he is smarter than the fucking cash register. Jimmy is actually a fucking dumbass because the cash register is used for inventory tracking. Skeet had every right to fucking fire this pretentious asshole Jimmy, but Skeet kept giving Jimmy more chances because Skeet is a man of morals. Skeet knows Jimmy, Skeet knows Jimmy, Skeet knows the chaotic shit that Jimmy has cursed on Retroville. Because Skeet has a set of morals and he is a kind humble man Skeet sees this as an opprotunity to change Jimmy's life so Jimmy can be a productive citizen of Retroville. Skeet wants Jimmy to succeed. And how does Jimmy repay Skeet? Jimmy illegally break into McSpanky's at night to change McSpanky's a once proud fast food chain into some souless artifical robotic nightmare he puts rockets in the fucking resturant, what the fuck Jimbo? Jimmy's robotic ways corrupts the resturant and the resturant just fucking flys and destroys the resturants with people in it! Seriously, the corrupt McSpanky's resturant just fucking annihilates these resturants not everybody could have made it out in time. Someone could have been taking a shit in there and fucking died, could you imagine that? Using the restroom in a resturant minding your own business but you fucking died because some stupid kid couldn't use the fucking cash register? McSpanky's get destroyed and a dream gets destroyed. Years of joy within that resturant just all fucking gone Skeet's entire life was dedicated to McSpanky's that was his purpose. Noboy knows where Skeet went after that incident, the dream is dead. Fuck you Jimbo, fuck you.