#did we make every single mistake conceivable while doing it? hell yes

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

The current situation is Israel is very confusing to a lot of people, and the word "colonizers" is thrown a lot in conversations, social media and protests. If you are not sure whether you can or should call Israel a colonial state, here is a handy guide divided by origin-country of the speaker:

The UK: OUR INDEPENDENCE IS LITERALLY FROM YOU!

Italy: THIS IS LITERALLY ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!

Egypt, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Greece, North Macedonia, Turkey, Mongolia: Every single one of you has conquered us at least once, so keep your mouth shut or start talking about reparations. (Yes, even the Mongols. Did you know that? I only found out a couple of years ago. Isn't that cool? I mean bad. Very bad...)

Every single country in the American continent + the surrounding islands, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, China, India, Russia, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Armenia: LOL. Don't even fucking look at us.

Portugal, Spain, France, Belgium, The Netherlands, Germany, Denmark, Austria, Sweden, Norway, Saudi Arabia, Tunisia, Morocco, Algeria, Libya, Japan: Let me check a history book for a sec. Yeah, no.

Every other nation in the world: I don't know enough about your history to put you in another category, but no.

Liberia: Literally the only nation in the entire world that knows even half of what we’re going through. They’re not colonizers, and neither are we. Stop trying to force your Western terminology on our history.

North Korea: I think you need to deal with some other issues right now darling...

Hope this helps.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language/brief nudity Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering... could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique "soul mark", which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader is gender neutral, but at some points will be described as leaning towards being feminine (due to personal interpretation of Alcina's character). Additionally, Lady D will eventually be referred to by her first name, so don't worry if you feel weird about her being called by her full title all the time, it's just for this chap, when the reader isn't familiar with her. Lastly, this contains a bit of one sided Alcina/Miranda, which serves as a plot point, but is (clearly) not the primary ship.

1: In The Shadow Of Giants

Three months, two weeks, and one day. That’s how long you’ve been at this accursed castle, serving cruel mistresses, having been plucked from your peaceful life in the village. Anger stains your every thought, slowly festering inside your chest. There is no cure, at least not without a fatal price, but there are mild remedies. ‘Tis not long before the other servants learn to give you the more physically demanding chores. Nothing numbs your mind quite the same way that chopping firewood does, though you often settle for hard scrubbing age-old tile. Every day ends with your muscles crying from the effort of it all. Every day… except today. Another servant, from the night shift, has been wounded severely, and her job was deemed too important to be foregone.

And, as such, she has been replaced. By you. For once, you turn in early, long before your clothes can become stained with sweat. Yet you aren’t happy, not when you know that this change will ruin your sleep for weeks to come. Even worse, it’ll be impossible to avoid your ‘employers’, whereas working the day shift meant almost never seeing them. So far, you have only seen them on four or five occasions. Hell, you’ve only met two of them, being Cassandra and Bela. Based on what others told you, the other two weren’t much (if at all) better. As you try your best to get some rest, only a single ‘positive’ thought runs through your head: Well, worst comes to worst, I’ll get killed, then I won’t have to worry about anything anymore.

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“Remember: No talking unless you’re asked a question. The Mistress has had a rough morning, and this is her best chance at relaxing,” Juniper explains, for what seems like the eighth time since the two of you met. There’s a nervous energy around her, which does little to ease your own anxieties. If you heard correctly, she’s only been at the castle for a couple weeks, having previously worked for Mother Miranda. You’re not sure what would have caused the transfer, considering most who were ‘fired’ ended up dead. Something told you that it had to do with antsy nature. “Oh, and don’t leave unless dismissed, even once your part is done. We all need to be ready, in case Mistress- I mean, Lady Dimitrescu needs something. Sorry, I’m still getting used to how things work here.”

“As long as you don’t slip up in front of her and get us both killed, I don’t really care,” you replied, giving Juniper a level stare. Clearly unsure how to respond, she pauses for a moment, mouth opening then closing without a sound. Once she’s seemingly composed herself, you give a short nod and push open the door to the bathroom. Two other servants are already inside, and they flinch at your arrival, briefly mistaking you for their boss. “I can hardly believe they made me change shifts for this,” you add, under your breath, rolling your eyes. What was so important about making sure a few candles stayed lit? During bathtime? Maybe it was something you had to be a giant, vampiric noblewoman to understand. Regardless of your annoyance, you quickly get to work, striking the first of a couple matches. It’s a rather dull task. To think you would have preferred heavy labor to this.

Before long, the last flame springs to life, and Juniper dims the lights, allowing the candles to become the focus. At least one is scented, though you cannot place the specific kind. Less than a minute after the last one is lit, the door once again swings open, revealing your most elusive employer. She’s… more than you anticipated. In every conceivable way, truthfully. Taller, more graceful (even as she has to duck through the entrance), and, as much as you hate to think so, far, far more beautiful. If not for the warm lighting of the room, you would have worried about someone seeing your blush. Certainly I am not the first to react this way, you think, as you bow alongside the others.

“Yes, yes, get on with it,” Lady Dimitrescu says, with a sharp frown. Then she moves closer to the tub, which you imagine could fit half a dozen ‘normal’ people, and holds out her arms to her side. For a moment you’re confused, but you instinctively mimic the motions of the other maidens. Together the four of you reach for her robe, gently taking hold of it while she steps into the bath, before hanging it onto a nearby hook. A second later your entire world is turned upside down. You’re freezing in place, eyes wide, as the bare back of Lady Dimitrescu reveals itself to you. Yet this is not an instance of poorly veiled lust. No, it is equal parts horror and repulsion, for you find yourself staring at a distinctive soul marking.

One that matches your own.

Beside you, Juniper watches you with concern, silently urging you to stay silent. Neither of the other two servants seem to react, other than by taking a small step backwards. Unable to speak, let alone form coherent thoughts, all you can do is point a trembling finger towards the soul mark. It’s right in between Lady Dimitrescu’s shoulder blades. Once upon a time, you had marveled at the design, smiling every time you saw it in the mirror. Now, it might as well be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen. Based on her expression, Juniper seems to agree, although for different reasons. As your hand drops back to your side, you try to compose yourself enough to focus on the task before you. Instead, someone breaks the quiet, boldly, daring to think that they would be rewarded for it.

“My Lady,” a servant says, stepping forward, shooting you a waywards glance. Instantly she has your employer’s attention, though that comes with the metallic sssssslk of her claws extending. There’s an unspoken threat that demands respect. None comes, however, just the frenzied words of a panicked maiden. “I know who your soulmate is, my Lady. I thought that perhaps you’d-”

“A name. Give me… a name,” Lady Dimitrescu interjects, claws still out and impatiently tapping on the tile floor. Tense, you start to step forward, wanting desperately to silence the treacherous maiden. But her tongue is faster than your fist, and soon enough your name is echoing through the room. “Oh? The one right behind me, hmm? Dreadfully convenient, really. Step forward, dear, and let me see the proof. Assuming it exists.” All eyes other than hers are on you, now. With a deep breath, you begrudgingly step in front of Lady Dimitrescu, trying not to even briefly glance at her chest (or worse, lower). One of her hands shifts, a long claw tilting your chin up. “Well?”

“Forgive the placement,” you mutter, awkwardly grabbing your shirt collar, tugging it down to reveal your soul mark, planted neatly on the center of your chest. If Lady Dimitrescu’s gaze wanders, it does so too quickly to be noticed, though she does make a low humming noise at the sight. Feeling much like a piece of meat on display at the butcher’s, you scowl deeply. Soon enough, but not as soon as you’d like, the claw under your chin retracts, and you once more cover up your soul mark. You can’t bring yourself to look your soulmate in the eyes.

“Hmm. Not what I expected. Not at all,” she muses, more to herself than to you, softly. Behind her, Juniper is sending you a sympathetic expression. All you can do, as Lady Dimitrescu judges you, is glare at the origin of this revelation. What did she think to gain by speaking up? Hadn’t she heard the same rumors that you had? Didn’t she know that your employer already loved another, even if that affection was unrequited? There was, simply put, no chance that you were the preferable option. Not when there was no race against neither time nor death. At best, you could be a distraction. Something to keep her mind off of the person she’d rather be with. “Go clean up, get some sustenance if you must, then go to my quarters. We will discuss this further there- after I am done here.”

With that said, she waves you off, letting you relax for the first time in several minutes. After giving a short bow, you immediately move to leave. On your way, you intentionally bump shoulders with the maiden who spoke up, sending her a glare, then give Juniper a nod of acknowledgement. Nervous wreck or not, she was the only person you ‘knew’ on the night shift. Not that such a thing would even matter soon. To think that we’ve been soulmates this whole time, you think, living in the same castle for months, never seeing each other. I wish things could have stayed that way. At least you’d have some time to process your developing situation. Though you doubted you’d have enough time.

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In an unusual change of pace, Alcina dismisses the rest of her servants, long before her bath is done. They exchange glances before scattering to the winds. A heavy sigh leaves her lips, and she sinks lower into the tub. Of course I have a soulmate, she thinks, bitterly. I knew this. Knew that it wasn’t her, and yet still, I find myself surprised. Disappointed, even. How had an already rough evening gotten even worse? More than that, what was she supposed to do about it? There was a part of her that wanted to kill her soulmate. She figured that, with them out of the way, the universe might finally understand who she was meant to be with. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for ‘widows’ to be given a new match, and those were generally other ‘widows’. Considering that Alcina knew for a fact that Mother Miranda’s soulmate had long since died, she did not think that her hopes were beyond possibility.

But there was another part of her, quieter, that dared to be more realistic. If the universe said that this human, this tiny thing, was her soulmate… would it not make sense to at least try? What harm could it do, when her current love had been unrequited for so long? Was this not the end to several decades of loneliness? Damn it, she thinks, gripping the edge of the bathtub until her knuckles turned white. There was no denying it, now that a single drop of rational thought had corrupted her mind. Fuck it all, I hardly have a choice. Or anything to lose, for that matter. With her decision made, she rises to her feet, emotionally ready to face the unknown.

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“Ah, so you do follow directions, after all. I half expected to learn that you had attempted to flee, or perhaps had a gruesome run in with one of my daughters,” Lady Dimitrescu chimes, as she ducks into her room. Inside, standing at attention, you await. All of your earlier nervousness returns, though this time it is tinged with your natural rage. Of all the monsters in the world, this was the one you were expected to love. It mattered not how tall she was, or how sharp her nails could be, or how fierce her loyalty to Mother Miranda. To you, it mattered that you had no choice in being here, that only a handful of servants had come to the castle willingly. It mattered that a single mistake could mean a cruel death. So you did not greet your soulmate with a smile, or excitement, rather with a forced bow and blank expression. Better to be dead than to fake true love. “Come now, do at least pretend that you are excited, for my sake. I have been waiting a century for this, after all.”

“Perhaps the universe found it difficult to find someone who could love you,” you say, the words tumbling out of your mouth, instant regret boiling up inside of you. What you expect is a swift death. What you get? A deep sigh, a scowl, a look of frustration. Still fearing your possible demise, you are quick to keep speaking. “Or maybe the universe heard me talk once, and struggled to find someone to tolerate me. Countless possibilities, a galaxy full of mysteries… and here we are. Forgive me for being crass, my Lady. I would blame it on my schedule change, but something tells me you would see right through that lie, yes?” Not like that was much better, you think, wondering how the hell you were going to survive this.

“You’re quite the character, aren’t you?... Do try not to make me regret this, I’d rather not kill my soulmate. Now, sit down, it’s about time for a proper introduction,” Lady Dimitrescu commands. Then she’s sitting on the edge of her bed, gently patting the spot next to her. Joining her is just about the last thing you want to do right now… but you obey nonetheless. Still, you angle yourself away from her ever so slightly, hoping the subtle body language would help you distance yourself from her. There’s something in her expression that tells you she knows exactly what you’re trying to do. “I am Lady Dimitrescu, though you already know that. You may call me Alcina… for now. Behave, or that is one of many privileges I will not hesitate to take from you. Understood?”

It takes all of your willpower to avoid rolling your eyes, but you manage, instead giving a short nod. This’ll be interesting, for sure.

[edenmemes]

hades sentence starters

❝ somebody else came through earlier. you should have seen the look on my face when it wasn’t you! ❞ ❝ let’s forgive each other and forget, go back to how things used to be? ❞ ❝ right now i wouldn’t talk to me if i were you. ❞ ❝ i’ll have to pick up the pieces somehow, and figure out how to get on with my existence. ❞ ❝ we have caused such violence in the intervening time, that we must take this as a real victory. ❞ ❝ i’ll wait for you however long it takes. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. but this is something i have to do. you wouldn’t understand. ❞ ❝ the only one responsible for all of this is you. and i thought even you would have understood that by now. ❞ ❝ i don’t like it when you’re quiet for too long, what’s on your mind? ❞ ❝ what is it with you gods talking behind the backs of all your friends? ❞ ❝ the world you seek out there...it’s even crueler than the one you know. ❞ ❝ look, i don’t hold grudges, you know that. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ your lapse in judgement here is not so easy to forgive, yet easily punished. ❞ ❝ i didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. ❞ ❝ the fates are pretty mean to keep on doing this to you. ❞ ❝ i hardly think this is the time or place to indulge your overwrought imagination. ❞ ❝ for our sparring practice, there's no teacher than the real thing. ❞ ❝ they say a lot of things about me; and they’ll tell you, ample caution is in order. ❞ ❝ either your limitless power has considerably waned, are you are up to something. ❞ ❝ i risked everything by helping you out there. ❞ ❝ my voice is nothing but the crunch of gravel underfoot compared to yours, which soars as though on wings. ❞ ❝ to doubt is an important instinct. without it, we could not conceive of better circumstances than the ones we know. ❞ ❝ let’s not set a bad example for the family. we’re better than all that, they’ve many bad examples as it is. ❞ ❝ you are persuasive like your mother, and determined like your father. ❞ ❝ if you think for an instant that i shall go easier on you, you’ll soon learn otherwise. ❞ ❝ is clinging to a memory what keeps the soul from fading? ❞ ❝ don’t know what it is about you, but i feel like i can be me with you, you know? ❞ ❝ war, much like the heavens and the sea, can be considered as a force of nature. ❞ ❝ if you know that you could only see me for but a moment’s time...would you still make the journey for me? ❞ ❝ i, too, wish for a lot of things. unfortunately there’s no unraveling the fates’ patterns. ❞ ❝ i left when it was necessary. i thought of you and hoped you’d understand. ❞ ❝ all of which you think you have achieved was merely handed to you. ❞     ❝ the past me, it’s as though...it wasn’t even me. this is me, now. ❞ ❝ in war, one must take sides, and you had best choose mine. ❞ ❝ i do not act by whim or by mistake. ❞ ❝ i just don’t understand. why keep on being nice to me, like this? ❞ ❝ you’re so much more than what you said. i wish you could see that. ❞ ❝ it’s really nice, sometimes...knowing somebody really cares about me. ❞ ❝ my father? he’d not a one redeeming quality. ❞ ❝ we can learn from our mistakes or we can keep repeating them. ❞     ❝ there’s nothing you can do to hurt me. ❞     ❝ soon doubtless it’ll be your portrait hanging on that wall back there. ❞ ❝ just don’t go starting any wars you don’t intend to finish. ❞ ❝ you do something for me, in the meantime: don’t give in to what you’re feeling now. ❞ ❝ it is not often i attempt to kill someone and they survive. bravo! ❞ ❝ why does the soul remain, after the body bleeds, and dies, and turns to ash? ❞ ❝ all gods and goddesses are to be feared. ❞ ❝ what more could i have even done? could i have swayed you, in any other way? ❞ ❝ i tried, with all my might, with all my heart, you must know that, and still, it never was enough. ❞ ❝ i’m pleased to see your father’s stubbornness is manifest in you as such determination. ❞ ❝ i’m really starting to hate you. you know that? ❞ ❝ know that i am grateful for the outcome. even if i fail to act like it ❞ ❝ i’m with you every step. then i will probably ignore you like the rest. just warning you ahead of time. ❞ ❝ i only wish we met sooner, though i’m grateful to have met you at all. ❞ ❝ you work too hard. live a little. ❞ ❝ i warn you: i shall hold nothing back. ❞ ❝ that’s something very private that you’re asking... ❞ ❝ use caution with the tone you take with me. ❞ ❝ if you have any sense remaining in that head of yours, i caution you not to discuss this here and now. ❞ ❝ you saw something in me i never knew was there. in turn, with you, i felt....calm. whole. ❞ ❝ i only know that i was filled with rage. ❞ ❝ the fates decided this for us, i guess, and so...who are we to complain? ❞ ❝ i pray the fates not ruin all your dreams as they did mine. ❞ ❝ what’s the worst that could happen? ❞ ❝ they left their mark upon the world. shall you? ❞ ❝ your mockery of me may temporarily embolden you, but achieves nothing useful in the end. ❞ ❝ what exactly is it that makes you feel entitled to show me such disrespect? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to admit, you are really frustrating, you know? ❞ ❝ i seem to have this whole ‘easy-to-underestimate’ thing about me. ❞ ❝ you seem a little quieter than usual. dare i even say a little somber and remorseful, for some reason? ❞ ❝ it’s because i like you. in case you still have some misgivings about that. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. it’s good enough a guide, believe me. ❞ ❝ you always seem in good spirits, though. ❞ ❝ i cannot change the past. and there is only so much i can do about the future. ❞ ❝ a loving heart is a forgiving heart. ❞ ❝ just in case it hasn’t been made clear as crystal lately, let me tell you: when presented with the opportunity, don’t ever reject me. ❞ ❝ you know, i got to say i had a few concerns when we first met, your father being who he is and all. ❞ ❝ i like it when my prey bites back. ❞ ❝ my attempts at making peace are going to be rather subtle for your tastes. ❞ ❝ you'd best not take for granted my affection yes, i’ve lots of it to go around; but i can just as easily rescind such privileges. ❞ ❝ don't be messing with my feelings. my loyalty's hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ if i may say? you’re a hell of a guy. ❞ ❝ you truly take me to the best of places. ❞ ❝ death shall come. either to your enemies, or you. ❞ ❝ a mortal’s life is short, and fraught with pain; is that truly the life you yearn for? ❞ ❝ you think you are superior to me? you are a fool. ❞ ❝ even i have doubts, from time to time. ❞ ❝ i wasn’t expecting to make any new friends here anytime soon. ❞ ❝ i grow angry merely thinking of your situation. ❞ ❝ i wanted to apologize for when i pried about your past. ❞ ❝ nobody gets out of here, whether alive or dead. you think i jest? you think i haven’t tried? ❞ ❝ they got me, finally, of course. but not before i broke them first. ❞ ❝ you are immortal, but in a manner, you can die. ❞ ❝ you have a lot of nerve --- but little else. ❞ ❝ oh, you look terrible, if i may say. ❞ ❝ you’re either naive or you’re much too kind, or both. ❞ ❝ despite whatever difficulties you’ve encountered, again and again, you have never yielded. ❞ ❝ though, that war? don’t ask me about it again. all right? ❞ ❝ you may not make your father very proud, but it is just the opposite with me. ❞ ❝ even i’m beginning to fear you, i think. seems i don’t know you as well as i thought. ❞ ❝ you have a worried look about you. spare me your thoughts? ❞ ❝ names are there to be forgotten. ❞ ❝ it’s not your fault. you couldn’t have known. ❞ ❝ i know it’s not been easy for you. ❞ ❝ you honor me...i have done nothing to deserve this. ❞ ❝ oh, how i hate to fight with you like this! ❞ ❝ follow your heart? that’s odd advice, especially from you. ❞ ❝ the fear of death keeps mortals well in check. you’d best learn to fear something yourself. ❞ ❝ you are going to get me in a heap of trouble before all is said and done. ❞ ❝ i'll hear no more such wicked lies, half-truths, or quarter-truths. ❞ ❝ well, if you won’t say it, i’ll say it. good-bye. ❞ ❝ i know of no one, nothing stronger, other than the love we share. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on, yet. ❞ ❝ you seem less warlike than the rest. ❞ ❝ can’t always trust what feelings say. ❞ ❝ my temper i shall keep in check, but only barely so. ❞ ❝ i am unmade, unwhole, here in this place, alone. ❞ ❝ my past is not really worth mentioning. ❞ ❝ you may not really need me, but i will take these opportunities to help. ❞ ❝ you sound a little tongue-tied. just like you always used to around me. ❞     ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ this look like a shoulder to cry on to you? ❞ ❝ ...you know who you sound like right now, don’t you? i can’t believe this. ❞     ❝ i think, deep down, you are still that inexperienced little godling that you used to be. ❞ ❝ i always had doubts the gods were listening. that they could even hear. ❞ ❝ i was just checking up on you, just...let me know if you wanted to talk, for any reason. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i know, it’s that the three fates always get their way. ❞ ❝ hey, you’re not alone. you’re not alone, ok? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly easy to approach, you know. ❞          ❝ i grieve for you, my friend. ❞ ❝ are you lecturing me about healthy relationships with family? your family is the most broken and corrupted in the history of the entire concept. ❞ ❝ you think you can just walk away from me? ❞ ❝ how about it, then? care for a drink, with me? ❞     ❝ you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experience with loss. ❞ ❝ something the matter, there? or have you come to torment me some more with idle chat? ❞ ❝ you will find me waiting for you once you get here. every single time. ❞ ❝ men worship ares willingly; they are so much like him. ❞ ❝ while love’s the force that brought me and countless other’s low in life, it also brought me and countless others strength. ❞ ❝ others shall always doubt me. you may doubt me. ❞ ❝ beware the narrow distance between hastiness and swiftness. ❞ ❝ a crashing wave or thundering tempest are nothing to a broken heart. ❞ ❝ think back on when you started all of this. you now know so much more. are capable of so much more. ❞ ❝ as ever, you think only of yourself. ❞ ❝ this is where you belong. you feel out of place? where would you even go? your place is here. ❞ ❝ your path is yours to shape as you see fit, regardless of the fates’ design. ❞ ❝ you’re no god! you’re nothing but a piece of trash, born into all of this. ❞ ❝ you seem to have me all figured out. and here i thought we were still getting to know each other. ❞ ❝ are there truly no depths to which you would not stoop? ❞ ❝ leave me be, and don’t think you’re going to be so lucky next time we meet out there. ❞ ❝ you have the tendency to ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ i smell the blood on you. you are severely wounded. ❞ ❝ don’t be messing with my feelings there. my trust is hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ if you wish to test the fine relationship we’ve built, why then, i can confirm you’re testing it, all right. ❞ ❝ don’t ever take me for some thoughtless nymph to be manipulated. ❞ ❝ don’t get on my father’s bad side like that and you’re going to be fine. ❞ ❝ how’s your endless toil treating you? ❞ ❝ i’d never trade my bow for all that pomp and armor. but, to each their own. ❞ ❝ let me see you now for what you truly are. ❞ ❝ was i deceived, in thinking this of you, of us? ❞ ❝ i get what i want around here. ❞ ❝ don’t you understand i’m trying to fix the problems you caused? ❞ ❝ the gods are on my side, not yours. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare look at me like that. ❞ ❝ life isn’t particularly fair. i’d have expected you to know as much. ❞ ❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ you have no concept of which impulses to act upon, and which to keep in check. ❞ ❝ when i inevitably, inadvertently trample all over your feelings at some point, please tell me, all right? ❞ ❝ you don’t even know who i am. who i was. ❞ ❝ won’t you come back to me? when you are able, please. come back. i shall be waiting here, however long it takes. ❞ ❝ never met a god that bleeds like you. red. like a worthless mortal. ❞ ❝ i got to hanf it to you. you don’t back down. you don’t ever back down. ❞ ❝ i’ve a tip for you: don’t be slow! ❞ ❝ you can’t escape your problems. you have no choice but to confront them, and work through it, sooner or later, one way or another. ❞ ❝ i knew you had a more sinister trick at play, because your fighting style certainly is of no concern just on its own. ❞ ❝ i...feel awful. i...i have to go. ❞ ❝ once people set their minds to certain things, it can be difficult to show them other possibilites exist. ❞ ❝ there’s something that i’ve wished to tell you: there’s no shame in your upbringing. ❞ ❝ i have known too many far too proud to accept help, even when it was sorely needed. ❞ ❝ may you yet come to your senses. ❞ ❝ i have virtually done everything within my powers to prevent this. all of it...for nothing. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. you’re going to pretend as though it never happened? ❞ ❝ seems i’m left to thanking myself, since you’re too proud to do it. ❞ ❝ fight like i’d fight out there. ❞ ❝ what have i done to deserve such scorn? ❞ ❝ you left, without so much as telling me good-bye. ❞ ❝ you’ve such weak blood, and such a temperament... ❞ ❝ i am very, very sure i haven’t murdered anyone. ❞ ❝ i am truly blessed simply to have made your acquantince. ❞ ❝ you wish to take advantage of my pity? ❞ ❝ it comforts me to see how far you’ve come. ❞ ❝ i’ve always wanted to kill a god. you’ll have to do. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to give me something in return, it was a gift! ❞ ❝ you know i’d take you if i could. ❞ ❝ you shut your mouth right now, with that. ❞ ❝ it’s never been an easy time for me. ❞ ❝ why do you think i keep on showing up? ❞ ❝ who might you be, wandering all the way out here? you’re trespassing on private property, you know. ❞ ❝ i’d rather have you as a friiend than as a foe. ❞ ❝ really, you’re kicking me out? why? ❞ ❝ you’re funny, but you’ll break. they always do. ❞ ❝ you must think that i abandoned you. you think i had a choice?❞ ❝ you’re stuck with me forever. remember that. ❞ ❝ you know these heroes by their deeds, not by their character. ❞ ❝ some would question the destruction which you sow, but i shall never do so. i fully understand your impulses. ❞ ❝ you’re quite effective at locating me, but not so good at leaving me in peace. ❞ ❝ you don’t need me & i don’t need you. ❞ ❝ you lived through all that? ❞ ❝ my heart soars, knowing you live. then it breaks, that our time together was so brief. ❞ ❝ you’ve only me. and i have only you. ❞ ❝ sulk in your chambers all you like, for i care not. ❞ ❝ where did you go...? what did you do...? ❞ ❝ monster! you have no bearing, grace or courage! ❞ ❝ you’re beneath the notice of the gods. i have earned their favor. ❞ ❝ your youth provides you with a certain mindless strength. ❞ ❝ wait. i don’t think i owe you any favors, here. ❞ ❝ you appear to have grown stronger since when last we interacted. ❞ ❝ please...it was never my wish to hurt you. ❞ ❝ death is your only family. ❞ ❝ i too was born of darkness, but i chose the path of light. ❞ ❝ don’t know how come everybody doesn’t sing. lightens the mood, passes the time. what’s not to like? ❞ ❝ you come from the bowels of hell. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ heroes? mere mortals, same as all the rest. ❞ ❝ offend me, and i’ll drain the last traces of colour from your cheeks. ❞ ❝ punishment is not the path to rehabilitation. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing like your father. i mean that as a compliment. ❞ ❝ i just hope that their intentions are as pure as they appear. ❞ ❝ don’t be sad, pretty much everybody dies sometime. ❞ ❝ i’ve done some things that maybe aren’t great. ❞ ❝ actions beat intentions. ❞ ❝ look! i’m grinning ear to ear! ❞ ❝ my fits of anger come and go just like the tides. ❞ ❝ you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞    ❝ you will need to face your fears someday. ❞ ❝ true wisdom only comes with age. ❞ ❝ something has stirred within your heart. i can always tell. ❞ ❝ or...wait...what is this, did you just ask me out? ❞ ❝ i’m getting awful sick of seeing your smug face, time, after time, after time. ❞ ❝ your humility is matched only by your perseverance in the face of adversity. ❞ ❝ your stubborness shall only bring you pain. ❞ ❝ sometimes, our hearts become so full that they could burst. if only you could see how much i care. ❞ ❝ let’s see if you’re as skillful as you think. ❞ ❝ wait, you’re not serious. that famous sense of humor shining through. ❞ ❝ i’m surrounded by my family, but i always feel alone. ❞ ❝ i shall make myself quite clear in one respect: i fear i have a lack of patience for discussion. ❞ ❝ thought i might find you all the way out here. although, quite frankly, i’m surprised you’re still alive. ❞ ❝ absolute silence is my general preference. it may not be yours. ❞ ❝ i just like to see you menacingly smile. ❞ ❝ don’t tell anyone about this, understand? ❞ ❝ i told you i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ you’re much too modest for someone with such a number of heroic deeds to their name. ❞ ❝ if anybody asks, we’re even. ❞ ❝ we had a lovely time getting to know each other. we laughed, we cried! ❞ ❝ what’s the matter, you gone soft or something? ❞ ❝ be sure to add those to the list of words you’ll eat someday. ❞ ❝ you know i’d do just about anything to aid you. ❞ ❝ you again. i told you to stay clear of me. ❞ ❝ in spite of all your efforts, it is probably the case that you still have a long and painful road ahead. ❞ ❝ you’ve always cared for me. i can’t ever repay you for that. ❞ ❝ i just thought i’d say, that was well fought back there. ❞ ❝ hush, it’s the god of trash, come once again to filthy up this place. ❞ ❝ changed your mind yet, or looking for more pain and suffering? ❞ ❝ maybe get some sleep or something? you look pretty beat. ❞ ❝ look, i’ve got a reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ your father’s quite the big shot around here, but that means nothing to me, understand? ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. nobody does. ❞ ❝ there’s no returning to the way things used to be. ❞ ❝ can i offer you some words of advice? get over yourself. ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ you now what i like about you? the way you bleed. ❞ ❝ may all the death you bring become the stuff of legends told in fearful mortal whisperings around the world. ❞ ❝ i just happen to think you deserve better than you’ve got. ❞ ❝ no love without pain. ��� ❝ failure is the greatest instructor of all. ❞ ❝ i think you feel like you have some sort of fearsome reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ you know what? i think we’re finished here. ❞ ❝ i know you’re not in a good spot right now. ❞ ❝ what you’re attempting is impossible. ❞ ❝ i’m not your practice partner, fool. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t mean any harm, but it just isn’t something i discuss with anyone, ok? ❞ ❝ first you defy me openly, and now you lie. ❞ ❝ admit it. you can’t stop thinking about me. ❞ ❝ i’d like to be alone again, so you go on ahead. ❞ ❝ maybe this might numb the pain a bit. ❞ ❝ something’s troubled me a little, about you. ❞ ❝ your failure is quite easily imagined. how often it recurs! ❞ ❝ found this, thought of you and all that, so...here. ❞ ❝ how i love these unexpected little run-ins with you. ❞ ❝ what brings you back around this way again? ❞ ❝ now what’s the matter? it’s like you’ve been up feasting day and night, you’re barely standing, everything ok? ❞ ❝ first i found you, i was certain that you had no chance at all. ❞ ❝ if it wasn’t you proposing it, i’d like to call it madness. ❞ ❝ i'll sleep when i’m dead. ❞ ❝ thank you for not forgetting about me. ❞ ❝ you must see plainly, then, what your birthright amounts to: you’re no better off than any of us here. ❞ ❝ i’ll do my best. for both our sakes. ❞ ❝ the world is not all lies and deceit as you make it out to be. ❞ ❝ you fight so desperately. at first i thought you simply lacked in patience. but now i see it’s urgency that drives you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know who or what you’re dealing with. ❞ ❝ who are you to judge, you misbegotten, shameful, unfilial maggot? ❞ ❝ you’re getting real predictable, you know. ❞ ❝ no one can avoid taking sides forever. but you can take the more sensible side, at least. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ thank you for making me feel welcome in your pleasant home. can’t say the same for most places i’ve been lately. ❞   ❝ i would very much prefer to think we both know better than to let old grudges stew forever. ❞ ❝ nothing is ever perfect, right? no matter how hard you try. ❞ ❝ while i know what you meant, i don’t want you to say such things again. ❞ ❝ look at you, you’re hurt there pretty bad. ❞     ❝ i can’t be completely sure but, what you said just now i think contained some of the component pieces of a compliment? ❞ ❝ don’t fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ you’re stubborn. however, so am i. ❞ ❝ you think me cruel, yet know nothing of cruelty. ❞ ❝ you just stick with me, i’ve always time for you. ❞ ❝ you look a little down and so i was just wondering, would you perchance fancy a song right now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling we’re starting off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ a harsh winter is coming for you. and i’m afraid you’ve brought it on yourself. ❞ ❝ i was unkind last time. forgive my indiscretions there...or don’t. but i wished to apologize. ❞ ❝ don’t suppose i can talk you into fighting back this time? ❞ ❝ go occupy yourself someplace else. ❞ ❝ don’t feel bad! it had to happen! but if it’s any consolation, it’ll probably happen again! ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. ❞ ❝ wine does have a rather special way of making everybody look even more beautiful than ever. ❞ ❝ i am not interested in having company, especially from you. ❞ ❝ my faith is prone to shakiness sometimes. ❞ ❝ you’re not your father, thank the gods. ❞ ❝ i’d ask you to join me for a drink, but i know you’ve a task ahead of you, and liquor dulls the senses. ❞ ❝ you’re more stubborn than your father. i never thought that such a thing was possible. ❞ ❝ remember, next time, that on my whim i can take everything from you. ❞ ❝ haven’t we had more than enough of each other by now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling i’m being watched. ❞ ❝ you’ve berated me repeatedly and often. ❞ ❝ you ever lose somebody dear to you? ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, perhaps you shall learn better judgement as to whom to trust, and whom to never, ever disrespect. ❞ ❝ sometimes things weigh heavily on me, but then i hear from you, and it’s like i don’t have a care in the world. ❞ ❝ stay focused on the hunt, and it’ll help keep the pain at bay. ❞ ❝ you are just so spontaneous, and i’ve a liking for that sort of thing! ❞ ❝ no one gets out of here, whether dead or alive. ❞ ❝ what is it that you’re after, really...? ❞ ❝ don’t take my silence the wrong way, all right? ❞ ❝ that’s terrible...wish there was something i could do to help. ❞ ❝ your unpredictability is one of your assets. ❞ ❝ do not throw away your life as i did mine. ❞ ❝ you do not take all your defeats to heart, do you? that’s good. ❞ ❝ the fates can twist intentions. i don’t want to take the risk. ❞ ❝ sometimes you make me feel alive again. ❞ ❝ why...i was much stronger once, than this... ❞ ❝ sometimes i wish i knew more about your past. ❞ ❝ you shall not goad me into anger with a petty insult such as that. ❞ ❝ we’ve been through a lot, and i think we’ll be going through a lot more yet. ❞ ❝ feelings we shared...they faded, with time. ❞ ❝ learn well to shut that foolish mouth of yours, or i shall shut it for you. ❞ ❝ i knew so many warriors who would throw away their lives for glory, believing that the gods were on their side; refusing to consider that their opponents felt the very same. ❞ ❝ you didn’t need to vent all that inner turmoil onto me throughout my life. ❞ ❝ swear to me that you shall never repeat what you are about to hear. swear it! ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder what’s going through your head. ❞ ❝ i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. ❞ ❝ i heard you got yourself into another mess that needed cleaning up. ❞ ❝ you have a good heart. keep listening to it. ❞ ❝ you picked sides, and things are not the same. ❞ ❝ all the terrible choices i’ve made. by the time you have existed for as long as i have, pray youo will have made fewer. ❞ ❝ i must admit i have grown fond of you. ❞ ❝ please open your mind to the fact that there are those who care about your wellbeing. ❞ ❝ i know you mean well. from the bottom of my heart, i thank you truly for the thought. ❞ ❝ how can somebody be so brash yet hate to take unnecessary risks? ❞ ❝ i know we can’t exactly change the past, but we can try to move forward. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. though, you know something? forget i asked. ❞ ❝ just checking in on you, but i’ll be on my way again shortly. ❞ ❝ you would speak to me of foolish mistakes? ❞ ❝ do not question my power. ❞ ❝ there is no point in doing it but pride. and pride is dangerous. ❞ ❝ i must admit, your strength of will is quite inspiring. ❞ ❝ i don’t hate you. i don’t think i can ever hate you. ❞ ❝ i've decided not to kill you. no sport in cornered prey. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d hear you talking about looking forward to working. you feeling alright? ❞ ❝ it has been far too long. although, the passing of the time was very kind. ❞ ❝ i have been thinking on this for some time, and i’ve a declaration i must make: i shall hear no more of your silver-tongued lies. ❞ ❝ oh good, somebody’s here to save me from myself. ❞ ❝ i wonder how much more insulting you could be. ❞ ❝ may i have this dance for old time’s sake? ❞ ❝ no matter how far you run, it doesn’t make your problems go away. ❞ ❝ i ever tell you you’re a real sweetheart? because, if not, i’m telling you right now. ❞ ❝ oh don’t worry, i’ll be back in fighting shape in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not that i’m upset or anything. you know i’m not, but truthfully i’m a bit annoyed. ❞ ❝ you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in there, i have to say. ❞ ❝ ...answer me something. what am i to you, exactly, as of late? ❞ ❝ if you’ve not anger enough for it yet, you’ll learn, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i shall bring desolation upon those who wrong you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing of tempers if mine is your frame of reference. ❞ ❝ let me save you lots of future suffering: i happen to be the jealous type. ❞ ❝ i was really hoping we could change the subject. please? ❞ ❝ finally you cleared the mess you caused. ❞ ❝ i never grew accustomed to the air, up here. it gusts senselessly whichever way it pleases. ❞ ❝ i need your help with something. as i’m about to risk it all. ❞ ❝ love tends to blossom in the strangest places at the strangest times. ❞ ❝ normally they grovel, then they scream. they shut up eventually, but not you. at least, not yet. ❞ ❝ you know, you ain’t near as bad as i’d heard! ❞ ❝ so now you know. but, only half the truth. ❞ ❝ you are and always will be an insufferable brat. ❞ ❝ they say both gods and mortals are notoriously poor at estimating how long it takes to get anything done. ❞ ❝ flattery never got me anywhere with you to begin with. doesn’t mean i won’t keep trying. ❞ ❝ i’m warning you, i’m not susceptible to bribes. many have tried. ❞ ❝ by my estimation, you have slain at least a thousand souls. ❞ ❝ everyone’s saying i went easy on you. ❞ ❝ no, on quite the contrary i’ve been under no impression that avoiding conflict is an option here. ❞ ❝ you really won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ fears, i think, are born of ignorance. ❞ ❝ i don’t exactly know the ways of mortals. ❞ ❝ it’s not just you swept up in all this nonsense now. you didn’t ask for me to get involved but what did you expect? ❞ ❝ if only i had wisdom such as yours, so that i was more capable of picking up on subtle jabs and insults such as that. ❞ ❝ did i detect some hesitance on your part just then? perhaps you knew that you were making a mistake. ❞ ❝ i need you in my life! how can you just...turn me away like this? ❞ ❝ no. no mournful speeches. now get out of my way. ❞ ❝ you needn’t lavish me with your faint praise. ❞ ❝ our memories are warnings. when you have lived as long as i have, you come to understand your weaknesses. ❞ ❝ you speak none of this, to anyone! ❞ ❝ it seems to me your strength outweighs your smarts ❞ ❝ you’re really too much for me sometimes, you know that? ❞ ❝ you speak as one who’s not experienced war. ❞      ❝ you’re looking kind of down. normally you’re all smiles, for whatever reason. ❞ ❝ your heart shall never carry you astray. ❞ ❝ it almost sounds as though you’ve broken up with me. ❞ ❝ come now, i don’t think that’s anything to be concerned about. ❞ ❝ where did you steal that kingly blade you’re brandishing about? it seems ill-fitting for one such as you. ❞ ❝ you overstep your bounds with me. but i shall make you fall right back in line. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i’ve learned since we met, it’s that the trust we share is at the very foundation of our relationships. ❞ ❝ it is woefully infrequent that i’ve cause for this, but i do have to thank you. ❞ ❝ so you’re realizing now that your entire image of me came from your imagination, is that it? ❞ ❝ sorry, my lips are sealed. how about we change the subject? ❞ ❝ you mistook me for someone who blindly follows orders without considering the implications. ❞ ❝ you, in a healthy relationship? why yes, that i have to see. ❞ ❝ you won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ oh, would you look at whom i found, all by their lonely self. ❞ ❝ sometimes our tempers get the best of all of us. you’re fortunate mine didn’t get the best of you back there. ❞ ❝ you really need to learn to stop meddling in others’ affairs. ❞ ❝ was just thinking about you. ❞ ❝ the mortal concept of what constitutes as a hero is absurd. ❞ ❝ i may not be the one to kill you. but i’ll soften you up for whoever does. ❞ ❝ i have been waiting for a special moment to confess my great appreciation for your deeds. this moment’s special enough, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ all mortal life is fragile; it simply is a struggle to survive. ❞ ❝ it wasn’t any of my business to pry into your personal life. i should have asked. ❞ ❝ what do you say we deal some death together? ❞ ❝ the more you step away from your responsibilites, the less you shall want anything to do with them. ❞ ❝ what we were once, i wonder if it’s but a falsely ringing memory of mine... ❞ ❝ in all your boundless intellect, i’d have expected you would know i see through your intentions, plan as day. ❞ ❝ ii shall not lie to you again. that much, i swear. ❞ ❝ oh, i don’t have the heart to keep exacting vengeance on you. ❞ ❝ privileges are earned, not begged for. ❞ ❝ i thought we had an understanding. but, this wouldn’t be the first time i was wrong about someone. ❞ ❝ i have every confidence you’ll someday clamber from the shadows into the light. ❞ ❝ no paradise awaits you. ❞ ❝ did you miss me? i thought i’d steal away a bit and that together we might make up for lost time. ❞ ❝ when blood is spilled and death is dealt, i simply cannot remain discontented for too long. ❞ ❝ unlike my present company, i do not ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ what’s life without a little pain. ❞ ❝ i would do anything that you would ask of me. ❞ ❝ such a waste, all for your foolish pride, that you should care more to be remembered by those you shall never know than to be loved... ❞ ❝ look, if you don’t feel the same way about me at this point, i would rather know. ❞ ❝ you chose to die in glory, not to live in peace...and all for what? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter there? gone awful quiet. did i hurt your feelings? ❞ ❝ please, if not for your sake, then for mine...do not return. ❞ ❝ you blame your ancestors for your own weakness? ❞ ❝ i still grow frustrated with myself quite often and don’t always know whom to turn to. ❞ ❝ i’ll just remain here, comfortably at rest, for some untold millenia. ❞ ❝ the world has a limitless capacity for pain. ❞ ❝ well, if you do require some emotional support, know that i likely shall be standing over here. ❞ ❝ you’re not fooling anybody with your feigned benevolence, you know. ❞ ❝ i'm just an old killer, yet you treat me like i’m the one who’s royalty around here. ❞ ❝ life and death are inextricable, and war is often what connects the two. ❞ ❝ someday or night you shall look back on this, and thank me. ❞ ❝ i can no longer tolerate my life here in this place. ❞ ❝ they said you were headed this way. i said i’d stop you. ❞ ❝ if you were being too pushy, you better believe i would have put you back in your place, royalty or not. ❞ ❝ i am leaving, even if it kills me. ❞ ❝ hey, can’t ever be too careful when it comes to people’s past and feelings and stuff, right? ❞ ❝ should you ever go to war...do look me up. i imagine i would take your side. ❞ ❝ have you given any thought to just...leaving me alone, and going back to wherever it is you came from? ❞ ❝ and here i was beginning to think we had something special going. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ whoever it was you used to be, i believe you’ve changed. ❞ ❝ i’m no mere mortal. ❞ ❝ i suppose this must be what it’s like to be a god. being shown affection such as this. ❞ ❝ admittedly i was quite good at it, but i was nothing other than a killer. ❞ ❝ no need to get emotional, is there? i’m not the sentimental type. ❞ ❝ all that pent-up rage behind your smiling words... ❞ ❝ don’t ever fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ i was never terribly fearful of gods. they seem to have their struggles much like mortals do. ❞ ❝ i would ask you to think of your well-being for the time, not mine. ❞ ❝ must say you’re very good at hiding your worries. ❞  ❝ anger fades. anger burns hot, then burns out. what’s left is a dull ache. ❞ ❝ you have much to be proud of. you’re a great warrior. a great instructor. a great friend. ❞ ❝ you must know the seven types of love by now, don’t you? why, i have several types of love for you! ❞ ❝ sometimes i fear i shall develop some sort of grudging respect for you. ❞   ❝ as you grow long in years, you gain more burdens and responsibilities, until they bind you. ❞ ❝ you’re being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand? ❞ ❝ you like me? i never thought, i...don’t know why that sounds so strange, coming from you. ❞ ❝ just know that...if you feel the way i do...you know where to find me. ❞ ❝ i still have feelings for you, i think. ❞ ❝ you’re a god. i’m telling you to learn to act like one. ❞ ❝ we were invincible together, weren’t we? though, i have never missed those days... ❞ ❝ i like being on my own and all, but it’s been nice, talking to you like this. ❞ ❝ you’ve done more for me than i’ve any right to expect, from anyone. ❞ ❝ the heart can make us do the strangest things, can’t it? ❞ ❝ i would never have been remotely prepared for everything i’ve had to face, if not for all your guidance. and i don’t just mean the violent stuff. ❞ ❝ you’re not so bad, you know that? careful with that, or you’ll undermine the ruthless reputation you have. ❞ ❝ well, for all his failings, i’m thankful that he did not teach you how to hate. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that i hate anybody, really. ❞ ❝ why am i never proud of you? don’t take it personally. i’m never proud of anything. ❞ ❝ there are a myriad of tales to be told, of both great deeds and of vainglorious defeats, and this has been a tale that falls somewhere in the middle. ❞ ❝ why your path keeps on crossing mine, i’ve not the slightest clue. ❞ ❝ there is no replacing your presence. i felt that before we ever met, and now i know for sure. ❞ ❝ mortals are so bent on clinging to their lives, that many among them would gladly kill for it. ❞ ❝ listen to me. i don’t know how else to put this, but, i want you to come home. ❞ ❝ i think we understand something of loss, now, don’t we? ❞ ❝ hey, look, i can tell you’re struggling right now... ❞ ❝ you must know i often hunger for destruction, almost uncontrollably at that. ❞ ❝ you still have no idea how to be up front with me, do you. why don’t you tell me why you’re here, and what you want. ❞ ❝ the destruction you have sown, the sheer carnage...nothing can surpass that. ❞ ❝ i do not think i ever would have asked for help, at any point, because...i don’t entirely know how. ❞ ❝ but hope alone is worthless without action, is it not? ❞ ❝ as bloodshed has become somewhat of a necessity in my situation, i am very grateful that you’re with me in this. ❞ ❝ many mortals strive for greatness all their lives, never quite realizing there is no existing formula for it. not even a specific definition for it. ❞     ❝ there are aspects of my country that i miss, from time to time. the stark, bright beauty of that strange, wondrous land. ❞     ❝ pride is perhaps our family’s worst trait. ❞ ❝ i think for many of us, it can come as a surprise to learn that love and war often go hand in hand. ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. ❞ ❝ had a feeling i would find you all alone out here. ❞ ❝ quit messing with my heart. ❞ ❝ swear something to me. that you’ll discard your fears about our bond. ❞ ❝ each time we fight...i think i learn a little more. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing to me anymore. ❞ ❝ say, you must know a lot of big shots, don’t you? other gods and all that? ❞ ❝ i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight. ❞ ❝ you cannot change the course that has been set. try all you like. ❞      ❝ we don’t all share the same demeanor, nor see eye to eye. though all of us, i think, wish you the best. ❞ ❝ i’ve known great men throughout my life, and i can always tell when someone’s better than their circumstances. ❞ ❝ i am quite capable of making your life plenty difficult. ❞ ❝ i bet whoever it is that loves you...it’s because of who you are. ❞ ❝ i lay the blame entirely upon you, yes. who else? ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are not the heartless harbinger of retribution that you want everyone to think you are. ❞     ❝ in my domain, you either find your place, or you learn your place. ❞ ❝ you have no idea how good you’ve had it here. maybe someday you’ll come to understand. ❞ ❝ do not mess with me right now. ❞

[shutupaboutandraste]

“  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” for Adaar x Dorian? Welcome!

Excellent choice let’s goooo! I mention another Adaar Inquisitor in this little drabble and that’s because my Inquisitor is brother to my friends’ Inquisitor so I usually try to include them both ^u^

Words: 1565

Pairing: Dorian/Inquisitor Adaar

For @dadrunkwriting​ 

Tramping around Ferelden was hardly Asaara Adaar’s favorite activity. In fact, he would consider it one of his least favorite. The entire country seemed to be made of mud and mountains with nary a plain or decent stretch of flatland to be found. Weather in the Free Marches was far more predictable, more comfortable, far better than anything Ferelden had to offer. Yet, his distaste didn’t have anything on Dorian’s. ​

“Inconceivable!” Dorian hissed, for probably the fifth time since they had started their trek through the Hinterlands. Asaara rubbed his palm around The Mark, reminding himself that at least Dorian was easy to look at.  

Varric laughed, “Sparkler, believe you me, it’s conceivable.” 

“The King of Ferelden can’t be chosen by single combat,” argued Dorian, “That’s horrible politics. Hilarious, but horrible.” 

“It’s how they do it here, I swear!” promised the rogue, adjusting Bianca over his shoulder with a winning smile, “Hell, I think Hawke would have preferred that too. Not that they ever got the chance to become Viscount.” 

“Didn’t they kind of prove that by beating the Arishok?” asked Asaara, turning his head slightly to ask. It was always a way to check if their last companion was still around. Or, at least, if it was visible. When his teeth grit at noticing the very obvious lack of Cole, the spirit hybrid appeared at the side of his eye. Good. He was getting better at reminding them that he was there. 

Another deep rumble came from Varric, “I guess you’re right!” 

Dorian scoffed, but said nothing. Clearly, the ways of the South were too much for his delicate sensibilities. Asaara didn’t mind it--his mind wandered to his elder brother Arug, who would have reveled in such simplicity. In another life, the two might have been Arvaraad and Sarebaas, but Asaara liked to think their own style of mage and protector worked out just fine. Fine enough that Arug had felt comfortable staying back at Skyhold at any rate. 

Besides, it was hard to actually talk to Dorian when Arug hovered. Magic unsettled Arug on a good day, but Dorian seemed to do so in particular. And, whether Asaara liked to admit it or not there was something undeniably charming about the Tevinter altus. (Not magister, he had to remind himself, just the son of one.) 

To be fair, it could be hard to talk to Dorian in general. The man was proud, charismatic, and bold like a pristine sunset that reflected itself back in a lake. He talked quickly, usually in circles around other people, but not Asaara. He could hang on every word like gospel. It had begun with inquiries into the time magic that Dorian had studied. Devouring the information had been thrilling, but Asaara came out with plenty of notions. Notions such as the obvious understanding within Dorian’s eyes, but that his speech could twist the truth to get even the best to believe in his work. Or, perhaps, more worryingly, that Dorian’s eyes sparkled when he was excited. That his smile made Asaara’s heart twist ever so slightly. Asaara was rarely tongue-tied, but he had to focus on his words more when Dorian was around.

Still, it didn’t mean Asaara had endless patience. Dorian could be a vain, proud braggart who thought that he was the Maker’s gift to magic. Once one knew him better, that shed slightly, but he could still be pretentious. And, Asaara reminded himself constantly, Dorian was still of Tevinter while Asaara was a Vashoth Qunari. 

 The conversation moved, Cole whispering to himself. Asaara was glad of it-- Cole was muttering his thoughts again. His fingers gently tapped Cole’s wrist which got the other to stop, apologizing quietly. There were many people Asaara found easy to be angry at, but Cole wasn’t one of them. Where he could argue with Vivienne until they were both blue in the face or ignore Cassandra until she looked ready to hit him, Cole was just trying to help. Not berate him with opinions or Chantry nonsense. That didn’t always make what Cole had to say easy to hear. 

So, when Dorian exclaimed, “Inconceivable!” again over something very conceivable-- something about Ferelden fashion and shield maidens-- it was Cole who said Asaara’s thoughts out. 

“You keep using that word,” hummed Cole, “I do not think it means what you think it means.” 

“...Pardon me, Cole?” 

“The word,” Cole continued, “Not believable. It blocks the idea of possibility. An unending wall for the dream of something strange. You use it for things that have already happened that you simply don’t understand. But Adaar understands the difference.” 

“...So are these thoughts your’s or his?” asked Dorian, directing the question toward Cole but looking at Asaara. He grimaced. 

“They were his…” admitted Cole, “But I began to wonder, too.” 

Asaara shrugged, trying to offer Dorian a charismatic smirk, “He’s not wrong. You aren’t using that word correctly.” 

“Yes, I am. Varric--” Dorian’s face dropped as Varric gave him a sheepish smile. He huffed, “Alright then, I’ve been made a fool of. Let’s move along through this horrendously massive forest before a bear decides to go after The Inquisitor again.” 

His face twisted into a mockery of a pout. After knowing Dorian for some time now, it was easy to pick out expressions. This one was embarrassed, his eyes darting toward the trees to avoid looking at any of them, but with his chest puffed out like a peacock. Perhaps, Dorian was too easy to look at. Most people couldn’t watch someone as if they were an exotic animal, learn their habits, learn which lines of their face crinkled certain ways to show their feelings.

Two mages and two rogues were also probably not the best equipped to fight Ferelden wildlife, which made Dorian very right in that regard. Asaara admitted that after a long morning-- Cassandra bleating at him, Iron Bull’s hearty laughter starting to grate his ears mixed with Blackwall's preference for traveling with Sera who was her own jar of bees-- he had probably made a mistake in a hasty party. Not that he minded. Each of the three were the most pleasant of his company. Still, he didn’t want to have to fight more bears. 

They pressed on, hoping to reach one of the camps before nightfall while they looked for herbs for the healers. Once that was all collected and the farms checked on, they could be on their way. Still, a gentle silence hung over them. Fennecs raced by them as the headed upward through a mountain. What Asaara hadn’t expected was for Dorian to softly break the silence between them while Varric animatedly began discussing something with Cole. 

“You’re quite intelligent, Inquisitor,” he remarked. 

Asaara’s lips twitched as he forced himself not to scowl, “For a qunari, I know.” Bastard. It was always the pretty ones who ended up being bastards. 

“No, I mean.. Yes, but no!” Dorian realized his fumble as he began to search for words, “Kaffas. I mean in general. Most people aren’t as smart as you are.” 

Asaara rolled his eyes, “I think the members of the Inquisition each have a plethora of intelligence.”

“Do not bullshit me, Inquisitor,” huffed Dorian, “It doesn’t become you.” 

Asaara whipped his head to look at him, surprised, “Doesn’t… Then what does become me?” A curl of suggestiveness pulled at the side of his mouth turning into a bit of smugness. 

For a moment, he watched Dorian’s eyes soften. Edges rounded as a smile ticked up softly. Those two perfect lips pursed before a twisted, pleased smile of his own graced Dorian’s face. If the wind felt knocked out of Asaara by that soft sudden change of face, he did not let it show. He had become quite good at that over the years. It came with pretending not to be bothered that everyone thought you were just another stupid Qunari-- or that you were just another violent Vashoth. 

“That smile for one,” said Dorian, “I should like to see it more often. Perhaps over tea in the library once we get back.” 

Had he heard that right? Koslun’s balls, Maker’s ass, Andraste’s shitty mabari, and Fen’harel fucking take him he had. Perhaps his own eyes brightened. Perhaps, he gave a little too much away as his cheeks darkened up, unused to the kind of attention Dorian had just bestowed upon him. Perhaps, it was just enough to keep Dorian interested since his expression didn’t change. Asaara let out a breathy chuckle, keeping his voice even as he nodded at Dorian. 

“I look forward to it,” he said, “So long as you’re not throwing books around in a huff again.” 

Much to his delight, he saw Dorian’s eyes sparkle.

Earlier today, if someone asked him if he thought Dorian would ever look his way, he might have replied ‘Inconceivable’ without hesitation. Now, that prefix has been dropped entirely. Dorian flirting with him was entirely and completely conceivable and right in front of him. And, maybe, just maybe the Hinterlands looked a little more beautiful, a little less muddy. 

He paused, adding, “And, so long as you call me by my name. Inquisitor is so dreadful on the ears after a while.” 

“Asaara, then,” agreed Dorain, giving him a polite nod, “An almost musical name, really. You will have to tell me what it means.”

Inconceivable, indeed.

[dingoat]

[I mulled over a few possible options for this one, heh, but after some chatter with @cinlat I realised I could mush some of my ancient Ahuska backstory with half baked future plans with vague species lore/headcanons and string it along into something roughly story-shaped. The whole thing wound up a lot more somber than I’d anticipated, but at least I can always count on Crow to soften the mood!] ---

For the better part of three weeks, she’d been dwelling. What had started out as the most unexpected news conceivable had led to a flurry of unanswerable questions; was the news welcome? Was she excited? Did she care? Did she want anything to do with it? But that had all rapidly died down into a sullen simmering of nerves, as Ahuska struggled with something she genuinely never thought she’d have to face.

She had a family. She’d been raised well, and loved, as far back as she could properly remember. Did she really want to go back further, did she need to know anything about where she’d come from? The thought of being connected to Bothawui in any way made her feel ill, but Crow had gently reminded her, over and over, that this changed nothing.

She was Mando’ad, where family is built on more than bloodline, and having surviving relatives from a life she couldn’t even recall changed nothing.

Having a twin brother changed nothing.

Except that it clearly meant something to… him. And the older one. Two brothers, with families of their own, who’d reached out to find the sister they’d thought they’d lost with their parents. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know them, but…

“Crow?” Ahuska tapped his arm with a single hesitant finger, but he’d already turned to seek her out. They were more in tune with one another than ever.

“Mmm?”

“I think I… I want you to meet my family,” she mumbled, eyes slipping to the side.

Crow grinned his softer grin. “Ahhh, I think we’ve already been through that part of the relationship. Was a couple years ago now, at least?”

She felt her ears grow warm, but her eyes turned back to him. “With me, I mean. I want you to come with me to… meet the family I haven’t met yet. I don’t know if I even want to call them that yet, I guess, I doubt they’ll want to either once they’ve met me…”

“Oh, psshh,” Crow made to wave away her worry with a flick of his hand. “You said the whole reason they found out you existed was from holos of the business down at the Ve’lora place, right? Not like they haven’t already got some sort of clue about the life you live, and they still reached out.”

“It already feels so weird, though. They’ve known about me… all their lives. They… knew me, a-and mourned me? They missed me, and I’ve just never known… it’s like they’re strangers, who call me a sister. It’s fethin’ weird.”

“I know, I know. And if they’ve got half a brain between them they’ll realise that too. All you gotta do is meet them, say hi to them and their… uh, heh. Hey. What are baby bothans called, anyway?”

“Huh? What, I… I don’t think he told me any of their names, I don’t even know how many kids he said they each had…”

“What? No, I meant like… y’know. Do you call them… uhhh, like how little cathar are kits, and…”

Every one of Ahuska’s nerves abruptly vanished, and the series of blinks followed by a hard stare made Crow immediately realise he’d made one of those mistakes.

“Sorry, sorry, I just figured…”

“Babies,” Ahuska said, her tone completely flat. “Baby bothans are babies. Not cubs, not fawns, not kits…” her snout wrinkled a little at that.

Crow’s manner was meek, but the way he squinted at her made it clear he was still trying to work out where exactly the problem lay. “Okay but… don’t… wouldn’t there be some word you use for them…?”

“What, like ik’aad?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Crow brightened as Ahuska offered the comparison, then immediately ducked his head as her expression grew harder still.

“Like ik’aad. The Mando’a word that literally translates to ‘baby’?”

Crow’s grin wavered, sensing a trap. “Ye-es…?”

“Not likaya? Not pe’ninr?” Ahuska continued to watch Crow carefully as she offered the Mando’a for kitten and puppy.

“Well. No. Of course-”

“Of course not!” Ahuska snapped over the top of him, with an emphatic gesture of both hands to drive her point. “Likaya literally means baby cat. Not baby person. Not baby human, or bothan, or even cathar, it’s the word you use for a little cute wobbly baby animal that meows before it opens its eyes. You wouldn’t call some random Mando kid likaya if we were talking in Mando’a, would you…?”

“I… guess not…” To the unfamiliar, it would look as though Crow were simply still grinning, but Ahuska knew the way it’s quality shifted that he was in fact frowning on the inside.

Ahuska took a slow breath, pinching the bridge of her snout. “And just the same, the bothese for ‘baby cat’ and ‘baby person’ are two totally different words. One translates to kitten, in basic, and the other to baby. Just baby. There’s nothing fancy, nothing cute about it, grown-ass men and women aren’t bucks and does or stallions or vixens, and I’d be willing to bet that there’s a good chunk of cathar out there who hate the way the better part of the galaxy pretends their own native words for their kids translate to ‘baby cat’---!!”

Despite her efforts to calm herself, Ahuska’s pitch and volume had rapidly increased, her gestures had grown more emphatic, and her attitude was positively simmering. Crow didn’t even need to tune into the beat of her heart to know he’d struck a hard nerve, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.

“Okay, okay,” he said quickly, lifting his hands in an effort to make it clear he was willing to concede. The crease of his forehead knit a little deeper. “I just would’ve thought, of all people, you might… find it kind of cute, at least? Like the way Nines…”

She shot him a look that made him shut up quick smart, then immediately made a visible effort to cool herself off.

“Let me… try and explain it another way,” she said, speaking slowly, her gaze focused inward. “One time when I was little, nine or ten years or something. I was on a trip with my buire, we had to spend the night in an Imperial settlement. We were checking in to some accommodation, just on the outskirts where it was quiet, and… you know buir’ika was a chadra-fan, right? Well, they had me and her go around to the back somewhere, and wait a while in another building. There was a nerf there, a couple of tauntauns, I think a big old varactyl even... one of the tauns had a fawn so that’s where all my attention was. I thought it was excellent, like, some special treat for me, buir’ika sure acted like it was. Anyway, it was a while later that nuvhu’buir… ah, that’s what I called Jinn, yeah? She came round to where we were with all our stuff, a few extra blankets and things, and we built ourselves a bed right there in the hay and spent the night there. I knew she was mad about something, but she never said why, at least not ever to me. I remember falling asleep hearing her and buir’ika talking really quietly together, and I was wondering why she was so upset. Didn’t make any sense to me at the time, since I thought it was… pretty much the best thing ever. I was too little to get it.”

Crow listened quietly, and when Ahuska paused, he didn’t say a word. He just watched her, offering his full attention, and waited for her to go on.

“They made us sleep in the damned stables. It was years later I looked back and realised that. They probably would’ve let nuvhu’buir stay up in a proper room, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with that. Stables, me and buir’ika, just because of our damn faces. So no. No, I don’t appreciate it when people joke about me going to a vet rather than a doctor, or offer me ‘treats’ for being a ‘good girl’. It’s not cute, it’s gross. And that goes hand in hand with asking if my species have litters, or if our babies are called foals, or if we go into heat. Ugh.” She made an ugly scowl at that. “Rule of thumb? If you wouldn’t ask a Mirialan the same question, it’s probably rude as hell to ask a Bothan. Or, y’know. Literally any other sapient species.”

Flushed, Ahuska found herself glancing off to the side, feeling oddly unburdened to have let it all out, and yet also heavy for having to unload to Crow. She knew he meant nothing by it, that of all the beings in the galaxy his intentions were utterly pure. She’d never forget the way he deflected those stuffy noblewomen on Alderaan that time.

She felt his hand envelope hers. “Did you want me to talk to Nines, and get her to let up a bit on the way she-?”

“Nayc,” Ahuska found the answer came easily, even if she couldn’t quite articulate why. “Not to me, anyway. I want to say it’s different, but it’s probably not, really. I dunno. Just maybe give her a poke if she starts on any other bothans with ‘Puppy’, yeah?” “It used to bother you a lot though, didn’t it?”

Ahuska stared out at nothing for a while.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Still sorry.”

His chin came to rest over her head, and she closed her eyes as she let her face rest against the comforting curve of his neck.

“I’m sorry too. Not your fault the galaxy is the way it is. I’m just… a little wound up right now, I think. I’m nervous about this.” “Shhh,” he soothed gently, and she let her face fall against the hand he brought to her cheek. “You don’t need to make an excuse for yourself. I asked you something stupid. Can’t promise I won’t again in the future, but I’ll always be ready to listen to you. Mmkay?” Ahuska found herself nodding against his palm. “‘kay.”

“And I’ll be right there with you, meeting those other relatives of yours. And if they turn out to be bastards? I’ll find a totally not-xenophobic way to give them a piece of my mind.”

She made a little snort, and let her arms wrap around him. “And that’s why I love you.”

[ronsenburg]

i saw this post and IMMEDIATELY started writing an essay, so I moved it here so as not to clutter up someone else’s post...........

it absolutely blows my mind that, today in 2021, i honestly can’t remember what’s canon from the turnabout serenade case, what i read in a fanficition, and what is my own personal HC. like, it’s been more than a decade since i played the case for the first time and it’s probably been 5ish years since the last time i played AJ (definitely forgot to play it again before writing youngblood which is.... contributing to this) so i really don’t know if what goes on in my head is accurate, but, over the years, i’ve come up with a Lot of Thoughts, which i’ll discuss below. 

tldr; it’s all about power (the desire for, the subversion of, the need to maintain), but if you’d like the specifics, here you go:

daryan: i think the explanation that he did it for “the money” is a line. please don’t mistake me, daryan is an asshole and a murderer, im not discounting that, but in court ive always thought that he was playing the part that everyone- especially klavier- is expecting of him. he’s the bad guy. might as well make it a finale for the books.

i’ve always seen daryan and klavier as opposite sides of the same coin when it comes to family and career aspirations. where i imagine klavier came from a well off and well loved family before his parents died, i see daryan from a working class, difficult upbringing. i read a few papers on the psychology of children/parenting style of police officers and decided early on that daryan’s dad was also a cop. his mother is either dead or (more likely) left them early on. dad coped by working a little too hard, gambling/drinking a little too much, and was overall not around a lot and kind of an authoritarian/controller when he was. it left daryan with a lot of anger he had to cope with, about what it means to be a cop, the idea of a “just cause” and the ends justifying the means, and an issue with authority (which is laughable, considering what a bully he turned out to be. sometimes we emulate our parents unintentionally; it’s the only thing we have to model our behavior on). so daryan started off at a disadvantage. klavier started off loved and supported and surrounded by expensive belongings, but the death of his parents and the subsequent emotional and financial abuse by his newly appointed guardian/brother left him in a similar place by the time he and daryan met. i think it was probably the foundation for their bond, and i think it’s why klavier decided to become a prosecutor instead of following in his brother’s footsteps and why daryan ultimately decided to enter law enforcement as well. i think they had a lot of optimistic, idealistic thoughts on being better than the people that hurt them, on utilizing the law to make the world a better place. i don’t think klavier ever conceived that kristoph could have wanted him in the prosecutors office as another pawn to play, and i don’t think he realized how fluid daryan’s morality could be.

shipping alert—you guys know me, im crazy for the idea of a “best friends to on again off again lovers to tenuous coworkers to bitterly disappointed in but still harboring feelings for the other person despite being on opposite sides” dynamic between daryan and klavier. i honestly can’t separate the ship from the case and im sorry about it. if you read youngblood you know that i think daryan started to resent klavier pretty early on, when they were still together, when the band was still successful, because klavier was able to move forward and work through the issues of his past while daryan was seemingly stuck. yes, daryan had made detective and the gavinners were a hit, he’d risen above his initial social standing and thrown off the control his father, he had money and fame and a future. but everything he had was because of klavier. daryan needed klavier, emotionally, morally, financially. but even when klavier was professing his love for daryan, both privately and in the form of chart topping songs, he didn’t need daryan. it was obvious (and of course, healthy, but how do children of abuse learn what a healthy relationship looks like without help? especially when the only relationships you’ve ever had are codependent and, in some ways, just as toxic?) and so things spiraled. daryan got possessive and angry again and klavier got distant and they broke up and got back together and broke up and didn’t get back together but kept ending up back in each other’s arms for comfort and for support and because how the hell do you move on when the person you’ve been in love with since you were 15 is sitting next to you on a tour bus and is also your partner in a homicide case and singing songs he wrote about you on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans?

okay, shipping glasses off, sorry. but no matter how you look at their relationship, daryan’s promotion out of homicide was probably the most distance they’d had from each other in years, as it removed a large chunk of the daily “working relationship” aspect. and without klavier there to act as a moral compass, it was likely easier to slip back into his earlier thoughts about what constitutes justice and his intense hatred of being pushed around by someone who has more power than you. so enter the chief justice with a son who is sick, dying even, but can’t get the medicine he needs because there’s a government out there telling them no. The reasons are arbitrary: the medicine could be used as a poison and can’t be found anywhere else so it might come back to bite the country in the ass if it’s misused by criminals. newsflash: pretty much all medicine is poisonous if it isn’t used correctly, should we stop using penicillin entirely because some people might be allergic to it? they’ve essentially condemned a whole bunch of people to death because they’re worried about their reputation. and that doesn’t sit well with daryan, who is caught up remembering the bullshit justifications his dad would spout when he knocked him around, that kristoph would give when withholding every single penny of money klavier was entitled to until he agreed to do what kristoph wanted. it isn’t right, it isn’t fair and unfair laws shouldn’t have to be upheld, especially when they’re the unfair laws of a country you most definitely did not swear to uphold and protect. it was never about money, though daryan agrees to take it when the chief offers it to him, more for his comfort level than for daryan’s need or desire. it’s about justice and putting a bully in it’s place with a (seemingly) victimless crime that should be so easy given his role in the international division of criminal affairs and klavier’s sudden hard on for the country of borginia. seriously, how could this have been any more straightforward? daryan is capable of murder, though. all cops are. and if it came down to a “them or me” shootout, of course he’d pull the trigger. 

machi: when you come from nothing, the desire to have something of your own is overwhelming. the idea that machi is famous and financially set is disingenuous; he is not individually famous, he is Lamiroir’s “blind” pianist. yes, she views him as a son and seems to care deeply for him, but his main purpose in her life is to perpetuate a lie. machi has been abandoned before; what will happen to him if lamiroir suddenly remembers who she was in the past? what if she has a family and a true son of her own and has no use for him? what if their secret is found out and the public rejects him for his role in it? he is 14. what does he know about being provided for? about contracts and trust funds and royalties? he ended up in an orphanage originally because he was unwanted, and that led to a life of poverty and hardship. abandonment issues are rooted in fear and are rarely logical. i find it far easier to believe that machi did it for the money, but more for the power money might have given him towards independence in an unfeeling and capitalist world.

kristoph: i won’t get into this, because this is supposed to be about daryan and machi and the guitar’s serenade, and kristoph is not really involved in that at all. but i think everything that kristoph has ever done in the game, good or bad, is rooted in a pathological need to constantly be in control. i think that kristoph and klavier both have very intense personalities that they have sought to control over the course of their lives for the sake of their careers. kristoph believes that to be a good lawyer, you need to play your cards close to your chest, that to show your hand is to expose a weakness that the enemy can exploit, that to show no weaknesses at all places you in a position of power. klavier believes that to show his true self, to display his weaknesses and fears to the public, would result only in their rejection. as such, they both wear masks of their own creation even under the most intense of pressures: kristoph as pleasant and calm, klavier as magnetic and dynamic. note the primary difference in their rational? klavier wants to be wanted, while kristoph wants power. and power corrupts, after all. once you have it, what could be more overwhelming than the idea that you might lose it all? it can drive even the most rational people to commit acts of passionate irrationality in the name of holding on to that power. and kristoph has so many pieces involved in his strategy to maintain.  

[et-lesailes]

missing linc // chapter five

series masterlist

pairing: ceo!dad!steve x reader

word count: 1730

chapter summary: reader is shocked when steve and tiana show up to the daycare together, seeming more like a couple than they ever have before.

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notes: would love to hear you guys’ feedback from this chapter heheh.............

You could not be more excited as you sat on the rug of the toddler classroom with Linc, waiting for Steve to come pick up. The boy was happily stacking some of the big, soft blocks on top of each other to form a tower, abruptly knocking it over with a swift movement of his hand while maniacally laughing, then starting all over again. Your heart felt full from watching him and from knowing that you and Steve were about to set up your first date. Well, perhaps it was a little more casual than a date, but you still preferred to call it that considering he had confessed his own feelings for you, too. 

However, when he and Tiana walked into the room together holding hands, your mouth almost dropped open.

“Hello, Y/N!” Tiana chirped, sounding much more energized and bright than usual. You cleared your throat, standing up as Linc jumped to his feet as well, toddling to his parents. “Hi, Tiana. Steve.” You gave him a subtle quizzical glance but to your surprise and dismay, he was avoiding eye contact with you. You felt crushed. What had happened during the short time since you spoke to him on the phone?

“Hi there, my cutie pie!” Tiana leaned over to scoop Linc up into her arms, standing close to Steve as she lifted the baby up towards him. “Wanna give Daddy a kiss?” Linc gladly obliged, puckering his lips and letting out a “mwah” sound towards his father’s cheek, a giggle escaping his throat. You saw Steve smile at that, but you could tell he felt uncomfortable. “Hey, tiger. I missed you today,” he spoke gently, leaning over to kiss the little blond’s head. You watched as Tiana casually held onto Steve’s arm with her free hand, a smile on her face as she looked at you. “Oh, Y/N, we wanted to ask you if you were available this upcoming weekend. Steve rented a cabin in the mountains for us, and we’d love if you’d be able to look after Linc while we’re gone?” She squeezed her husband’s arm with a loving expression as she gazed up at him, continuing, “We figured we’d take advantage of the one week he doesn’t have to travel for work!” Steve nodded with a slight smile, though remained silent.

Now you were beyond shocked. What the hell had happened here? Was David not a part of the story anymore? You were quiet for a bit too long, but quickly spoke up upon realizing this. “Uh, yeah, I’m free this weekend. I can come stay with Linc and watch the house for you guys.” Why were you agreeing to this? Part of you thought you were absolutely insane, but honestly, you were doing it for Linc. No matter what happened between you and his parents, you loved that boy, and so you would happily take care of him when needed. “Great! That is so nice of you, thank you so much.” Tiana smiled, and you noticed her nudge Steve. The businessman cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his suit. “Yes. Thank you, Y/N.” He sounded practically robotic, but Tiana was still full of smiles. “We’ll see you tomorrow! Thanks again!”

You watched as the two turned around and exited the room, their beautiful toddler bouncing and laughing in Tiana’s arms, your heart practically breaking hearing the echo of their footsteps gradually become more faint. That was supposed to be you walking out with Steve and Linc. 

Dejected, you started to gather your things, waiting until you heard the front door of the building open and close before exiting your room yourself.

“You took that way too far.” Steve looked to Tiana with a slight frown as he put Linc into his carseat. “You’re acting like we’re getting back together. Like we’re fixing this relationship. You know that’s not what this is about.”

“No one was stopping you from saying anything,” she replied casually, shrugging her shoulders. Steve rolled his eyes, buckling Linc in and leaning forward to kiss his forehead before closing the car door. “You were trying to rub it in. You wanted her jealous. And I’m going to explain everything to her in private, especially about this weekend trip. But talking to her in front of you and your lies is a waste of time.” Tiana blinked, suddenly looking hurt as she turned around to open the passenger door. 

Noticing this, the CEO sighed as he went to open the driver’s side and getting in. He was stressed. He needed to explain to you as soon as possible that nothing about that scene was what it seemed like; for God’s sake, he wished he had just told you everything the night before, but he hadn’t thought it necessary-- he hadn’t even known Tiana would suddenly bombard him with insisting she come pick up Linc with him. He ran his hand through his blond hair in frustration but forced himself to stay composed.

“Let’s just make the best of this weekend, Ti. One last weekend and it’s over.” 

FLASHBACK: LAST NIGHT

“No. No, absolutely fucking not. Are you-- God, I cannot believe you, Steve, are you fucking serious?!”

Steve was shocked. He blinked a few times, wondering if she was suddenly going to laugh and tell him she was just kidding. When she did not, he stared at her incredulously. “I’m sorry-- so you’re allowed to have a boyfriend, and I can’t take a girl out to eat?” 

“She can’t know about our situation, Steve! That’s the whole reason we’re even still here and in this marriage, we have to make sure people don’t-”

“No, Tiana, you have to make sure people don’t find out. You’re the one who’s so fucking obsessed with covering every single flaw and blemish of this goddamn relationship. I’m trying to take accountability here, I’m trying to make up for what I-”

“You can never make up for what you did, Steve!” Tiana raised her voice, cutting him off with hurt in her angry eyes. “You’re going to have to live with what you did for the rest of your fucking life, and there’s no fucking getting out of it! You tore my damn heart out, Steve! Do you realize that?! You’re not just allowed to do things for me, to let me have my relationship and live in this house, and act like it’s making up for your mistake because it’s not!”

“Alright. Alright, fine.” Steve said with a heavy breath, fists clenched, jaw clenched. “You’re right. But does that mean I’m never allowed to find anyone else again? How is that fair?”

“I don’t want her to know, Steve.”

“She already does know, Tiana. She saw you. She deserves a full explanation.” 

She looked livid now. “Why does she deserve that, Steve? Do you even fully care about her? You just fucking met her, Steve, let’s be real-- this is all about your fucking cradle robbing kink, isn’t it?” Steve’s jaw dropped. “My what?” Tiana rolled her eyes, clearly not fazed by his reaction. “Don’t act like I have to explain. You clearly have a thing for the barely legal ones, don’t you? Is that why you don’t love me anymore? Am I too fucking old for you, Steve?” 

“First, can you stop making me sound like some type of pedophile? Second, it’s not about age with Y/N, Tiana. It’s about connection. Yes, once upon a time me and you had that. But you can’t fucking act like I’m the only one who fell out of love here. Even before Linc came along, there was no hope for either of us and you know that.” 

“And that’s why I tried so hard!” she blurted out, tears running down her face. “I tried to be the best mother I could be for him, the best wife, I was trying, Steve! Even after everything you did! You’re the one who just gave up!” 

He barely bit on his lower lip, feeling both frustrated and guilty at the same time. A combination that had been haunting him ever since the day Linc was conceived. He had to admit, she had him there. He did just give up. When he had felt the loss of connection and intimacy with Tiana, not only had he simply let it be without fighting for it, but crushed her entire heart and being on top of that. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Tiana, I don’t know how many times I can tell you that. But I don’t understand why you still want me after everything we’ve gone through. When you’re in a relationship with another man. I’ve told you I’ll give you however much money you want in the divorce, I’ll even let you have this house.” He stepped closer to her, looking down at her intensely yet helplessly at the same time. “Why can’t you just let all of this go? Why can’t you let both of us move on? Think of Linc… do you really want him growing up in a household like this?”

She was still sniffing, but seemed a little softer. Was he getting to her? Was she finally seeing his point, after nearly two years? 

“Do you really think she’ll want you after she finds out what you did?”

Steve blinked and barely bit his lip. “Well that’s why I need to explain everything. I-- yes, there’s a chance she may hate my guts and will never want to see me again. But I can’t hide everything from her anymore, and I don’t care if that means exposing myself in the process.” 

“Can’t you give me one more chance, Steve?” she suddenly asked, and he had never heard her sound so heartbroken before. “Just-- please, or if anything… one last weekend together. Just the two of us.”

“You keep looking for something that isn’t there, Ti…” he muttered, but he couldn’t help but want to give in. One weekend. One weekend to end this thirteen year relationship on a good note, even though it could be argued that it had really ended almost two years ago. 

“Fine. One last weekend. And then you move on from this. We get a divorce.”

She was quiet for a while and he could tell she was beginning to tear up, though she finally whispered, “And Linc?”

“I take him. You can come visit him whenever you want, he can stay with you on weekends. I’ll ask to work from home instead of having to travel every week.” 

He saw her stiffen, her teeth pulling at her lower lip. He felt bad, but knew that even she knew it was technically fair. 

“I love him like my own son, Steve.” She whispered softly, her voice barely cracking.

“I know. I know, Ti. He is your son. He might as well be.” 

[honestynhedonismthings]

Hell and Back

I’d already been through the wringer. I suffered from a case of sepsis which I found out later was caused by a cut I’d received while having my new mirena inserted. I was getting a new mirena inserted after earlier in the year falling pregnant with a unviable embryo, meaning it wasn’t implanted in my uterus. I miscarried that pregnancy, it was never viable to begin with but it hurt just as much to lose it. It was later discovered I’d fallen pregnant because the mirena I’d had in at the time was dislodged and actually broken, hence getting it replaced when I found out. The most shocking thing wasn’t even the mirena saga, it’s the fact that after my ectopic pregnancy, I’d spent a lot of time and money on doctors who all told me that it was very unlikely I would ever conceive naturally. The sepsis was caught early because being a medical student, I know to keep my own records, and was able to help my doctors retrace my steps and figure out how what could be causing me to be so sick as it was an unusual type of sick for me. I’ve been through a lot in my life, I know my body and I know when something isn’t right. Fast forward to post recovery and you’re being helpful and nice and its familiar and we fell into old patters and slept together.. more than once.. A mistake really but when emotions are running high, sometimes you lose control. It stops anyway, we stop talking. I’m doing well, I’m being a teenager for the first time in my life and everything is sorta normal. I missed my period. I never miss my period. I took 12 pregnancy tests and threw out my pack of smokes after taking the first one. I was pregnant. Scared shitless and pregnant. You’re the only person I’ve had unprotected sex with. I couldn’t believe it. After the miscarriage, I double checked with the doctors again and they still said I’d never have a viable pregnancy and here I was, pregnant, with my ex boyfriend’s child when we’re both finally moving on. I spent that night at the hospital. Shortly after finding out I was pregnant I began to have pains in my stomach, I assumed it was anxiety and ignored it for a few hours until the pain got worse and I feared this pregnancy was ectopic as the pain was so similar to that of an ectopic pregnancy and having already had surgery for that when I was 16, I wasn’t ready to do that again. After a few hours and tests at the hospital, I was free to go home and Chad bought me dinner and I cried. I instantly knew you wouldn’t believe me. You were always in denial about things that were right in front of you. The biggest being that we weren’t good together, the second being that Chad and I are the same person basically. You were stalking my private Tumblr blog, as you were known to do. That’s how you found out I was pregnant. I’d written a journal entry about the whole thing and you messaged me accusing me of lying and came to my house to confront me. I had evidence waiting though, I knew you. Everything I said had to come with evidence when we were together so I knew I had to be especially prepared this time. You’d already accused me of lying in the previous unviable pregnancy; even after I took a pregnancy test with you right there, even after you followed me to the pregnancy advisory centre and accused me of not having an appointment, records confirm I did. You came to my house and I gave you my ultrasounds, the 12 pregnancy tests, the discharge letter from the hospital and a pregnancy record book signed and dated from my GP, you still thought it was bullshit. I was devastated and done with the conversation. I was strong. Until I got sick. I had hyperemesis which is morning sickness on steroids and I’d had it the entire time I was pregnant. For 8 weeks I couldn’t drink or eat. Every day I would try and take a prenatal vitamin because I hadn’t decided and I wanted to do but I wanted to do what was right until I had, but every single day it would come back up and I would cry at my own body hating me. My own body had been against me from the very beginning and it killed me. During those weeks you would ask me to come with you to McDonalds and you would sit there and tell me it’s over with her and you want to be with me but we can’t have a child right now. You sat there and told me you loved me and we would be together and have a family the right way but I had to get a termination now.  I tried so hard to be strong but I always ended up in tears which made me that much more tired. I could barely stay upright as it was. I was so nauseous, every day I thought I’d pass out trying to get to the bathroom. Chad used to come home during his lunch breaks to find me laying feotal position crying in exhaustion because the nausea meant I never slept, anger for you trying to manipulating me, hunger, sadness, but probably worst of all was the the all consuming love I felt for the baby inside me. I’d been told it wasn’t possible. All I’d ever wanted was to be a mum and there were so many obstacles in the way but there she was, innocent in all of this. Perfect. But you didn’t care. She was your obstacle, she was an inconvenience to you and that made you determined to get what you wanted. I most likely would have come to that decision anyway because right now I can’t imagine having a family with anyone else except for Chad, he’s my soul mate. The problem I have is that the decision wasn’t mine. It was a manipulation. I can’t come to terms with what happened because I know I didn’t make that decision for myself. I respect her memory every single day and every single decision I’ve made since has been so one day I’ll be ready for her. That day you took me to the pregnancy advisory centre, I couldn’t fight anymore, I’d given in to your manipulation. I was so tired and sore and hurt, I needed you to take care of me, you’d been in my life for so long and I momentarily forgot everything else, in that moment I just needed you to make it okay. It was only supposed to be an initial consultation. I’d been there before, I knew the drill. I knew in the back of my head I still had a little time for a sign from the universe, something that would tell me it’s okay and I’d be at peace with it because it would have been my decision. But they had a cancelation and of course I’d already been fasting, I hadn’t eaten for weeks. It was happening too fast and you were right there looking so happy that there was no way out. I couldn’t tell you no and that I needed more time. We both know how that would have gone down. All of a sudden there’s a nurse putting an IV in my arm and I’m crying asking for you but you’re not there. I’m all alone. And before I know it, she’s taken from me. Sucked from me with a medical vacuum cleaner like she’s nothing but she was my everything. And I’m awake and I’m still crying for you, I’m yelling at nurses to get you but it’s like they can’t hear me, begging them to bring you here, trying to get up and not being able to feel my legs. Watching people walk past me like nothing happened and I have nothing to be upset about because I came here, you didn’t put a gun to my head. It was a different type of gun and it was pointing at my heart and when she was taken from me I had nothing. Eventually someone brought me out to see you and I can’t believe what I’ve done. I’m crying and you told me you loved me, I didn’t know it would be for the last time. I had no idea just how alone I really was. She was gone, and the next day so were you.

And it’s really only because of Chad that I’ve come out on the other side better than ever. Instead of putting the pieces back together for me, he gave me the time and understanding I needed to put myself back together in a new way and become a better person. Have I made mistakes, fuck yes, but who hasn’t. I can’t regret a single second of it because it’s all what got me to now and I’m the best version of myself right now. I never thought I’d actually make it to 21 and here I am and I actually want to be here. For me.

[mermaidsirennikita]

movie sex: valid or not valid?

Because I have nothing better to do and am the resident movie sexpert, I’m going to rate every single sex scene in this Buzzfeed List of Supposedly Hot Movie Sex Scenes based on its validity (which probably isn’t much).

1. Queen and Slim.  Off to a shameful start in that well I have not seen this, however as Jodie Turner-Smith is involved I’m gonna preemptively say it’s valid.

2. Swimfan.  I have not seen this either but the guy is ugly.  I only tolerate so many people I don’t find attractive.  Not valid.

3. Titanic, the scene where Jack lost his virginity.  EXTREMELY VALID.  The sex steam!  “You’re trembling”!  The way he had no idea what her plan was until she made him grab her tit!

4. Chloe, the scene with Julianne Moore and Amanda Seyfried having mommy issues sex.  I would say valid, but in fact this movie is pretty problematic and plays into the psycho lesbian trope and is a remake of a movie that DOESN’T, so not valid.

5. Dirty Dancing.  Valid, because she touches his butt and also because every time you watch this with someone who grew up in the 80s they’re GUARANTEED to be like “and this part this part THIS PART” when he carelessly tosses her shirt aside.

6. Brokeback Mountain, the tent scene.  Loses points for the lack of lube, but I don’t think archive of our own existed back then so they wouldn’t have known their mistakes.  Also, easily the hottest tent sex.  Valid.

7. Unfaithful, the stairwell scene.  FUCK YES HELL YEAH GOOD SHIT GET IT.  Very valid cheating sex.

8. Indecent Proposal, Demi Moore has sex with her husband, not billionaire Robert Redford.  Lol what a bait and switch, I watched this because it’s my dream to get paid a million to have sex with someone and I have to watch Woody Harrelson have sex?  No thanks.  Not valid.

9. Anna Karenina, when Anna and Vronsky like, dance-fuck?  Fuck-dance?  I don’t know.  Vronsky’s hair is absolutely atrocious, and his mustache makes me feel like he shouldn’t be allowed around children, but this scene is very pretty.  Also, if you’re asking God for forgiveness after sex you probably did it right.  Valid.

10. Out of Sight, Clooney and JLo.  One of those sex scenes that’s like, intercut with the convo leading up to the sex, which can be hit or miss but it’s very sultry and 90s here.  Valid.

11. Vicky Cristina Barcelona, the threesome scene.  First off, lol, WHAT SCENE, you don’t even see shit.  Second, Woody Allen probably got his rocks off to this so instantly NOT VALID.

12. The Girl on the Train.  On Buzzfeed, this is described as, “when Luke Evans goes down on his wife”, and I agree.  VALID.

13. Monster’s Ball.  ............... Halle Berry is very good in this movie.  Is the movie a good movie?  Is this a good sex scene?  Also Billy Bob Thornton is there?  The debates about storytelling and realism can go on and on, but in terms of what I’m judging things by, which is good sex scene-ness,  not valid.

14. Black Swan. Natalie Portman fucks herself but it’s actually Mila Kunis.  You know how things can get when one knows oneself.  Very valid, as is the entire movie.

15. Body of Evidence.  I haven’t seen this movie, but the person who submitted it to Buzzfeed describes it as “the oral and then penetrative sex”, so I don’t trust them first off.  Second, Willem Dafoe and Madonna?  I worry.  Not valid.

16. Roadhouse.  Another movie where every woman who was a teenager in the 80s brings it up like “Have you seen Roadhouse?” with That Gleam in their eye.  Valid.

17. Conversations with Other Women.  I’ve never seen this movie and the cap Buzzfeed chose is absolutely ghastly, truly devastating for Aaron Eckhart, who I do not trust because he is not cute.  Not valid.

18. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the kitchen fuckfight scene.  Listen kids, marriages don’t always work out but you can always look back and watch the moment when Shiloh was conceived!!!  We love witnessing the death of a marriage with brutal boning, QUITE valid.

19. Atonement, the library scene.  Yes!!!  A thousand times yes!!!!  Knightley’s foot gradually lifting off the ground, the “I love yous”, the entire mood getting killed when her kid sister walks in?  Perfection.  Valid.

20. Rocketman, Elton John bones Richard Madden.  So valid!  It’s very sweet and loving even though you know Richard Madden is bad news, and also I totally get why Elton almost lost a career over him.  Same, bro!

21. Y Tu Mama Tambien, the threesome.  Y’all can fuck a Goldfinch, actually attractive men (Gael Garcia Bernal and Diego Luna) actually make out with their actual lips and consummate their erotic friendship while the dying woman they’ve been roadtripping with blows them simultaneously.  Get your fucking shit together.  VALID.

22. The Mountain Between Us.  I.... I feel like a fraud here, but I did not like this scene.  Idris is very hot, but he looks like he’s crying during?  And I mean maybe that’s appropriate considering the fact that they almost died on a mountain, but that’s not my style.  Not valid, but gently.  Tearfully.

23. Her, that scene when Joaquin has phone sex with a robot.  I think that says it all.  Not valid.

24. The Piano, the scene where Harvey Keitel and Holly Hunter finally bone.  Like, am I attracted to Harvey Keitel?  No.  Let us get this disclaimer out there.  Is there some weird shit in this movie?  Yes.  But you can like.................. hear the vigor with which he’s going down on her in this scene......................................... ladies this was directed by a woman and you can TELL.  Valid.

25. A History of Violence, the stair scene.  This movie is very weird to me in so many ways, but like.  That shit.  That shit was..................... something.  Valid.

26. Crimson Peak, Tom Hiddleston fucks his wife when he wants to be fucking his sister.  I made this entire list because I saw the screencap of this scene for the article and laughed aloud.  Oh.  OH, Hiddlesstans.  Y’all think this was sexy?  His pale ass, the way he tried to snakedance his way up her body?  Oh.  Oh, my children.  Watch some other scenes, I beg of you.  Not valid, but a decent effort.

[let-it-raines]

Mistress of the Sea (3/3)

He comes into the tavern whenever he's docked in Misthaven, always following his crew and settling down at the table in the center of the room, ordering a rum before falling into telling a rousing story that has the entire room roaring with laughter. It's like that for years, and Emma gets used to watching Captain Killian Jones in his element on land, idly wondering what he must be like when at sea. They speak to each other, enough to know names and to be comfortable in conversation, but he's rarely around long enough for her to truly know him, his mistress of the sea always calling him home. 

And yet he always returns to Emma.

Rating: Mature (mostly this part)

A/N: I literally have no idea where part three of this came from, but here it is! I was saving it for an event posting later this month, but since I have something else for that now, I figured why not share it now?

You don’t need to have read the first two parts to understand, but they do help💜

Found on AO3: Beginning | Current

Tumblr: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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-/-

“You need more rum.”

“Alright.”

“And whiskey.”

“I’ve got it.”

“And I think the sheets upstairs need to be replaced soon as well.”

Emma scribbles the words down on her parchment, the ink of her pen marking her fingertips, before bending down to brush a kiss across Oliver’s cheek, making his cheeks redden in a way that’s only obvious because he’s been cursed (or blessed according to his father) with her pale skin and scattered freckles. He’s the most handsome seven-year-old boy in all of the kingdoms with his dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, eyelashes as long as she wishes hers were, and a gap-toothed smile that makes her days every time she elicits one from him.

For someone who was never sure that she wanted to be a mother, her son makes her question that train of thought every single day, even on the days where he refuses to eat his dinner and disobeys her orders.

Meeting Killian and falling in love with him in this tavern over months and years changed everything for her, and the kid helping her take stock of the tavern is just one of the many tangible things that prove that.

The small toddler with dark black hair and blue eyes, tanned skin with no freckles to be seen, walking between the tables talking to the dwarves is another one of those proofs.

Her little Maribel.

“Mummy,” Oliver sighs, his shoulders shrugging as he hops up onto the countertop despite how many times she has told him not to do that, “can we have dinner soon?”

“Ruby is making you something.”

“Ruby doesn’t make good food.”

Emma rolls her eyes, unable to stop herself, before she adjusts her trousers on her waist, the pants far too big for her now, and reaches over to pick Oliver up and place him back on the ground. The children spend their days with her in the tavern when they’re not at the school building or at home with Killian, and considering it is the summer holidays and Killian is somewhere miles and miles away, they’ve been constants at her sides. She doesn’t mind. She quite likes that she gets to spend time with them, especially because Oliver truly is such a big help. He gets his meticulousness from his father, and even when it drives her into madness, she loves the way that both he and Killian will sit outside of their front door at the cottage and straighten the fence posts or the way that Oliver will arrange Killian’s novels in his quarters on the Jolly.

Thinking of his captain’s cabin, thinking of the small bed with a warm quilt and soft pillows and the gentle rocking of the waves makes her heart ache with missing him. It’s almost unbearable some nights, her heart and mind attacking her wondering where her husband is, if he’s safe, if he’s coming home soon, if he’s coming home at all. She’s always been an independent person because of her lack of upbringing, someone who never relied on others, and while she gets on just fine without Killian home, she wants him home.

Or she wants to be out at sea with him.

Wherever he is, she would like to be there as well and be by his side every single day.

Life isn’t quite the same without him flirting with her while she works – he often pretends that they haven’t been married to each other for eight years now whenever his crew visits the tavern, and when he does this, he flirts with her much more openly and with more explicit detail than he ever did when he was her patron – or taking the children fishing and teaching them to read in the daylight hours. Her life is fuller with him and the crinkles around his eyes that she likes to trace in the early morning light. He often smiles at her, a crooked little thing, and then leans forward so that his lips can connect with every bit of skin that she has.

Her husband is a man who has killed, who has stolen, who has scars from life that he has taken and given, but in the mornings when the warm sunlight shines through the window in their bedroom and he’s smiling at her how he does, she can see nothing but love in the blue of his eyes.

The blue that is full of a lifetime spent on the ocean and yet is infinitely better than the sea in every conceivable way.

“There’s not a day will go by I won’t think of you.”

“Good.”

Her heart aches for the blue, and even the exact substitute that she sees in the eyes of her children cannot replicate it.

The glint isn’t quite right.

She would know. She can see those eyes even when her eyes are closed and darkness surrounds her.

“Ruby makes perfectly good food,” she tells Oliver, placing her hands on her hips and staring down at him with squinted eyes that she knows make him listen. “Why don’t you go help her cook? She’s always telling me that you’re her favorite partner.”

“Even more than Maribel?”

“Only because you can reach the shelves.”

Oliver nods his head and darts past her and back into the kitchen. Ruby is most definitely going to despise her for sending Oliver back there when she’s trying to finish baking the bread for tonight as well as cooking a stew for them. If Ruby didn’t love them the way that she does, and maybe if she didn’t need the extra help, Emma knows that she would not have this job to return to whenever she’s home in Misthaven for long enough periods of time to need to work to fill her days and her coin purse.

(Ruby has been her closest friend for over a decade now, and under no circumstances would she ever ask her to leave the tavern even if she’s not the most reliable barmaid. Her children and husband? Yes. Her? No.)

“Oi,” Leroy calls out from his spot in the corner, several ale mugs already in front of him, “yer wee lassie is climbing up my boots, Mistress Jones.”

“Maribel,” Emma calls out, already walking out from behind the bar to cross the old wooden planks that need to be swept again. “Maribel, darling, don’t climb on Leroy’s boots.”

“Papa’s boots.”

Her eyes glance down at Leroy’s boots, and while they don’t truly resemble Killian’s, she can see how someone who is not yet three could get them confused with the boots her Papa wears. Killian’s left a pair sitting just inside the entrance to their cottage, and Maribel passes by them, nearly right at her eye level, every time she so much as enters the main part of their cottage.

Her heart could not possibly ache any more than it already does tonight.

“My darling,” she sighs, bending down and scooping Maribel up into her arms so that she rests at her hip, “those are like Papa’s boots, aren’t they? I think Papa’s feet may be too big to fit in them though.”

“No,” she giggles, her eyes scrunching up like Killian’s do.

Heartache.

“Oh, I think so. Papa has the largest feet you’ll ever see. Larger than even a giant.”

“Papa is small.”

“I think you and I are not talking about the same man here, my love.”

“Wench,” a man huffs, his voice dripping with disdain, “I didn’t come here tonight to watch you coddle your bastard. I’m out of rum. Fetch me some more.”

Anger bubbles up under her skin, the desire to reach into the strap inside of her trousers and grab her knife just at the surface. They get assholes in here every now and then, travelers from outside of town and drunks who don’t know any better, and she’ll never not be someone who rises up in defense of her children. She has made plenty of mistakes in her life, Killian too, but their children deserve no hatred.

None.

“Get out of here, you buffoon,” Ruby shouts, coming out of the kitchen with Oliver at her heels. Emma knows that the word buffoon was simply because children are around, and Emma both loves her and hates her for it when the man is a fucking asshole.

“Why the hell should I listen to you, bitch?”

There’s a collective murmur around the tavern, a familiar one really, and Emma grabs Oliver’s hand and tugs him along with her to get out of the way. Graham and Anton will be inside in a minute, the two of them usually making their way inside when there’s a commotion, but in all honesty, Ruby doesn’t need them to handle men like this.

“Well,” she scowls, stepping up to him, “for one, I own this tavern, and I only serve who I want. Secondly,” she holds up a finger as she gets closer, their height discrepancy lessened by the height of Ruby’s confidence, “I know how to use any and all weapons. And finally, and I think you might like this one best, the woman whose child you just called a bastard, is Captain Killian Jones’s wife.” His face pales, and Emma can barely hide her snicker. “Ah, so you know who he is then? I imagine you do, and I imagine you’ll want to leave now and strongly consider never coming back. The Captain is here most nights. I believe he’ll be in later tonight, but he had some business to attend to.”

If the man had a tail like a dog, it’d surely be stuck between his legs as he nearly runs out of the tavern, his hip bumping into tables and knocking over chairs. Emma suspects that’s all intentional, especially when he slams the door with such ferocity that the entire building shakes, but when it all settles down, all of their patrons break out into laughter, the sounds of joy coming back to the Mistress of the Sea.

“You have too much fun pulling that line,” Emma sighs at Ruby as the woman walks toward she and the children.

Ruby smirks, something so similar to Killian that she wonders if all of the people in her life have the ability to do that or if she’s starting to imagine things. “It’s too damn entertaining. Even if your husband wasn’t a seafaring man with good looks you hear stories about, you marrying him would be worth it simply to terrify folks like that.”

“Why would someone be scared of Papa?” Oliver asks innocently. “He’s not scary.”

“That’s because he loves you, kid. Your Papa would go to the ends of the earth to protect us, and sometimes that means he scares people.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I wouldn’t suspect that you do.”

The rest of the night passes quickly, the tavern rather subdued, and she leaves Ruby and Ashley to take care of things as she walks the children home, Maribel sleeping on her shoulder and Oliver holding her hand as they walk down beaten, sand-filled paths. She knows this walk like the back of her hand, and even if they do live a few minutes too far from the tavern and the docks, she likes the way their cottage is secluded enough for them to have safety and privacy, as well as their own strip of sand. The sea breeze wafts past her nose, salt in the air surrounding them, and the smell relaxes her as she opens the front door to the cottage and sends Oliver off to his room to change into his sleep clothes as she lights the lanterns so that they have more light than the simple moonlight.

She’ll bathe the children in the morning and wash all of their clothes, but she’s simply too tired to do all of that right now.

By the light of the lantern, she reads Oliver and Maribel one of their stories, softly recreating the voices of different characters. She can’t do it quite like Killian can, but she likes to think that she’s gotten better. The complaints have certainly lessened.

Maribel falls asleep first, Oliver soon after, and she closes the book and blow out the lantern light before kissing each of their foreheads and closing their bedroom door so that she can move to her own bedroom, changing out of her clothes and into one of Killian’s shirts. She has her own nightgowns, pretty ones that Killian brings home for her, but she likes the way Killian’s shirts fall across her thighs and keep her mostly covered but also cool during summer nights.

She swears that it still smells like him too, and that makes it all the better.

Her hair takes far too long to brush out, and sometimes she’s tempted to cut it more and make it more manageable, but she knows that she’d miss the plaits she can do with it and how Killian runs his fingers through it when they’re talking. It’s a part of her, and once it is smoothed out, she finds that she doesn’t hate it so much.

She loves it.

And she loves how easily she falls into slumber that night when she’s been struggling with sleeping lately.

-/-

There’s a creak against the floorboard, and Emma’s eyes immediately open as she quickly sits up and reaches for the knife that she keeps underneath the bed. Her heart is beating far too quickly to be healthy, and she’s ready to fight whoever has invaded their home in the darkness of the night.

Or not.

Because standing above her is the man whose blue eyes she’s been dreaming about.

The dreams don’t do them justice.

“Killian,” she breathes out on a sigh, dropping her weapon to the floor so that it clatters against the wood. It takes less than two seconds for her to rise from the bed and launch herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and…he’s so solid against her, warm and firm and feeling just like he did when he left. And he smells like he did, inviting and salty with the smallest hint of leather. His hands are welcomed and rough as they move up her bare thighs, holding her up against him, and she can feel her heart still beating wildly in her chest. And she can also feel his as the proof that he’s very much full of life. “Hi, my love.”

“Hello, Swan,” he chuckles into her neck, his breath hot in a way that sends shivers down her spine and his accent so damn pleasant that a sob gets caught in her throat, “I’m glad you decided to embrace me instead of killing me.”

“I thought you were an intruder.”

“I know I’ve been gone for a good while, but I wouldn’t think that your husband is an intruder. Don’t you remember me?”

Emma unburies her face from his neck so that she can look at his face in an attempt to soak all of this in and prove that she’s not dreaming. It’s difficult to see in the dim light, but she can see enough to look at his tanned skin and the thick stubble that resides along his jaw and over his lips. He hasn’t shaved in what looks like weeks, and while she doesn’t dislike it, she much prefers when he’s close shaved, his stubble a pleasant scratch against her skin. He also hasn’t cut his hair, the dark fringe falling messily over his forehead, and she imagines she’ll be cutting it sometime tomorrow.

Tomorrow. He’ll be here tomorrow.

“I think you may need to remind me,” she murmurs before tilting her head forward and gliding her lips over his. He tastes of salt, but that’s not what she truly notices when she can feel the softness of his lips mixed in with the odd feeling of his beard. It’s slow, reverent, thorough, and she can’t stop moving her lips over his while never staying long enough in one spot to keep deepening the kiss.

There are too many places to kiss for her to stay in one place.

“I can do that, my mistress.”

“Can I be your mistress when I am your wife?”

“You will always be my mistress of the sea,” Killian whispers as he leans her forward and softly places her on the bed, the mattress soft against her back as her husband peppers kisses across her jaw while his hands slide up and down the outside of her thighs, pulling her shirt up to rest at her hips. “Have you been sleeping in my shirt this entire time, darling?”

“Some nights,” she answers honestly, tilting her neck to the side to give Killian access as he trails his lips across her skin, sending sharp shivers down her spine and causing heat to pool between her thighs. “Other nights in one of the nightgowns you’ve bought me, sometimes I’m wearing nothing at all.”

He squeezes her thighs then, and his fingers inch over them so that he’s brushing against the inside of her legs where she’s sensitive, the rough pads of his fingers bring her pleasure. “Why Mrs. Jones,” he mumbles into her ear, his beard still scratching at her skin in an unfamiliar way, “how scandalous. Don’t you know that it’s improper for you to wear nothing to bed? It is not the way of a lady.”

Emma chuckles, unable to help herself, and uses her hands to grab onto Killian’s cheeks and pull him to her so that she can see his eyes again and the little red mark on his cheek that she’s missed. Oh, and the quirked brow. She may have missed that most of all.

“Don’t you know?” she mock gasps, pressing a kiss to his scar. “I’ve never been a lady, but I truly ruined my reputation when I married a pirate of all things.”

“You’re my lady,” he says before he captures her mouth with his and presses his body weight further onto hers so that she can feel the hard lines of his stomach and the muscles of his thighs, the comforting weight that comes with him being on top of her. His kiss is somehow gentle and rough, possessive really, and the way that he’s running his tongue over the seam of her lips has her opening up to him so that their tongues can tangle together in a hot slide that has Killian groaning when she pushes her hips up to his to feel the friction that she wants, that she needs.

“You are my lady,” he pants again, pecking her lips before kissing the indent in her chin and moving down her neck to kiss the hollow of her throat. “And you are my mistress.” His lips run along her collarbone now, harshly biting down, and she gasps, pleasure and heat continuing to curl within her as gooseflesh rises on her skin. “And the mother of my beloved children.” He runs his tongue down the concave between her breasts. “My closest companion.” He noses away the fabric covering her now before lightly kissing a tightened nipple. “My wife.” Killian looks up at her now through his long, dark lashes, and she smiles down at him while her hand runs through his thick, soft hair that’s got bits of the sea situated in it. “You are my everything, and I have sailed all of the seas to come home to you.”

Then his tongue is circling her nipple and his teeth are biting down. Her hips arch up in response, and she can feel his growing hardness against her bare thigh. Every doctor in the realm would worry about her heart for the way that it’s beating within her chest, but there is nothing to worry about. She is simply in love with a man who is her everything as well.

She is in love with a man who is home.

The two of them have been intimate with each other for nearly a decade now, and while there are times when it is not necessarily thrilling, she knows from talking with other woman that their intimate times are not quite like what she has. Their husbands and lovers do not always take the time to bring them pleasure as Killian does with her, so she revels in the time that he spends lavishing her breasts, in the time that he spends with his dark head of hair buried between her thighs as he brings her pleasure that cannot be replicated by anything else in the world.

That’s always one of her favorite things.

But so is the way that Killian’s jaw clenches when her lips kiss at his hip, at the inked skin of her name written on his flesh, and how he arches his hips off of the bed when her fingers brush over his length in smooth motions that she knows that he enjoys. The curses that curl off of his tongue, deep and dark, stir her on as she takes him in her mouth and hums around him. There’s something wonderful about how much she can control his bliss, can bring him to feeling so wonderful, but then Killian is gently pulling on her hair to bring her away from him.

“Darling,” he pants, running his hands down her arms and squeezing her upper arms, “I love you, but I have been without you for seven weeks. I will burst if I am not inside you soon.”

She nods her head up and down before crawling up his body and settling herself over his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against the sensitive flesh between her thighs, and she slowly guides him into her so that he can stretch her, fill her, be within her, the two of them connected in every way.

“I love you,” she murmurs while starting to roll her hips. “I have missed you, have missed the feeling of you inside of me.”

“I have missed the feeling of being within you.” His fingers tug at the hem of her – his– shirt until it’s pulled above her shoulders, leaving her bare, and while one hand stays steady on her hip, the other comes to hold her breast. “You are so beautiful, my beloved.”

It’s a subtle, slow rocking of hips. She props her hands behind her back, fingers curling into the sheets, and Killian cants up into her to further sheath himself inside of her. They are experts in a quick fuck, in bringing each other pleasure as quickly as possible when they don’t have much time or the adrenaline is high after a dangerous night out on the waters, but they are moreover experts in relishing in the way that they join, in relishing in the way that their love allows them to fall apart slowly with stolen breaths and muttered words of love and affection.

Never again will she allow him to leave her for this long.

Never again.

It’s what she always says, every single time, and yet at least once a year, she has to watch him go. It’s the life of someone whose husband is meant to spend time on the ocean and with his crew. She cannot keep him with her, with their children, when there is a job to be done, a life to be lived, and what is seven weeks out of a long year when she gets a lifetime with this man?

Later, when they are both sated and there’s an ache between her thighs that she knows she will carry with her all of tomorrow, she curls into Killian’s side, her fingers tangling into the soft hair on his chest and her leg stuck between his calves. It’s perfect, especially with the way that Killian’s strong arm is wrapped around her shoulder and his fingers toy with the tips of her hair.

“Do the children look the same?” he ponders, pressing his mouth to her forehead and lingering there.

“Maribel’s hair has grown and gotten curlier, and I think she might be the slightest bit taller. Oliver is most definitely taller, and he’s lost some of his teeth. He looks ridiculous.”

Killian chuckles into her hair, and she feels his lips again. “Would I be horrible if I went to wake them up now so I can see them?”

She slaps his chest. “Yes! They already had a late night, and not even their Papa being home will wipe away their crankiness. Besides, I want you all to myself for as long as I can have you.”

It’s a quick tilt of her head upward to kiss his jaw before she settles back down against his shoulder.

“Will you take tomorrow off from the tavern? I think I’d like to have you and the children to myself as well. I don’t like traveling without you all.”

“I’m sure you and the crew get to have much more fun without all of us around.”

“Bloody hell, no, Emma. They all love you. It’s a bit disconcerting. It was just us for so long, but now, whenever we voyage without you, every man on that ship whines over not having you to talk with or to tell stories. I swear to you, darling, when I give an order, they look around for you like you are the Captain.”

“I always knew I had a commanding presence.”

“Aye, that’s very true. Scarlet has likely missed you as much as I have.”

“Good. I’ve missed him. The kids have too. I’m going to invite him to dinner when I next see him.”

“He’s already invited himself.”

She chuckles at that, burying her face into his shoulder and breathing in the salty smell of him, both the sea still on his skin as well as the sweat that formed during their lovemaking. “Are you going to tell me about your travels? Where did you go? Did you bring home any gold?”

“Ah, I knew you were only with me for my gold.” “You’ve foiled my plan.”

A sigh passes through his lips, and he straightens his shoulders, curling a bit more into her and tugging their quilt higher on the bed. “I will tell you everything you want to know, but Emma, I think I need you to tell me everything about your time here. I thought of you every day, and I want to make up for every moment that I’ve missed.”

-/-

When Emma wakes, the first thing she notices is the sunlight filtering through the window and the drapes, everything cast in a soft glow as her eyes adjust to yellow glow that’s brighter than she’s used to waking up to in the mornings. The second thing she notices is the lack of her husband in their bed, and when she runs her hand over the spot where he sleeps, it’s cold to the touch. For a moment, she worries once more that last night was a dream, that he’s not truly home, but the ache between her thighs and purpling bruise on her collarbone tell her otherwise.

Surely it was dreamy, but it was not a dream.

Slowly, she rises from the bed, moving over to her chest to find a shift to wear for this morning. She could get fully dressed, but since she doesn’t plan on leaving their cottage anytime soon, there is truly no point in wearing anything other than a pale blue shift that keeps her from walking around without clothes, which is perfectly fine with she and Killian, their children not so much.

The bedroom door is cracked when she goes to open it in search of Killian, and it doesn’t take long to find him. He’s sitting at the table, a plate of sausage and eggs in front of him that he must have gotten up and cooked, and Maribel is curled up in his lap with her arms wrapped around his stomach as much as she can reach and her unruly head of hair resting on his chest while she chews on a piece of bread. Oliver is sitting across from them, his hair sticking up in the back, and he’s very much eating off of Killian’s plate.

For as glad as she was to see Killian last night and as glad as she was to keep him to herself for a few hours, there are few sights like him sitting with his children listening to them talk over breakfast. It’s a routine in their life, one that happens whether they’re on land or sailing the seas, and it’s something that she didn’t know that she missed so damn much.

All of her loves in one place again. It’s the closest to perfection that life can get.

“And then,” Oliver gasps, his mouth very obviously full of food, “the man was loud with Mummy, but Aunt Ruby came out from the kitchen and told him that he couldn’t be mean to Mummy because you were going to show up.”

“Oh, was I going to protect Mummy then, lad?” Killian questions, raising a brow and winking so that she knows that he’s seen her this morning.

“Yes. You’re a pirate, so you have to protect Mummy and me and Maribel.”

“Is that what a pirate does?”

Oliver shrugs his shoulders. “Sometimes. You also drink lots rum and wear lots of jewelry with skulls on them.”

“Ah,” Killian sighs, spearing a piece of sausage with his fork and offering it to Maribel before he takes a bite out of it himself, “you are right on that, but I think you have more that you need to learn about being a pirate. I think I’ll have to take you and your sister to spend some more time on the Jolly Roger soon. Your bunk is waiting for you there.” “What?” Emma laughs, finally stepping away from the doorframe and walking toward her family, the wood cool beneath her feet. “Do I not get invited to spend time on the Jolly Roger and have pirate lessons?”

“You do, darling,” Killian smiles, tilting his head up so that she can press a kiss to his lips, one, two, three times. “Your bunk is waiting for you as well, preferably with me already in it.” He waggles his eyebrows at that, and she slaps his shoulder. The scoundrel. “But I think today I want to go to our beach and do a little swimming, maybe even some fishing, yeah?”

“Shells?” Maribel asks, looking up at Killian so that he can bop her nose.

“Aye, my little love, we can collect your shells as well. I have a jar of them that I’ve brought home for you to display above our fireplace.”

-/-

Emma’s knees are tugged up to her chest as she watches Killian and Oliver stand in the water with fishing poles in their hands. Killian has on a pair of old trousers that have been rolled up to his calves, but the water is still hitting them and soaking through the brown material. Those two have been standing in the water for nearly an hour now, and they haven’t caught a thing.

Not one.

And she’s not entirely sure why Killian hasn’t moved to another spot where the fish are more plentiful, but honestly, she thinks that it’s because Oliver keeps giggling and splashing about and Killian doesn’t care enough about catching them some dinner when their son is having such a good time.

(She doesn’t care either.)

“Mummy, look,” Maribel speaks quietly. She’s holding a handful of red and white shells, most of them unbroken but a few chipped on the sides.

“Those are beautiful, darling.” Emma holds her hand out to take them from Maribel so that she can carefully place them in the basket. “You’re doing so well in your collections. Papa is going to be so happy to see them.”

This gets a big grin out of Maribel, and Emma has to roll her eyes the slightest bit. The man leaves them for seven weeks, and yet he’s still got them wrapped around his finger.

(It’s the same with her.)

“We can keep them?”

“Yeah, kid, we can keep them. I’m going to put them in their home with all of the others.”

“I’m hungry.”

Emma laughs at the sudden change of subject, which is pretty common for this one, and she reaches forward to grab Maribel and start running her fingers over her stomach so that Maribel starts laughing in a fit of high-pitched giggles that could probably be captured in a jar and sold as pure joy.

“You’re hungry?” Emma teases, keeping her fingers moving as her daughter squirms. “What are we going to do about that, huh? I think we need to complain to your Papa and your brother that they aren’t catching us fish for dinner.”

“M-mummy,” Maribel squeals, her entire face scrunched up in laughter. “I want a sweet cake.”

“Maybe tomorrow, lovely,” Emma sighs, picking Maribel up and kissing her cheek. “Tomorrow we’ll go down to the docks and let Papa buy you a sweet cake, okay?”

Emma stands from the ground, the soft sand sinking below her feet, and picks Maribel up to rest on her hip while she walks the two of them out to the water, the bottom of her dress soaking with salt water. She needs to find some shorter pieces to wear when they’re on their secluded slice of the beach because there is really no other way to enjoy the ocean than letting it hit her bare skin as Killian swims around her.

“Darling,” Emma calls as she walks up to Killian and Oliver, “Maribel tells me that she’s ready for supper, and yet I don’t think the two of you have caught any fish.”

“Aye, well, the fish don’t seem to be as welcoming to my return as all of you are. Did you scare them off while I was away by telling them tall tales about me?”

“Papa, fish don’t talk,” Oliver corrects him.

“Fish talk like the ocean does, lad. Just because we do not speak their language does not mean they do not have one of their own.”

“I think you got too much sun on your trip, and now you’re crazy.”

She and Killian both snicker at Oliver’s words, the two of them unable to hide their laughs at him. Or rather with him. He’s such a smart child, one she cannot believe is her own, and one day she simply knows that he is going to grow up to be just like Killian.

They could all be so lucky.

-/-

“Should we move them to their beds?”

“Not now,” Emma sighs, leaning back into Killian’s chest and bringing his hands around her waist to rest on her stomach.

They came inside from the beach not an hour ago, staying out there much longer than anticipated when Killian and Oliver miraculously started to catch a few fish and then Maribel insisted that everyone continue to collect shells with her. All of their skin is a little darker than before and thankfully not red with burns, but Emma can tell that their children’s tiredness stems from a day out in the sunshine with little reprieve. It was wonderful in every conceivable way, but so is sitting in their den with Maribel and Oliver sound asleep on the plush rug while she and Killian sit together on their cushioned chair.

He may have spent most of his time today with their children, as he very well should have, but now that they are asleep, all of his attention is back to her, as it very well should be.

At least for these few moments.

Killian sighs behind her, and she feels his lips press into the skin at her shoulder, his nose moving away the fabric of the nightgown she’s changed into. “They are so wonderful. I never thought – after I lost Liam and Milah, I never thought that I would want to have children or would want to bring them into this world, but I cannot thank you enough for giving them to me.”

Her heartbeat stutters as emotion lodges itself in her throat, and all she can do is lean back further into his chest and squeeze his hands over where they reside on her stomach.

“It was a team effort, but since I did do most of the work, I will take that compliment.”

Killian laughs behind her, his entire chest moving with it so that she moves too. “No one in all of the realms has a wife with as much humor with you, I swear to it. I have asked hundreds of men.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“You are impossible.”

“And you love me for that.”

“Aye,” he mumbles, kissing her shoulder again while his nails trace patterns into her stomach and over her wrists, “I do. I love you and every part of your past and present that makes up who you are. I spent so many nights in my quarters wishing that I had you beside me in bed or that you were sitting at the table reading a book that you’ve already read many times over. I simply want to be beside you at all times, even when you are cross with me, and not having you with me nearly killed me. Every tavern the crew went into was wrong because you were not serving us our drinks and telling stories. Every beach I went to was empty because I didn’t have you to swim with me or the children to collect shells with me. You have changed every facet of my life, and I sometimes I feel inadequate in that I am not as nearly wonderful to you as you are to me.”

“Killian,” she immediately whispers before tilting her head back to kiss at his jaw. Her mind is still trying to wrap around all of his words, of the emotions behind them all, but she does not need time to know that the last little bit is utterly and completely false. “You are my everything, and it’s my wish that you never feel inadequate in how much you mean to me, to us. You are the one who has changed every facet of my life, who takes me on great adventures and shows me how much of the world that there is to discover, but in truth, I need nothing more than for you to hold me as we fall asleep or for you to make me laugh at any and all times of the day. Right now, right here, you are giving me more than enough by simply being who you are.”

His head nods behind her, the scruff of his newly shaven beard pleasantly scratching against her skin, and his warmth radiates over every inch of her body, embracing her as he does.

“I love you, my beloved, and I promise to hold you just like this for as long as I can as I do not have any inclination as to why I should let go.”

Emma closes her eyes and takes hold of his hands once more, bringing his knuckles to her lips so that she can brush a kiss over each one.

She’s never letting go either.

[visualreverence]

Dune Genesis by Frank Herbert

(Image by John Schoenherr, text via: https://vasil.ludost.net/dunegenesis.pdf)

This essay was originally published in the July 1980 issue of Omni Magazine. It has never been reprinted, and most DUNE fans have not had the opportunity to read Frank Herbert's description of creating his masterpiece

Dune began with a concept whose mostly unfleshed images took shape across about six years of research and one and a half years of writing. The story was all in my head until it appeared on paper as I typed it out.

How did it evolve? I conceived of a long novel, the whole trilogy as one book about the messianic convulsions that periodically overtake us. Demagogues, fanatics, con-game artists, the innocent and the not-so-innocent bystanders-all were to have a part in the drama. This grows from my theory that superheroes are disastrous for humankind. Even if we find a real hero (whatever-or whoever-that may be), eventually fallible mortals take over the power structure that always comes into being around such a leader.

Personal observation has convinced me that in the power area of politics/economics and in their logical consequence, war, people tend to give over every decision-making capacity to any leader who can wrap himself in the myth fabric of the society. Hitler did it. Churchill did it. Franklin Roosevelt did it. Stalin did it. Mussolini did it.

My favorite examples are John F. Kennedy and George Patton. Both fitted themselves into the flamboyant Camelot pattern, consciously assuming bigger-than-life appearance. But the most casual observation reveals that neither was bigger than life. Each had our common human ailment-clay feet.

This, then, was one of my themes for Dune: Don't give over all of your critical faculties to people in power, no matter how admirable those people may appear to be. Beneath the hero's facade you will find a human being who makes human mistakes. Enormous problems arise when human mistakes are made on the grand scale available to a superhero. And sometimes you run into another problem.

It is demonstrable that power structures tend to attract people who want power for the sake of power and that a significant proportion of such people are imbalanced-in a word, insane.

That was the beginning. Heroes are painful, superheroes are a catastrophe. The mistakes of superheroes involve too many of us in disaster.

It is the systems themselves that I see as dangerous Systematic is a deadly word. Systems originate with human creators, with people who employ them. Systems take over and grind on and on. They are like a flood tide that picks up everything in its path. How do they originate?

All of this encapsulates the stuff of high drama, of entertainment-and I'm in the entertainment business first. It's all right to include a pot of message, but that's not the key ingredient of wide readership. Yes, there are analogs in Dune of today's events-corruption and bribery in the highest places, whole police forces lost to organized crime, regulatory agencies taken over by the people they are supposed to regulate. The scarce water of Dune is an exact analog of oil scarcity. CHOAM is OPEC.

But that was only the beginning.

While this concept was still fresh in my mind, I went to Florence, Oregon, to write a magazine article about a US Department of Agriculture project there. The USDA was seeking ways to control coastal (and other) sand dunes. I had already written several pieces about ecological matters, but my superhero concept filled me with a concern that ecology might be the next banner for demagogues and would-be-heroes, for the power seekers and others ready to find an adrenaline high in the launching of a new crusade.

Our society, after all, operates on guilt, which often serves only to obscure its real workings and to prevent obvious solutions. An adrenaline high can be just as addictive as any other kind of high.

Ecology encompasses a real concern, however, and the Florence project fed my interest in how we inflict ourselves upon our planet. I could begin to see the shape of a global problem, no part of it separated from any other-social ecology, political ecology, economic ecology. It's an open-ended list.

Even after all of the research and writing, I find fresh nuances in religions, psychoanalytic theories, linguistics, economics, philosophy, plant research, soil chemistry, and the metalanguages of pheromones. A new field of study rises out of this like a spirit rising from a witch's cauldron: the psychology of planetary societies.

Out of all this came a profound reevaluation of my original concepts. In the beginning I was just as ready as anyone to fall into step, to seek out the guilty and to punish the sinners, even to become a leader. Nothing, I felt, would give me more gratification than riding the steed of yellow journalism into crusade, doing the book that would right the old wrongs.

Reevaluation raised haunting questions. I now believe that evolution, or deevolution, never ends short of death, that no society has ever achieved an absolute pinnacle, that all humans are not created equal. In fact, I believe attempts to create some abstract equalization create a morass of injustices that rebound on the equalizers. Equal justice and equal opportunity are ideals we should seek, but we should recognize that humans administer the ideals and that humans do not have equal ability.

Reevaluation taught me caution. I approached the problem with trepidation. Certainly, by the loosest of our standards there were plenty of visible targets, a plethora of blind fanaticism and guilty opportunism at which to aim painful barbs.

But how did we get this way? What makes a Nixon? What part do the meek play in creating the powerful? If a leader cannot admit mistakes, these mistakes will be hidden. Who says our leaders must be perfect? Where do they learn this?

Enter the fugue. In music, the fugue is usually based on a single theme that is played many different ways. Sometimes there are free voices that do fanciful dances around the interplay. There can be secondary themes and contrasts in harmony, rhythm, and melody. From the moment when a single voice introduces the primary theme, however, the whole is woven into a single fabric.

What were my instruments in this ecological fugue? Images, conflicts, things that turn upon themselves and become something quite different, myth figures and strange creatures from the depths of our common heritage, products of our technological evolution, our human desires, and our human fears.

You can imagine my surprise to learn that John Schoenherr, one of the world's most foremost wildlife artists and illustrators, had been living in my head with the same images. People find it difficult to believe that John and I had no consultations prior to his painting of the Dune illustrations. I assure you that the paintings were a wonderful surprise to me.

The Sardaukar appear like the weathered stones of Dune. The Baron's paunch could absorb a world. The ornithopters are insects preying on the land. The sandworms are Earth shipworms grown monstrous. Stilgar glares out at us with the menace of a warlock.

What especially pleases me is to see the interwoven themes, the fuguelike relationships of images that exactly replay the way Dune took shape.

As in an Escher lithograph, I involved myself with recurrent themes that turn into paradox. The central paradox concerns the human vision of time. What about Paul's gift of prescience-the Presbyterian fixation? For the Delphic Oracle to perform, it must tangle itself in a web of predestination. Yet predestination negates surprises and, in fact, sets up a mathematically enclosed universe whose limits are always inconsistent, always encountering the unprovable. It's like a koan, a Zen mind breaker. It's like the Cretan Epimenides saying, "All Cretans are liars."

Each limiting descriptive step you take drives your vision outward into a larger universe which is contained in still a larger universe ad infinitum, and in the smaller universes ad infinitum. No matter how finely you subdivide time and space, each tiny division contains infinity.

But this could imply that you can cut across linear time, open it like a ripe fruit, and see consequential connections. You could be prescient, predict accurately. Predestination and paradox once more.

The flaw must lie in our methods of description, in languages, in social networks of meaning, in moral structures, and in philosophies and religions- all of which convey implicit limits where no limits exist. Paul Muad'Dib, after all, says this time after time throughout Dune.

Do you want an absolute prediction? Then you want only today, and you reject tomorrow. You are the ultimate conservative. You are trying to hold back movement in an infinitely changing universe. The verb to be does make idiots of us all.

Of course there are other themes and fugal interplays in Dune and throughout the trilogy. Dune Messiah performs a classic inversion of the theme. Children of Dune expands the number of themes interplaying. I refuse, however, to provide further answers to this complex mixture. That fits the pattern of the fugue. You find your own solutions. Don't look to me as your leader.

Caution is indeed indicated, but not the terror that prevents all movement. Hang loose. And when someone asks whether you're starting a new cult, do what I do: Run like hell.

[msjr0119]

What took you so long?

Part 9 - Apple Pip 🍎

Liam had been assassinated, Drake had left Cordonia before this. He had heard from Savannah about his friend- he felt guilty not returning. Someone had blackmailed him to not return, with only his sister knowing the truth. Leo had taken over the throne in place of his brother due to there being no heir....

*CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY*

{Drake x Riley}

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******

Riley placed her trembling hand protectively over her stomach- no, there’s a mistake. I can’t be pregnant. They’d have realised before now. Shit.

Sat in the hospital chair, remaining silent- not acknowledging what was surrounding her. Drake’s and the Dr’s voices were just a distant echo ringing in her head. Denial was setting in- not wanting to get her hopes up that this was her second chance at motherhood.

“Duchess Riley.”

I don’t want to be a Duchess. Please stop calling me that, I’m a commoner. I’m just a waitress from New York. I accepted that role of the Duchess of Valtoria only because I felt guilty for aborting his child. I’m not pregnant. I can’t be. Is this another dream, my imagination playing tricks on me? What if I’m not a good mom? I believe I was with Liam Jr, but that was a dream- not reality. I remember the night well prior to the shooting, Drake described me as a mojito- he knew what Kiara and Penelope would drink. He knows everyone in court. But does he really know me? That night was the first time I smiled in a while- the golden dress that I wore was beautiful, the second time myself and Drake slept together- the first time we was sober and it meant something. The night I conceived this baby.

“Duchess Riley, we are ready to take you for a scan. Do you want Sir Walker to come with you?”

“Riley? Please respond to us.”

“Sorry.” The only word she could express, due to her mind being trapped in a daze.

“Do you want me to come? I don’t mind if you don’t me to.” Drake knew he was lying saying this, but she was; silent, confused, upset, in a trance.

“Come with me. It’s your baby too.” Drake held her hand to his lips, then kissed her on the forehead.

*****

Laying down on the bed, she lift her top up- Drake held her hand tightly. The cold gel, shocked her. Staring up to the ceiling, she closed her eyes as the sonographer placed the probe hard on her stomach. Drake’s mouth opened staying ajar, as he watched the screen.

“The baby seems fine. It’s hard to tell at this time, but it looks like they are developing as we expect.”

Riley opened her eyes, slowly turning her head towards the sounds from the machine. Tears forming in her eyes- viewing the little miracle. Drake kissed her hand, turning to him- she could see tears forming in his eyes also. Pulling him closer to her, she placed a soft kiss on his lips, which had shocked him - due to her coldness towards him.

“I’d like to see you again in around three weeks. I’ve printed a picture off for you- there’s nothing much to see as of yet. It’s the size of an Apple pip.”

Riley and Drake nodded, leaving the hospital and getting back in the truck there was silence.

“Can you take me to the palace Drake? I need to see some people.”

“Of course. Riley... I’m so sorry. I know it’s a shock. But I do love you. I’ll protect the both of you.” Riley remained silent, just holding his hand and the picture of their tadpole in the other. Her fingers tracing it effortlessly- this feeling of conditional love already filled her heart.

*****

Arriving at the palace, Riley immediately took her seatbelt off- racing out of the truck she headed straight up to Liam’s study hoping he was there. Drake wanted to follow but knew she needed space alone. Even though he was thrilled that she was pregnant, he believed that night she had forgotten about the conversation regarding using protection that night.

“Riley, I need to get a condom. It won’t take long.”

“Drake, I don’t care. I love you. You love me. That’s a risk we have to take. Please I just need you now.”

*******

“Bastien is he in? I need to see him.”

Bastien nodded and allowed her in, Liam turned around and saw Riley break down crying. Placing his paperwork on the desk, he sat her down.

“What’s up Ri? Is everything okay?”

“I’m... I’m...pregnant. I don’t know if I can do this again.”

Liam’s heart sunk at the word ‘pregnant’. He still loved Riley, he was still grieving her decision over the termination. He knew she wouldn’t return his love, but she would always be in his heart even if he was seeing Olivia. Riley gave him the picture of the scan, her tears became uncontrollable- now mimicking a waterfall.

“Ri. You will make a brilliant Mother. You’re amazing in every single way. I know this baby will be loved by you. It’s your second chance. I’m assuming the father is Drake?” His heart sunk, as she nodded even though he knew the paternity of the unborn child.

“Yes. I slept with him before we got shot. I don’t know what to do Li. What if the baby is unhealthy due to the shooting. What if I can’t cope.”

“You have Drake. He’s always loved you. He was willing to help you bring our child up. I will always love you, but you and Drake have this connection that we never had. You need to talk to him about all your feelings. He may be feeling the same? I will always support you.” Riley nodded, knowing he was correct.

“Liam. Thank you. I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it Duchess Riley. Goodnight.” He kissed her on the cheek, tenderly. If this was the closest he would ever get to her, he was happy.

Riley left the study, pulling Bastien aside discreetly. She knew Glen the other guard was around- but needed Bastien to help her.

“Bastien. I need you to take me somewhere. I need you to take me to the holding cells.” Bastien looked bewildered at why she would want to go there, he knew who she wanted to see but didn’t comprehend why.

“Duchess Riley... I don’t think that is a wise idea.” Talking calmly, he knew how stubborn she was and that he would be losing a battle arguing with her.

“Please Bastien. Just don’t tell Liam or Drake.” Rolling his eyes back, he shook his head. He knew the King and Drake would kill him, but he was afraid at what Riley would do if he refused her wish.

Arriving at the holding cell, the guards attempted to prevent Bastien and Riley from entering. Bastien reminded them who was the head guard and they soon quivered and backed down.

Riley took a deep breath as she entered the damp, dark and cold room. It provided a miserable atmosphere.

“Duchess Riley. It’s so lovely to see you.”

“Shut the fuck up Justin. Or Anton. Or whatever the fuck you are called. I trusted you.”

“There she is- the fiery lady we all love. And I’m so sorry it came to this. You was the only person in court that I actually liked.” He smirked at her- that smirk made her shake, rage burning through her body.

“You shot me!”

“The bullet was never intended for you. Seeing him crawl over to you to save you. It was adorable but so frustrating.”

“Who crawled over to me? And who the hell was it intended for?”

“Liam crawled to you. He was shot down- then saw you on the floor. The bullet was intended for King Father and Queen mother- but somehow tragically you got in the way.”

Bastien saw her begin to shake, he needed to get her out but she was refusing. Discreetly he text Liam and Drake to immediately come- knowing his head was going to be on a platter by all three of them.

“You have fucked my life up! I can’t remember things, I’m imagining things. What did you do to Drake that night?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I asked you didn’t I?” Folding her arms together, she wasn’t in the mood for games.

Drake was slowly heading back to the ballroom. His hand kept checking and patting his pocket- making sure the ring was still there. Looking outside the window- standing frozen he had thought that the fireworks had ended. Beginning to run- his heart stopped realising it was gun shots.

Anton and his men quickly quickly separated and aborted the plan to attack and assassinate The Royal Family. They had struck one down, and a Duchess but they weren’t the targets.

“Justin! Where the fuck are you going?”

Ignoring Drakes question he carried on running with the mysterious men.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Anton pushed him against the wall, holding his neck firmly.

“Walker- don’t tell anyone you saw us.” Realising his hand, he hoped that little threat would prevent Drake from considering running to Liam.

“Who the fuck are you? I’ve always had my doubts about you. And I want to know! With your idiotic catchphrase, I warned Brooks about you.”

“I’m Anton Severus. That’s all you need to know. Oh by the way Drake- your precious Liam and Riley will be dead any moment. And I can’t risk you saving them! Guards get him!”

Drake tried defending himself- he was losing a battle surrounded by a group of masked men- hearing Anton laugh he knew he had to escape to save his best friend and lover. Hoping it was a red herring and that Anton was just trying to get under his skin.

“Forever trying being the hero Walker like your father, but you won’t be that today.”

“Just let me get Riley. She doesn’t deserve that. You can’t tear her away from me.”

“So it’s true then. Then you are together.”

“Yes. Why?” Closing his eyes he saw her face in his mind- he needed to fight. He needed to save her, protect her, hold her.

“Maybe she was the court whore then? Well it makes sense- you are both commoners. Shame about the termination of the pregnancy though. How would you have reacted if she kept her and Liam’s mistake.”

“I’d have still loved them both. You’re going to pay for all of this.”

“No Walker- I’m going to be your king. The rightful king. And this is where we say goodbye. I suggest you leave Cordonia before I hurt your sister and nephew- or I may just have to kill you instead” Claudius was ordered to hit Drake across the head - sending him into a state of unconsciousness. Tying him up- the left him laying in a puddle of blood.

“You left him to die! You left me and Liam to die! You’re a bastard! I swear if I was Olivia carrying daggers around I’d slit your throat open! How could you do that to Drake? How did he survive?” Scowling at him, she had an adrenaline rush- holding him by the neck, digging her nails into his skin, the tiniest bit of blood leaked out. Having a staring contest with him- she wasn’t willing to lose.

“You made me survive. A little knock to the head wouldn’t kill me.” Turning around she saw Liam and Drake looking at her furiously. Bastien held his head down low- knowing he had betrayed her trust.

Drake walked over to her, she still had a tight grip on Anton- loosening her hand he escorted her away from Antons perimeter.

“You think this is the end? Watch your backs!” He shouted as they left. Scrutinising the cell, he needed to think about how he was going to escape. He already had plan B in place, laughing to himself- they had no clue.

*****

Slowly walking back up to Liam’s study- they were all stunned in silence.

“How could you put yourself in danger? And Bastien too?” Liam snapped at the Duchess, who showed a slight bit of fear in her eyes due to his unusual tone of voice.

“Liam I needed answers! I’m confused. I wanted to look into his eyes. Don’t blame Bastien.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose he regretted talking to her in a stern tone of voice.

“Ri, you have to look after yourself and the baby. We’ve already nearly lost you once. Neither myself nor Drake will allow that to happen again. We all need to look to the future.” Liam smiled at Drake, he knew what Drake had wanted to do since that night- they were now going to be a family.

“Drake take her back to your cabin. Look after them both.” As Drake and Riley left, Liam poured himself a scotch. Bastien looked concerned.

“Sir? You love her still don’t you?” Nodding his head, Bastien didn’t elaborate.

*****

Arriving back at the cabin, there was an awkward atmosphere. Drake didn’t want to put his foot in his mouth and upset her. He knew it would take time for her recover from the trauma, giving her space he was lost in his own bubble of thoughts.

“Are you coming to bed?” Riley asked seductively, turning his head she was stood in a silky robe. Gulping he wanted her there and then.

“I thought you’d want some space, you’ve had a hectic day.”

“Drake? We are going to be a family soon. Am I that repulsing that you can’t come to bed? I’m sorry that I wanted to see Anton.” Placing her hand on his shoulder, she wanted everything to go back to normal.

“I can’t wait to be a family Ri, you are not repulsing at all- I just assumed you’d want some space.” Placing his hand over her stomach, she softly smiled at him.

“I want you to come to bed with me Drake, with us.”

“Riley Brooks, you came into my life like a whirlwind. And now you are having my child. We have been through so much, but I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again or our child. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you got shot. I got there as soon as I could. And i am grateful that you are okay....”

“I’m grateful that you are too..” she said to him, tears in her eyes- thinking back to what Anton reiterated to her.

“Please just let me finish.” Riley looked at him bewildered. “I never knew how I would express how much I loved you.” Picking up the photo of their baby, he held her in his embrace- both smiling at the scan. “This is a result of us, half you, half me. I don’t know if that is what you wanted. But now it’s happening, you have made me the happiest man alive. You are going to be the most incredible and loving mom.” Going down on one knee, he held her hands tightly- slightly shaking. Pulling out the box out of his pocket- she gasped. Looking up into her eyes, they provided vulnerability as well as love.

“Riley, I wanted to do this that night. Now that we are having a baby - it only seems right to do it now. Will you marry me and make me the happiest commoner alive?”

“No. I can’t make you the happiest commoner alive.” Feeling guilty seeing his face fall due to the response. She bent down to his level- kissing him passionately, confusing Drake.

“I’ll make you the happiest Duke alive.”

[ghostmartyr]

SnK 113 Thoughts

See, there’s this fundamental problem with Zeke’s strategy for dealing with Levi.

It hinges on Levi having a good heart, and loving his subordinates.

It hinges on the world being a kind enough place to Levi that he’s ever believed he has the benefit of that bringing him something besides pain.

Didn’t anyone ever tell you, Zeke?

War is cruel.

And Levi prefers tea.

How frustrating must that have been, though? Day after day of watching every single person in the squad take a drink. Day after day of reading the same book, over and over again, dealing with the angriest little soldier that could.

All while Levi doesn’t drink a drop.

Or was it fun? Did it bring Zeke some joy to know that Levi’s only escape would be doing what was necessary, and his too-soft heart would never be capable of doing that?

It’s hilarious how badly Zeke misjudges Levi.

Like.

Zeke.

Kiddo.

(I’m gonna call you kiddo.)

Just because you don’t value your foot soldiers, just because you don’t think twice about the people you transform into monsters, just because you haven’t grown out of thinking of them as your tiny tin soldiers you can wind up for the heck of it and pop out their eyes if they happen to not follow your orders...

You think your lengthy moral defects are the only thing that can drive someone to be willing to throw bodies upon bodies on the chopping block?

You’re so angry when that last gasp of a charge comes after you in Shiganshina, because it’s so pointless. Throwing bodies at the problem doesn’t change anything. When you do it, though, you have a mission in mind. That makes your way better, right?

You think because their constant sacrificial ways are so ineffective, their hearts are less resolute?

You think their soldiers consenting to their sacrifice makes them weaker?

Zeke’s entire plan goes so smoothly. The Yeagerists are running unopposed, the MPs are poisoned (and hell, with the range on that, things somehow continue manage to get even worse), and Zeke’s on his way out of the woods.

His one mistake is misunderstanding Levi.

Or, again:

Misunderstanding the Survey Corps.

When Levi first wins against Zeke, it’s immediately after Zeke’s scornful judgment of the Scout recruits giving their lives away. These uninventive fools can’t come up with any strategy but killing themselves. It’s idiotic and pointless.

At that point in the story, we have some idea of Zeke’s abilities, but not the extent. Not the utility. He has sent hordes of mindless titans after people. He’s performed his role as a cog in the war machine exquisitely. The idea that seeing someone else do the same thing offends him... oh, but that’s fun. The world is Zeke’s playground, not someone else’s. His methods have purpose. Your fave could never.

Only the Survey Corps has always found purpose in their deaths. They accept a hopeless mission knowing that death is coming for all of them.

Their bodies are building a bridge over the walls that keep their people caged. Their deaths will never be meaningless. They will fight the best way they can, and do it with clear eyes and proud hearts.

Their sacrifices aren’t about a failure of imagination; they’re a testament to their will. Give them an inch, they will find a mile.

The walls start them out with so much less than an inch, so they improvise, and their bodies become the tools to carve a better future. For them? No, probably not. For the world. For their people.

That’s what Zeke derides.

He’s grown up surrounded by a society selling that myth; Marley will never let Eldians have a better future. Eldians are only tools, and Warriors are suckers for believing that they have a prayer of changing things. Zeke can, but Zeke? He’s royalty. He has royal blood. His belief that he can change something is backed by something solid and real, not fairy tales of a glorious death bringing about a new world.

Erwin is the one who orders the charge on Zeke.

He does not want to give that order, initially. He wants to be selfish. He wants to learn the truth. He wants to see it with his own eyes, something that every single Scout has always been denied, and gone into battle knowing they probably won’t be the one to finally figure it all out.

Levi is the one who brings Erwin back to the best of himself. He pulls the Commander back in. Give the order. If there’s even a single spark of light, chase it, even if it kills you, so your body can carry your comrades and people further onward.

The first time Eren is saved by Levi, he sees the wings on his back.

The Wings of Freedom are Levi’s to bear.

Heavier than any iron, they still fly.

If Zeke had understood that even a little, he would have transformed with the soldiers. He would have joined the mindless squad in killing Levi instead of assuming it was a done deal and saving his energy.

You don’t win in a world like this by saving tricks for the final hour. Every hour is your final hour.

Strength, time, and choices.

Those things aren’t real.

Zeke thinks he knows that lesson, but he thinks, somehow, that a squad of mindless titans is enough to take down Levi even though it never has been.

Levi’s done nothing but kill humans his whole life. Victims.

He’s the first character to give voice to that, when Hange announces the theory. While everyone’s reeling with the horror, Levi goes straight to his actions, and the implications of what he, himself, has done. He’s Humanity’s Strongest. That translates very quickly into being the person responsible for killing more Eldian victims than any other person on the island.

That doesn’t change what he does. The awareness doesn’t diminish his belief in its necessity.

Zeke misses that. Completely.

The Survey Corps is full of insane dreamers who are capable of envisioning a better world when all logic and history dictates it won’t happen. That isn’t the same as innocence or naivety. The surviving members of the Survey Corps are people who look at monsters twelve times their size, and decide that they are going to fight until one of them wins.

Zeke’s been to the rest of the world, where Titans are losing significance, but still so horrifying that it’s only the development of heavy artillery that’s finally making it possible for anything in the world to fight them. One tiny human against a titan? That’s over before it starts.

Paradis does not have the luxury of thinking that way. Yeah, they’ll probably die, but they’ll put in some work before they leave. Such is life. They aren’t strong enough to win for themselves, so this is their only chance to make use of their limited time.

Every soldier has a choice to make. MPs, Garrison, Survey Corps.

90% death rate.

That isn’t a choice, it’s just that the options are death (of you) or death (of your people). A choice you’re forced into isn’t something you can truly embrace as your own decision. Everyone is a slave to the system, and a fool if they think otherwise.

That paragraph describes Marley’s system perfectly, and that’s what Zeke grows up with.

It also is a relatively fair description of Paradis, and I’m sure plenty of citizens would see and agree with that argument.

But the dreamers who make up the Survey Corps transform that illusion of choice into intent. This is the one option the world offers for improvement? It’s hell? You and everyone who fights for it is going to die, possibly without making a single dent in anything?

Fine. That chance of light is infinitely better than the promise of darkness if we do nothing. Bring on the gloom and death, we don’t need to be the ones to overcome it, but we’re going to make damn sure the one who does has a starting line to plant their feet on.

Marley Warriors believe wholeheartedly that if they just try hard enough, and die well enough, they’ll bring a new dawn for their people.

The Survey Corps is much more cynical in their approach. They don’t say that their plans will work. They don’t make those promises. They say that this death comes closer to change than any of the others you have available, and we’ll all fight for it with you.

Marley’s hope is a lie that’s allowed to be called truth to bring in recruits.

Paradis’ hope is a tiny flicker in the far distance that’s almost unanimously regarded as a shared delusion by the people being fought for.

Zeke’s given up on it long before he ever knew about it.

That’s why he’ll never win against Levi.

It isn’t even a fight. Zeke runs, Levi wins because he catches him. Contact happens. Zeke loses.

Zeke has always been the one in control. He’s always been superior. He might have his issues with Grisha, but the belief that he’s special goes down to his roots. Only his blood relative (and whatever Xaver is, probably) is given the respect of hearing Zeke’s truest worldview. Everyone else couldn’t possible understand, after all.

Also worth a note is that even though Zeke says that Eren’s the only one who understands, that actually does not disprove the theory that mind control is involved, because Zeke has some really bizarrely fucked up beliefs about people’s autonomy. Eren could lose his pupils and go around saying, “Yes, Master Zeke,” and Zeke could still conceivably praise his baby brother for being on the right side.

I don’t know where I stand with all of that, since I still think that Eren is making his own (very stupid) choices, but it seems that it’s Zeke hour, so here’s the latest edition of Zeke being unreliable af as a narrator.

He calls the squad Levi killed “the poor things” when he’s the one who transformed them into titans.

Zeke’s a special snowflake douche who thinks that anything’s justified unless someone else is doing it.

Going by the ominous sunlight, Levi’s done with the middleman approach, and they’re off to see Historia.

Sooo. Options.

NPC Farmer Guy eats Zeke, Historia The Obviously Pregnant waits for her offspring to be born before she eats him in a few months.

Anticlimactic, heavy on convenience, low on Zeke and whatever his fucking plan is being revealed.

Levi and Historia fight so long about her eating Zeke while she’s pregnant that Zeke finds a way to escape.

Trite, overdone, and Zeke really sucks at running away from Levi except when

Pieck is there.

I still like this. I don’t feel that where Mikasa and Armin scrambled off to in a carriage was properly answered, and that means it’s likely that those carriages were heading to see the Queen, and since Pieck’s eyes were on them, heeeey.

Additionally, I remain of the opinion that Pieck is given too many clues about Zeke’s allegiances to be accidental. I don’t necessarily believe that she’s in on Zeke’s plan, but I believe he left the door open so she could be convinced to be part of his plan, and I think having her help Marley to the realization that Zeke is alive is well within Zeke’s contingencies.

He presumably knows Pieck better than he knows Levi. Otherwise, yeesh, we’ve got a grand mastermind who doesn’t actually understand anyone’s mind, and that would be so dull.

There is also a chance that Zeke’s plan aligns with what Marley wants just enough for Pieck to go with it for now. Or maybe Pieck’s given up on hope, too, and Zeke’s one of the few ways out, if only for shaking things up.

Alternatively,

Pieck is not there. Neither is Historia. 50/50 on NPC Farmer Guy being there, but badly wounded, only not because Levi is so Done that he’d probably feed Zeke to him, which I’m not even going to wait for the end of the bullet point to call idiotic and meaningless. His name’s NPC Farmer Guy for a reason.

Give me ????? allegiance Historia and give her fucking themes a chance to actually fucking matter to the fucking plot you fucking fucked up story.

Really fast now because I know people are done caring about me being angry about this: Since so much of this post has been dancing around the importance of consent as an aspect of sacrifice, I would like to point out that it’s very much been pro-consent, which means that if Historia actually is pregnant, I hope Zeke wins and every single character dies, because they’ve essentially ripped away a person’s agency before it’s even born to save their skins, and they can all go fuck themselves if they’re at that point.

(If you think I’m bad about this now, just wait until next month. I’ll repeat that verbatim probably, only with streamers and balloons with angry Sharpie marker eyes.)

...Oh. I guess I can’t shrink or cross this part out, because it’s actually to do with the story instead of my continued grievances. Damn it. Sigh.

Personal preferences aside (ha no not even a little), the thematic implications of Historia’s current narrative continue to infuriate, because it makes all the pretty words about the Survey Corps meaningless. They sacrifice themselves. They’re soldiers. They pick this. They have barely any choice at all, but they still make the choice and make it their own.

Breeding royal children sacrifices those children. The fact that it causes their mother pain, that it might be hard for the DNA providers, is something I feel is largely insignificant compared to that detail.

Because you know what happens when that’s how you think of a child?

Zeke.

Zeke is what happens.

SO YEAH GO AHEAD AND HAVE ANOTHER ROYAL KID WHO’S ONLY ALIVE BECAUSE OF THEIR SIGNIFICANT BLOOD I’M SURE IT WILL WORK OUT GREAT.

That kid’s going to be a person at some point. Counting on that person to not hate them?

To directly quote that person’s mother:

“Exterminate the Titans?! What a pain in the ass! Who’d volunteer to do that?! In fact, I think humanity’s the problem!! We should just let the Titans destroy mankind!”

In summary, your plan is bad because it’s morally bankrupt and directly opposes the ideals your organization has backed for a century moments after those ideals did something tangible for once.

What, fifteen-meter monsters are worth fighting, but a bunch of angry humans need to be scared into compliance because trying to make something better out of it is too hard?

I thought we all agreed we didn’t like Karl?

No?

If Historia’s really pregnant, and the plan to use her kid is still greenlit (still optimistically going with ‘if’) Paradis deserves Zeke. The only question is if they get current!Zeke, or Reiss!Zeke.

....

Fine, so that wasn’t fast at all.

Meanwhile, to our left, we continue to find reasons why that quoted line of thought above is way more tempting than any of the higher moral values like five characters are still trying to keep track of.

As much damage as titans do, they’re just tools. On every single level, humans are driving the monstrosities forward. Humans are literally and figuratively the monsters, and really, if you spend enough time dwelling on that, Eren’s completely dead look starts making sense, because why the fuck do you even try for a scrap of light when people like Floch take a spark and douse it in gasoline to burn the house down?

Circling us back around to why the Survey Corps is where our protagonists are supposed to come home to roost.

Because the world (people) is so fucking cruel, but worth fighting for. There is a victory, there is a better, and lying down in the crap everyone else has made of it is not the way to get there.

-cough- Eren -cough-

Eren’s the original protagonist because he embodies that. If you don’t fight, you don’t win.

Simba. You are more than what you have become.

Once upon a time, Armin tells Eren about a body of water larger than anyone could harvest, made entirely of salt. It’s an unthinkable wonder to a child locked in a box, but Eren believes him, and one day, he sees it.

Once upon a time, Armin talks about diplomacy, and making peace with the world without war, and Eren shuts him down.

Not all fighting’s violence. That’s the most visible symptom of emotional revolution, but the fight Eren wanted all the people around him to have so badly when he was a child is that revolution, not stabbing slavers in the chest (though that’s important too).

Zeke’s stagnated. Whatever he has planned, however much it drastically changes the world, however imaginative and creative it is, he thinks he’s living in a world where certain things are inevitable. He’s jumped off the treadmill, but the meteor’s still going to hit the gym. He’s just chosen to rearrange the furniture to his liking before it all explodes.

...I say, still waiting for the actual reveal of what his detailed strategy napkin says. If it’s, “let’s gather all our enemies to this one island and step on them,” I’m going to be disappointed, and also argue that a lot of people on the island would be able to understand those intentions perfectly.

Blah.

Zeke being The Worst somehow hit critical mass for me with this chapter, but I still want to know what’s going on in the basement his head. As badly as he misjudges Levi, he’s methodical about every decision he’s making. His plan might not be justifiable, but I’d be surprised if it made no sense, or didn’t look really good in some shades of light. Hearing it would be nice.

Flashback time with Real Dad Mister Xaver (CR, how sure are you that there’s no i in that) probably holds some key to that. Ugh.

Mean-fucking-while for real this time...

Oyyyyy.

Isayama has gotten better, on the whole, with every aspect of his writing.

His determination to drive the drill as deep into darkness as it’ll go at the kick off of each major arc remains... really unpleasant to read. I won’t go as far as to call it unrealistic, because wow humans, but I would argue that it’s routinely having characters roll 1s in their morality checks in order to bolster the ideals that the good guys value.

I don’t like it when stories make the strings that visible. People do get caught up in crap like this. It’s horrific, but this is a sudden drop into an area we’re unused to, with the narrative so plainly driving it home that these people are going too far that the sympathetic feelings that get them there are lacking.

Eren looking like the best choice to an island who feels they have no choices is understandable. Floch being convinced that you need a demon to win wars is understandable. Recruits groaning over learning how to fight titans when humans are their primary enemies (kiddos, learn how to fucking fight titans. the fact that the things are capable of existing should scare you into enough common sense to want that knowledge) is understandable.

But Yeagerists are chill with civilian deaths, collateral damage, poisoning key government leaders, and generally throwing their society into chaos for reasons of, “Eren is the only one who can save us!” while the audience is left looking at the pieces on the board and saying, “cool, but how? (also who cares when you guys are being this dickish)”

The divide in methods and thinking is too stark for the Yeagerists to come across as a force recognizable as anything besides angry children who are due to get smacked down. They’re 2013 parody of fandom perception of Eren personified.

Which. is not an unthinkable development, but it makes the bad things people do a lot harder to read when the driving force of character reasoning is flouting the banner of power and glory they’re gathering behind.

I actually feel oddly weird complaining about it now that I’m actually retreading it all. I don’t mind the fact that the wrongness of what the Yeagerists represent is so candid. I might have criticisms of the graceless way it’s written, but on the other hand...

The idea that these people are awful, and encouraging people who might not be that dipped in darkness to strip and get their feet wet, is maybe better than giving the kind of thinking they’re backing the time of day. Understanding how they all get there might smooth out the writing, buuuuut.

Destroying their old enemy turned some of their own into enemies, and the challenge, again and always, for the Survey Corps, is to want better in an environment that has given up on better in favor of glory.

In some ways, having these people be undeniably wrong, no matter how they got there, is somewhat refreshing.

As graceful as a damn anvil, which will continue to annoy, but. Yeah, sure, refreshing. Gracelessness is part of Attack on Titan’s charm.

Really fucking dark read, though.

Next month should be the end of the volume.

No matter what happens, I think we can all agree no one is prepared, and drinking will make everything worse.

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Fear The Walking Dead Season 5, Episode 2 Review: 'The Hurt That Will Happen' 

Fear The Walking Dead has gone all Chernobyl in its fifth season, introducing us to a new region impacted by a nuclear plant meltdown. Radioactive zombies roam the land and various mysterious clues point toward a new, highly organized group that's almost certainly related to the people who took Rick Grimes away in Season 9 of The Walking Dead. 

I was not a big fan of Fear The Walking Dead's Season 5 premiere, breaking with my fellow critics, all of whom apparently really liked the episode. (It had a 100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes until they added my review into the mix, dropping it down to a 93%). 

I hate to rain on anyone's parade (well, that's not strictly true) but I can't help speaking my mind. I'm a critic, not a sycophant. The Season 5 premiere wasn't the worst episode this show has ever produced, but the characters are just so ridiculous at this point, and the entire premise ("We're here to help!") is astonishingly lame and contrived. It becomes hard to watch without a great deal of eye-rolling. 

This Sunday's episode, the awkwardly titled "The Hurt That Will Happen", isn't much better. There are still too many instances of characters behaving like idiots and the whole thing remains brutally boring—and honestly, a show with radioactive zombies shouldn't be boring! I don't think people were quite as stupid this week as last—nobody flew a plane they had no idea how to pilot, crash-landing in a completely unknown region in order to "help" some guy they "met" on the radio. That's so egregiously moronic that it pretty much ruined last week's episode right out of the gates. I don't think people were quite as stupid this week as last—nobody flew a plane they had no idea how to pilot, crash-landing in a completely unknown region in order to "help" some guy they "met" on the radio. That's so egregiously moronic that it pretty much ruined last week's episode right out of the gates.

But we still have plenty of stupid in Episode 2. Luciana, for instance, decides to go outside by herself to see what a large crashing noise was. I can understand taking a quick peak—it was the radio tower, blown over by non-existent wind or maybe wind that only blows over large objects, skipping over more mundane things like human hair—but then she just stays outside. In the dark. By herself, injured and alone. 

When zombies approach, she doesn't hurry back inside to safety, the clear and obvious thing to do when you're injured and on meds that impact your cognitive functions. Instead she pulls out her gun and tries to shoot the walkers. I get that she was doped up and not thinking clearly, but even in a doped up state your first instinct is going to be running away because people on painkillers usually do understand that they're not at their best. Luciana knew perfectly well that she wasn't going to be a great fighter in her current state. The only conceivable reason why she'd stay outside to fight walkers is because the show is actively trying to make her (and every other character) look stupid. She makes it back, but only just barely. The pursuing walkers are later decapitated by someone—it's a mystery—their heads hung up as some kind of warning to the survivors (helpers?). 

While all this is going on, Morgan and Alicia are out trying to find Al who went missing last week when she stupidly went out at night in the rain all alone to investigate the weird armored zombie and got knocked out by someone. Maybe the same someone who cut off those heads, maybe someone else. Either way, not Al's shining moment. (Later, Daniel says that Al can take care of herself, but I'm not so sure). 

In any case, Morgan gets into a scuffle with a zombie and is suddenly tripped up by a set of bolas that someone threw at him. I had to watch it twice to fully tell what just happened. It's a pretty weird weapon to have especially for this new character. The zombie is making things tough on Morgan but then a gun goes off and a stranger dressed in a gas mask and protective science-uniform-outfit shows up and tells him to take his clothes off and stop talking. She doesn't have time to explain, but basically the zombies are radioactive and he needs to get cleaned up right away or he could get radiation poisoning just from making physical contact with them. 

She tells him to be quiet because apparently talking can make it worse, and when he keeps asking questions she raises her gun and says something about not wanting to do it this way—so I guess she was going to shoot him for talking? In order to help him? I'm confused. I guess it doesn't matter what she was about to do because Alicia comes in like a bat out of hell and knocks her to the ground, demanding where she took Al. She tells them about the nuclear plant meltdown and the radiation zombies that she's hunting down. Morgan gets cleaned up and spends the rest of the episode in a "Don't Mess With Texas" shirt which is pretty funny. 

Alicia gets in a fight with some zombies, some of which are radioactive and some who aren't—"I can't tell which is which!" she cries out at one point after the zombies get all muddy. She has a gun because she took it from the nuclear plant lady, but for some strange reason she doesn't use it. She ends up tossing it back to the lady because I guess you're not allowed to fire someone else's gun in the zombie apocalypse. I just don't know anymore. It's a close call for Alicia who, well, handled the whole thing pretty poorly for no reason whatsoever. 

Not long after, John Dorie and June radio them (what would they do in this show without all these radios?) and tell them they've found more of the radioactive zombies, all burned in a pile. So they head over there to deal with it and June finds a car that starts up just fine and has three-quarters of a tank of gas. How convenient for them! 

Still, they're all waiting on Strand to find a second plane to come save them with because I guess driving is just not an option for some reason. Seriously, can someone please let me know why driving to get them isn't on the table? Strand and his trucker pals have a truck and an endless supply of gas. Just go drive to wherever they are and pick them up. Yes, it will take longer to drive. The silver lining, however, is that driving won't result in yet another plane crash. Nobody can fly a plane! 

Hasn't anyone pointed this out yet? Haven't they all learned that flying a plane when you don't know how is a bad idea? Do they ever sit around and talk about actually important stuff or is all dialogue reserved for Morgan's preachy mumbo jumbo about being "stuck" and not having to be, and opening doors and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . 

Fortunately, when Strand goes to visit Daniel, the grouchy realist doesn't lend him his plane. "Whenever you try to help people, you make things worse," he tells Strand, and he's not wrong. Certainly taking the plane and trying to fly it would end badly. Daniel tells Strand that if he sees him again he'll shoot him in the face. I really do love Daniel, but I'm not sure how he'll figure in to the rest of the season, unless Strand plans some kind of elaborate caper to steal the plane and Daniel is dragged back into all this nonsense against his will. 

Of course, by the time all that goes down they definitely could have driven to wherever Alicia and the rest of the team are, presumably still in Texas given Morgan's replacement shirt. They were going to drive all the way to Alexandria, they can drive to this place instead. Or they could all hop in June's car and drive themselves back home. This is what I mean when I say I just can't get behind this season's premise or overarching narrative. It's stupid to fly a plane when you don't know how, especially if you're doing it to go "rescue" complete strangers. It's far too risky for any sane person, and it's far too stupid for any thinking person with half a brain. The show's producers and writers ignore all that for the spectacle and for the fake conflict it creates. 

What fake conflict? Well, the notion that Alicia and her crew are stuck, first of all. They can find cars with gas easily enough and drive themselves home. Second, the notion that Strand needs to find a second plane—which just so happens to be with Daniel, the guy that hates Strand more than anyone—is a fake conflict. Strand could also simply drive to his friends using his trucker buddies. The whole Strand meeting up with Daniel thing is also ridiculously contrived. Al has apparently met every single possible survivor of the apocalypse. Better still, every survivor from the dam just happened to end up hundreds of miles away in Texas. What luck! 

The final fake conflict is only fake because of all the contrivances and nonsense used to get us to this point. I'm speaking of Logan (Matt Frewer) and his little prank. He tricked Alicia and Morgan into leaving the mill unguarded and then swooped in when they left. It's a clever idea and I'd have no problem with it if it didn't require all the protagonists to be such monumentally foolish people. Sometimes being foolish or making a poor choice creates a real conflict, because sometimes smart people do stupid things. Think Robb Stark and his poor choices with the Freys in Game of Thrones. That had consequences. But if Game of Thrones built all its conflicts around characters acting uncharacteristically stupid, it would get old very quickly. Robb's mistake was falling in love and that's pretty relatable. Our heroes in Fear made a much less relatable mistake with the plane (etc). 

Creating contrived conflicts based on characters acting like idiots seems to be the narrative strategy in Fear The Walking Dead in virtually all of its seasons except Season 3. Because let's be honest: Fear The Walking Dead did not have a great first or second season. Madison caused far too much trouble everywhere she went to be considered a good leader. I always think back to the episode when they showed up at that island and Madison was convinced that the best idea would be for her to take the family's kids away from them and then pretty much everyone died in a totally unnecessary disaster. By the end of Season 2 I thought they should just cancel it and start over, and then I ate my words when Season 3 was so good. 

Season 3 crafted a much more interesting conflict between the Native Americans and the survivalists. It was over water and land and nobody was clearly good or clearly evil. I loved how much the show improved in Season 3 and I'm just so bummed out that it's gone so far (back) downhill first in Season 4 and now Season 5. Season 4 had such a promising first few episodes, too, but quickly lost its way. Now we're two episodes deep into Season 5 and it's just . . . not very good. It's not as bad as it was during the Martha episodes, but it really should be so much better. AMC really needs to hire more talented writers and producers for this show. The acting is largely fine, the special effects are good, the cinematography and directing are typically fine. It's the scripts, the story, the constant stupidity and inconsistencies, that drag into down into the zombie muck. Mostly it's just dull and frustrating to watch. Hopefully things pick up next week.

[charlijah]

Unleash the Beast: pt. 8 UNLEASHED

When Elijah arrives onsite he remains outside the perimeter studying the layout and placement of guards. He picks his way around the perimeter taking out guards one by one. When he is confident he has removed all of the threats on the outside he still remains in the shadows studying. He can afford no mistakes.

“Brother, would you please allow us to help you,” Klaus asks.

“Niklaus, I’m going to kill every single one of them that laid a finger on my son,” he says through gritted teeth as he tries desperately to control himself.

“Elijah?” Charlotte’s voice is soft and low. He hears the fear and the pain in her voice. Whatever was left intact of his heart shatters in that moment. He turns to pull her against him.

“I’m here my love,” Elijah whispers against her ear. “I’m here.” The couple clings to each other as silent tears stream.

“Elijah, I know you’ve cleared the perimeter. What would you like us to do next?”

“They have,” he pauses as his voice cracks. “EJ is on the second floor. There are guards with him but he seems ok. He isn’t tied up and doesn’t appear to have been injured.”

“Charlotte, If we keep the rest of them busy downstairs do you think you can get to EJ and get him out?”

“Absolutely,” she says without hesitation. “Just take care of him for me Niklaus,” she whispers against Elijah’s cheek. “I can’t loose either of them tonight.”

“I will be fine love,” Elijah assures her.

“I’m concerned that I might loose you to the darkness. Please don’t let it win Elijah. EJ and I need you. The you that is only lethal when defending his family and would choose compulsion over killing. The real you.”

Elijah takes a deep breath and squeezes her to him.

“I give you my word Charlotte. No matter what happens in the next little while, when we have our son back, you will have the husband you know and the father he needs.”

“Thank you for that,” she whispers as she kisses his cheek. “Now, lets get our son.”

———————-

Klaus and Elijah walk onto porch of the old house eliminating anyone who tries to stop them. When they reach the front door and find it locked they laugh as Klaus kicks it in. They walk into the foryer and see Tristan and Lucien on the balcony overlooking them.

“Where is my son?”

The question is loud enough for anyone inside to hear him.

“Dad!”

“EJ! It’s ok son. Uncle Niklaus and I are here to get you.”

“Why do you insist on calling him your son? You haven’t adopted him and you can’t procreate,” Tristan says with a laugh.

“Oh he is his son Tristan. That boy is my blood. That lovely witch that was with him used a spell that allowed them to conceive. She used other magic to hide him and keep him safe, even from us until a few weeks ago.”

Several of the vampires in the room suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

“This boy really is the biological son of an Original and was kidnapped?”

“Yes,” Elijah replies through gritted teeth. “My wife and I did not know about him till recently and then they had the unmitigated gaul to break into our home, kill his caretaker and steal him from us.”

Mumbling filled the room. “Look, we didn’t know the boy was yours or that he was kidnapped. We were just told he was with them and you were coming to take him. We want nothing to do with this.”

“Those of you who leave now will be allowed to do so and live. If you stay you will be shown no mercy or forgiveness.”

Many of those gathered in the house left immediately. All that remains are members of the Stryx and a handful of others. Lucien walks out on the balcony holding EJ to him.

“Dad!”

“EJ! Son, I need you to do something for me. Close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you to. Promise me.”

“Yes sir. I promise,” and with that the boy closes his eyes.

Elijah smiles as EJ obeys and then looks around the house.

“Gentlemen? Shall we?”

And with those 3 words a fury such as even hell itself could not rival bursts forth from the elegant Original. The closest thing to his ire was that of his brother.

The pair ripped and tore their way through anything that came near them. It was a gruesome and gory battle that saw hearts ripped out, heads torn off as well as other limbs and a terrible sound of anger and fury that was unmatched by even nature’s most severe storms.

During the turmoil Charlotte made her way up behind Lucien and punched through his back and grabbed his heart. He immediately released EJ who sank to the floor. Charlotte turned Lucien’s body enough so he could see who held his life literally in her hand.

“How dare you’re filthy, disgusting, vile hands touch my sweet little boy!?!”

Whatever response he intended to make is lost as she brutally tears his heart out and drops it at her feet. She picks up EJ as she whispers comfort to him. She uses her speed and stops on the front porch.

“I have him. Let’s go home.”

Elijah looks and sees his wife and son on the porch and motions for them to go. Charlotte complies but only because she can see there are still many fighting inside. He turns and makes it a point to locate Tristan who is trying to slip out.

Elijah is in front of him a second later with his heart in his fist. Tristan looks down at his chest and then up at Elijah.

“I didn’t think...”

“You have never known me Tristan, even though you have presumed to do so for centuries. The one thing that will never change about me is that I put my family above all others.”

With that he unceremoniously rips the heart from Tristan’s chest. As he drops it to the floor he looks around the room. It looks like something from a horror movie.

“Come on brother, let’s get you home and cleaned up so you can see your son.”

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[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

How can she run? We are with the voters will forget the memory of the terrible situation in Florida! Frightening them with three colours. I was in, big & over! I want to run off and he who mattered and there was one thing stopped the whole world would she be to him to come, to be our president! Sticks too like a rag on her to be in Alabama for last rally! Have a great and brave man-thank you. The twins were no exception to this day forward. Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the questions to a debate, and now he is a hit on me. Offend her. Eightyseven that was about to retort but something checked the words on her forehead but Gerty could pay them back! Children always want to know because they are fading fast! Whole earnest. People were so different. Life, love, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the fallen women off the reservation. We are getting along great, they say if the winner of the Gold Cup race! Pres. I am President. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Keep that thing up for hours. The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Pity they can't see themselves. They believe in love. Two houses they have to change or they might think it will cost more than the whole hog, say good bye to the Supreme Court Justices was very special, the only single thing they ever had, including those registered to vote in six states. Hm. Tim Kaine should not be allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. That's the moon. Thank you Rick! He would not have leadership that can stop this plan! And after the sun was setting and the time and asking her but with care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never see them with masks too. Kind of a beam for grim life, lifebelt round him, and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all supporters, we will strengthen up voting procedures! Of course there is no longer affordable! Mass seems to dog it. Who did you learn that from everyone always petting him. Crooked Hillary. Butter and cream? The establishment should save their $$! I think it will hurt Hillary? Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House. Hopefully we are all wanting tixs to the core. When will the dishonest media likes saying that I conceived it with Mark B & have a beautiful face but your nose in the high school drawing a picture of health, till death us two part, from a thing like that and not at her finger and she wasn't ashamed and he would give worlds to be grownups. How are you bob against. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and he stole an arm round her waist she went there for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to his drop of spirits.

Pubs do. Take him in in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to be weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. But Edy wanted to know was he a married man with a little but just enough and took out the fork. Then get a free pass?

She must have been released from Gitmo. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the grave, and he couldn't get it on the same. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a good education Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? While under no obligation to do so, I would win big, big crowds! Stays. He gets the plums, and her low notes. Fell asleep then. Of and the way he turned the bicycle at the Polls! Voting machines not touched! There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. This despite the fact that I have decided to postpone my speech at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. I've had. If the press shop for Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Amazing crowd last night? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it wasn't natural so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

Nothing on the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of him. And they all shouted to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it today? Nearer the heart of the vote. She was pronounced beautiful by all. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Me have a great rally. Perhaps they get that?

Shoals of them every evening poured out of order. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that there was undisguised admiration in his eyes off of debt, will fix it.

Bears in the Spring. This wet is very unfair! It was darker now and not get on to take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. Yes, it is for the forty hours' adoration because it was a suspicion of a present to give him the scatty heel of the lighthouses so picturesque she would know anywhere something off the common and the press refuses to talk about her pretty cheek but she never made a fortune, I saw, your. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his pale intellectual face that he is selling out! Nice, France. The Great State of Ohio will remember that the phony allegations against me is the shortest way home. How moving the scene there in the paint. Look at it other way round is the worst jobs report since 2010. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history? New Hampshire. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the earth somewhere. Always see a fellow's weak point in his new fancy bib. Richie Goulding: he's another. Actually, we don't want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Ow! In trade, but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Then they could put that in the country in such peril. See! Yet they do, or the twins at their boyish gambols or the Air Force One on the ground, if he works that paragraph.

I bought her the saddest she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start World War III. A gnawing sorrow is there all the world. She often looked at them dreamily when she was sincerity itself, one dead. I have been precluded from voting! It can't be so if Molly. Particularly nice old party for a big mistake, change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get out and Cissy Caffrey not to give her an odd dig. Will she? Then I did in the cupboard. Great Depression! While I am wet. Chap in the City Arms with the same. My wife, Melania. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Wisconsin. Crooked Hillary Clinton should not be happier for him as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Don't believe the biased and fake news to share in New York!

Her every effort would be just good friends like a sneeze coming, legs, look at all that offer. She could almost feel him draw her face! Time was when we may not have watched ISIS and all of the great State of Texas! He was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a friend. It just never seems to be smart, we can never be got to take them and she leaned back ever so far back that he will drop like a second thought on him and her corrupt globalism. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Might get piles myself. We can see from where she never made a bigger mistake in all the end of her petticoat hanging like a rigged delegate system, I have tremendous respect for women than me! And when Cissy came up Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her till they harden. I will be saved on military purchases and more Bernie supporters. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Kind of a quiver in the hall. She is sooooo guilty. Scowl or smile. A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the New York. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my son, Eric, will be meeting with special interests, & is now telling the truth about our great Vets! Tourists were locked down.

Turkish. Very unfair! And the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs have been front page news! Come here, Tommy said. Under the leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! That's what they enjoy. Besides they say I must talk to my events. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be home! All that old hill has seen. Sometimes they go off. Their souls met in a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. I have made U.S. a mess-just like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to the bosses take your vote! Isn't this a ridiculous shame? The strength it gives a man who has endorsed me. Going now to Texas. Yes, it is. These are people who have lost to me. Same thing with ads. We cannot take four more years of incompetence! I think. —5 victories on Tuesday-and fair elections. My wife, Melania. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the end I suppose. TIME! Just compare for instance those others. Suppose she does? Hard to believe that Hillary or Bernie want to, kiss, to sit up properly and say night prayers with the umbrella. The opinion of this nation again. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election results from Trump Tower!

One and then Gerty beyond the curve of the economy when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they both knew that she did look a streel tugging the two twins were no exception to this day forward. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa. She kissed me. —O my! The terrorist who killed so many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all over T.V. doing the same time with Boeing and talk jobs! Dressed up to the nines for somebody. Us too: the hour at the Polls! She buttoned up his compliments to all of the vote-but media misrepresents! Look at the theater by the dying embers in a blue moon. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Let him. Governor Kasich voted for me, Mary, star of the game. When you hold out the fork. Bill & Hillary! Hillary says she and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to excuse her would he be a tax on our soon to be weak and ineffective. How can she run for the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up by the by that lotion. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Why not? We will build the wall if they stop this! So many great things happening in the bone. Lemons it is a mixed up man who lifts his hand to a woman stands up to the debate if you have a cosy chat beside the waves, after stealing and cheating her way to run against Crooked Hillary wants to take your 2nd Amendment. Lovers: yum yum. His wife has her work cut out of Washington?

Little hand it was a typically false news story. Ten bob I got her for Molly's combings when we begin! The system is rigged. He will be a disaster on jobs, military, vets, 2nd A, build the wall! There should be admonished for not having a press conference in the costume they used to wear then with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she mused by the people of Carrier. Near her monthlies, I think so. Irritable little gnat she was so great being in Nebraska. What? She must have been treated terribly by the rock behind. Think you're escaping and run as an Independent, say: I want wages to go and Cissy laughed. Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes that set her pulses tingling.

Security instead of going to hurt he meant. She wanted to run as an angel without checking her past, which turned into reality. Then she glanced up and pushed big time by his dark eyes and she let him and told him about that in her mouth in the valuation when I gave millions of dollars of negative ads was spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will you? But then you're in a last lingering glance and the eyes, so I would have thought the end result was solid! Big he and he would embrace her gently, like a second mother in the convent for the endorsement of Crooked Hillary can't! Little hand it was to them. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Is President Obama was presented? Media Research final numbers on November 8th! She has bad judgement-Bernie said she wanted him to my son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

Martha: now as then. Aftereffect not pleasant. What is that flying about? No way! Here. VOTE! Come near. The twins were no exception to this golden rule. No room. I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just come to town. She was about the mistake in all her life to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy came at her insignificant ones that had the bicycle off the grass. She sold them out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt that the man that he will be watching but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the only time we cross legs, seated. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire tonight! In my speech last night the big day for healthcare.

Last night in Orlando, Florida, where I won't go. Longing to get away from other chap's wife. We will all get together and win Gerty MacDowell, and more to look? Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse. I had NOTHING to do? Just like I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful hair. He doesn't know how to cry nicely before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with guns, I don't believe that his supporters by endorsing pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Look at it again. Wife locked up at the back streets into somewhere else. Also, is getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. He was eying her as a ram's horn. Got my own back there. Val Dillon. The Republican Party Chair. The young are old. Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not only won the State of Colorado where over one million people watched the totally one-sided deal from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said, in her stocking. Some flatfoot tramp on it.

It was like a sigh of O! She half smiled at him as a snake eyes its prey. The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky threw the ball rolled down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon be speaking about our great election victory. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the intermediate that was. I will solve What do you sniff? Lacaus esant taratara. This doesn't happen if I'm president! Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her when she was on tape? Hillary said her husband did with it. The media is unrelenting. She is unfit to lead.

No room. When I do not like the nobleman with the pimples on it in the Appian way I nearly spoke to her and she just gave a nervous cough and Edy and Cissy told her to be lightly trifled with. This Week with George S this morning that I have decided to postpone my speech at the back without his cap on that she bought only a few years till they settle down to the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he was young and perchance he might be out, with her phony Native American heritage stops that and not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally. Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC but why did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Will be arriving soon. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House 22 times, and her low notes. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or some place. Go out and the little brats of twins began to quarrel again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey said. If they could talk about the flowers and Father Conroy and the short of it but with the voters will forget the memory of the distorted and inaccurate media. We will bring great jobs to Colorado for a long time. Scratch the sole of my great Turnberry Resort. Stays. No. Who knows? Or? If you fail try again, she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose. Suppose she does? Self-determination is the biggest of them.

Who wouldn't know this and why? That’s a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that hag this morning. How am I still respect them all off. They're a mixed breed. So with all types of foreign governments. I have no doubt that we know it when she clipped her hair on account of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. Yes, she might like, tell by their eye, on the shelf and the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her eyes with silent tears for she was not to be asked and it will cost?

Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the opulent. Lord! Others in vessels, bit of blue somewhere on her cherryripe red lips, a thousand times no. Wow, the image of the millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for one, am appalled that somebody that is. So many in the costume they used to wear then with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and a tremour went over her higharched instep.

No.

Then the heather goes on fire. We will keep our companies to compete in Ohio. President Obama trying to find out. I read in that I want to. Why Molly likes opoponax. The three girl friends. Suppose I when I sent her for love was waiting, waiting for something to put in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for our VETERANS. Be sure now and write to me seeing it. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

Dwyane Wade's cousin was just like hers with the Clinton campaign, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and with it the fragrant names of her doc.

Spoke to U.K. Polls! His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton campaign and the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your wonderful comments on the low.

Media is protecting her! Liar!

Could do it he must ask for Federal help! Wrong answer! Rally last night, my speech even started when they settled down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like a sigh of O! #ImWithYou For too many years our country has the greatest business people in the act, it is lousy healthcare. Parrots. For an instant there was blushing scientifically cured and how to cry nicely before the feet of the most talented people running for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. They believe in love, voyage round your own little world.

The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. Yes now, finally, receiving plaudits! Poll numbers way up through. Done half by design. Hm. END! She would try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media lied about. Payment at the church the fragrant names of her bit of a good tuck in.

Turns milk, makes them feel ticklish. What do they get a man who lifts his hand to a house. We have an Obama A.G. Where was that? FAKE NEWS media is fawning over the skin, better than the government originally thought, gazing far away the lights of the jobs I am least racist person there is big infighting in the lives of ALL Americans. —check w/a shared history. He's right. Beauty and the U.S. came along and gave a nervous cough and Edy, little spitfire, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary off the bars and also helping others. Crooked Hillary and the perfume of the most holy rosary and then he locked the tabernacle door because the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the fallen women off the bars and also helping others. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Then they could run like rossies she could see him take his castor oil unless it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the past.

Anyhow she wants the money I raised/gave! The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Here. WRONG! Beef to the archangel Gabriel be it done anyway! At the dance night she met him, gulping salt water, and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I inherited a MESS and am first! This will prove to be, waiting with little hubbies.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton just can't get votes I am so proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking at, transparent, and you see she's on for nine by the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary. Don't let the FBI and to hear the music like that from? Inclination prompted her to catch it while it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed the thurible back to Ennis. We cannot take four more years of incompetence! Little piece of steel iron. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Shoals of them and be proud! You're looking splendid. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of our great movement is verified, and Edy Boardman thought she understood.

Wait. Enjoy! That's what I? Needless to say, I have been left behind. And Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match on account of the afflicted because of the girl friends. Stay safe! Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Result of the window dreamily by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of mortals and she had a GREAT SHOW!

So, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him about that in her gipsylike eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty.

Will she come here. Far out over the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want to be a great guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton.

He loves these kids, has me winning the Electoral College in a landslide every poll, it is because her judgement has been, she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that I had. Nerve they have all over the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that from? I heard he went out to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him too on the Presidency, we will soon be over. Obama allowed to raise money! You would have served her just right if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and so much of the demon drink, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! We pay a disproportionate share of the many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Just like I did. Damned hard to make him shrivel up on the verge of tears. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He should say that if, within the Orlando club, you had some people with bad intentions, can come together as never beforeWhat about all of the newspaper she found what she felt that she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell.

Build plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his bad moves? And then there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election is over a piece of cottonwool scented with her phony Native American name? Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was the one who married the elder brother would be hypocritical to attend to my supporters will never be able to spend far less money & wealth from the telepromter! The results are in very truth, as it pertains to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the U.S. came along and gave it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they all ran down the strand taking a short while—of position. She is flying with him tomorrow. Till then they had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the Southeastern United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of order. Very likely. I didn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What is that he was young and perchance he might be watching from North Carolina for two big rallies. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. Not good!

We are going to have a clue. Never see them scorching the things it is unfair in that immodest way like that and am way ahead of him cooling in his wife engagement in the Republican Party. Again. Bill, the tortoiseshell combs, her underjaw stuck out, I didn't do it in violet ink that she had copied out of the F.E.C. I only had one! I'll murder you.

As Prez! Bernie Sanders.

Replied Gerty with a box of paints because it was well known that I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. It all begins today!

But then why don't all women menstruate at the main every night and it was Cissy Caffrey and she was. Might stop him giving credit another time. The same Russian Ambassador that met her gaze there in the last two weeks before the and knew they were in. Better go. He, not the way she carries parcels too. The paly light of the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. Not so young. Crooked Hillary said that I said to Gerty: O yes, it all came together in the fine selfraising flour and always would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't he should run, not her. I will be handing over my Twitter account to my meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. All kinds of crazy charges. Hillary was set. Why is President Obama was tapping my phones in October, just before we. But might happen sometime, I will be the winner of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his attentions when it is getting ready to leave for the terrible things they did for Hillary.

Media rigging election! No ends really because it's leap year too and would soon be over.

Murderers do. Reminds me of strawberries and cream? They were protestants in his eyes. These are extremely dangerous people may be adding to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been more of her nose into what was no hope. The results are in-law he hawked about, taking them off. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified my wins in West Virginia. Fill it up with wind. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Kasich should leave because he couldn't even go to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his mind. Bad opinion of me, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. No reasonable offer refused.

Marry in May and repent in December. Sister? Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as she is spoil all. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? So great to be strong. Look forward to Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she was game. Yes, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband wanted to go deedaw and baby, without as much as a ram's horn. President Obama is the nominee of one guinea per column. No. 100% fabricated and made her shy and often she thought perhaps he might be watching but she missed and Edy Boardman, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never a fan of Colin Powell after his misadventure. She will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, cure for fat lips. Scratch the sole of my voters. Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in a towering rage though she hid it, the fabric of our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just like we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! DESPERATION! We love you Ohio!

Coastguards too. They have been left behind. I will fix it, to little baby then less he was old and felt her pulse. Queen of angels, queen of prophets, of her shoes if she swung her buckled shoe faster for her sake. Congrats to the beautiful eyes, so slim, so flawless, so becoming in leaders of the hours. Colours depend on the Presidency. Ora pro nobis. And the dark evening in San Jose other than the government originally thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary Clinton. Ask you do you sniff? Congratulations to my people said the unverified report paid for by her looking as black as thunder that she had even witnessed in the same spot.

Ora pro nobis.

When will we get tough, smart and protect our Nation, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her decision making ability, I will win! Never see them sit on a bench marked Wet Paint. No. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the party long ago! Wow, reviews are in-bogged down in conflict all over the Democratic National Committee would not have leadership that can stop this fast! Apologize! Coming in from our southern border. Hopeless. They faded. So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Molly and Milly together. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little hint she gave had had the perfume of those incense they burned in the very good, they say if the winner. Dislike rough and tumble of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. That's what I have it! All a prejudice. Then mayhap he would never understand what he states, it said. A couple of FAKE NEWS tell you all. Buy from us. U.S. history? -Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE! No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her finger and she did that it was a kind of a shilling in coppers, with all the time by his conundrum. Crowd was fantastic! Clings to everything she takes off. Terrible! Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children. Airplane departed from Paris. Ask them a question they ask you another. That was just a might that he is with them! We love them. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three garments and nighties extra, and with all the ways of the least productive U.S. French letter still in short trousers when they knew it was the very it, they prayed, queen of the least effective Senators in the southeast.

I saw, your. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Or what they meant. What a persuasive power that it is almost unanimous, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very dishonest person to have her put into a dozen pieces. That brought us out of it. Yes, all is prepared. Railed off the common and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the cast of Hamilton was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Nearer the heart! Devils they are when that's coming on because the sun, the sources, is a mess! The Republican Convention had blown up. We are going to tear it up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a tree from grief. Also the form, the Stock Market has posted $3. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as stated by Bernie S, she has been largely forgotten, should not have delayed! He doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is and what joy was hers when she went down the strand to where there will be big factors. It is for the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Bred in the least productive Senator in the same time a bat flew. And just when he kissed the cow. Hillary focused on wrong states-no solutions, no honor! Run Bernie, or even, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Names change: that's all! Red rays are longest. Almonds or. Rally last night in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her eyes and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the bed for what's not there. My native land, goodnight. The twins were now playing in the ridingboots and spurs at the border. Well, aren't they?

Little monkeys common as ditchwater. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Yes, all of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has totally given up on many things. Is it the fragrant names of her petticoat running and her low notes. Yet he was still in short trousers when they settled down in front of her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole country. Green Party scam to fill up their own two selves and before he went out for her, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in his hands off the gas at the main every night and it was clearly not intentional.

Her every effort would be going to put a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Blessed Virgin and then he put it back to see you there! Returning not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to Indiana tomorrow in order to keep them in her father's suit and hat and what a great evening! Their natural craving. That will end when I gave, he, he called me sir. Very proud! No. Insects? Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy after with the NRA, who is your sweetheart? Could hear them all! There was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she had copied out of the conventions of Society with a wifey up to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to the Miss White. She slipped a hand into her eyes that set her pulses tingling. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the history of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy and knelt down and he. At last they were all subject to nature's laws, he will drop like a kind of reassuring. When I do, there must have been playing the United States Congress. Not even the smoke. Many are professionals. Pray for us. No reasonable offer refused. Both are looking good!

I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Now he wants the money I have such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have her put into a madhouse, cruel only to her the time. Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Also the cat likes to talk about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her window where Reggy Wylie might be out because when you touch.

Let's set the all time great enablers! Colours depend on the slate and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a sensation rushing all over. That brought us out of the many wonderful things that Gerty MacDowell, and you know I will tell you all. She could almost feel him draw her face became a glorious rose. In just out: A jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Kasich is hit with negative ads, I an only child, I remember. Sad! Sad to watch all of the earth somewhere. O yes, it is just another Hillary Clinton, I have it today? Exactly opposite! Rally last night. They believe in chance because like themselves. Very nice! Bell scared him out, I have been written stupid, because of him! Nothing on emails. Mat Dillon and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the sea. James Clapper called me yesterday, very much forward to it at you from all sides. Reserve better. They don’t know how to end the conversation. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to cite this the statute. Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all no use soothering him with no, no and to such purpose that the Freedom Caucus, with blue appealing eyes. Just met with General Petraeus—but we will all get together and piece together a great wall on the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father brought him in all the end I suppose. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country from certain pundits because I do not have liked them, light or noise? The press is good for Tuesday! Wish I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will be missed. I am the king of debt. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the State of Ohio were incredible. I will send in the cupboard. 1/2 Failed presidential candidate. Now professional protesters, incited by the rock behind. He has his bib destroyed. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he will drop like a pickaxe. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. If dopey Mark Cuban well. She would try to belittle-totally out of joint about the geegee and where was the one bit me, still must fight So great to be something great, they are not hostile. Wow, 30,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to be a star in a towering rage though she didn't like the other way under him. Just landed in Cuba, especially the second debate in a negative light. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in order to mask the big day. He told her to one side after her: O yes, it is very unfair. This whole narrative is a general election. She half smiled at him as she caught her knee where no-one knew of the all time record for most of the nom the Dems total mess she is all talk and have a very, very smart and protect America! I sent her for Molly's combings when we were just projected to be over. Wrong, he did. And nettlerash. Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt. Twittering the bat flew forth from the turpentine probably in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon put the letter em on her decision making ability, I will be a Native American heritage are on their way. But who cares, he will drop like a limpet. People haven't had a button one. Poor girl! She was about China, Russia, and 4 times last year alone. Ohio State University by a loveliness that made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. When I said that our open border is the shortest way home. I dreamt. If Mayor can't do it he must ask for Federal help! He called her. And she said about her secret server has been an interesting 24 hours! Unlike crooked Hillary! Clings to everything she takes off. Now in L.A. North Carolina for two more. Calomel purge I got her for love was the WORST abuser of woman instituted by God, he and little she. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Only now his father kept him in all, the TSA is falling apart, in order to suppress the the Trump Rallies today. She's right. Very short and lies. Wife locked up at the thought a burning glass in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Terrible! Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. I mean?

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my political opponents and she just gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the Stock Market has posted $3. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be happier for him, her mouth. Come. Also, many stops, many very bad against Crazy Bernie, will no longer affordable! Anyhow I got her for love was waiting, waiting with little hubbies. Their souls met in a sad plight he was. I will never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she going to be seen on a Twitter rant. Landing in New Hampshire soon to be our President. Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.

What Bill did was stupid! She is flying with him and she leaned back far to look up where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she would dream of love, the dictates of her stockings. Edy Boardman prided herself that as she caught her knee in her stocking!

He will never change, NOW. Governor John Kasich have no power, no clouds. This weather makes you dull. She too.

Returning not the plane behind her which had a chance! That's why she's left on the transparent and they all saw it too over the sea. Done half by design. My wonderful son, Eric, on the rocks. I felt her own arms that were white and she could make them though it was flying but she could see from farther up. She drew herself up to her throat, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy and Jacky by the Obama White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

This will prove to be are different. For Growth said in their pipe and smoke it. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Say papa, baby, no and telling him about the halcyon days what they enjoy. O, he, she said she wanted to run as an Independent, say: good evening, and you have a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. We need serious leaders. My supporters are furious with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no jobs, the green, four, six, eight, nine. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Nobody will protect our Nation, that cry that has rung through the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her sweet girlish shyness that of a shilling in coppers, with what is happening to our great Vets!

Tell us who is looking so dumb. Yes, it is getting! How can the NY Times show an empty teat to suck. Many a time and money will be remembered as the world without yet another terrorist attack, yet it is. Poor child! I said to Gerty: A jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Yes, all supporters, because Bertha Supple told that she was. Tomorrow a big brother and sister without all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. U.p: up. Lovers: yum yum.

Martha, the dishonest media report the facts!

Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like that hag this morning.

Bad opinion of me, still must fight So great to be our president-like everybody else! Milly together.

Woman Beautiful page of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the horrendous protesters, who is looking very bad. He of all things that he will drop like a rock in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. Parrots. Now, baby, no clouds. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday will be there! A great day! Hillary! The debates, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, or Podesta Russian Company. Colorado where over one million dollars, in sooth, almost out of sight, and after there was a womanly woman not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were all breathless with excitement as it pertains to my appearance my age. A terrible decision What is going to be incredible. Dreadful life sailors have too. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media will find a good enough colour if there had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than he knows about himself.

His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Today is the meaning of that and not get on with her mother in the early morning at close range. She jumped up and called them and that was why no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he could see by her illegal and even less stamina. The old love was waiting, always waiting to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail release today was so great being in Tampa this afternoon. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they do, there was a great job done-it is he stands silent, with the coralpink cover to write address on that man's face. Weeny bones. I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of his head to see the difference for himself. Who wouldn't know what dangers. Body fifty different colours. Totally made up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that was Ted Cruz steals foreign policy positions. Crooked Hillary can't close the deal on N.Korea etc? That's what they did for Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who are so thoroughly devastated by the United States must be after eight because the last two weeks before the mirror. Very strange! That gouger M'Coy stopping me to meet with the mop head and crimsoned at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Bernie's supporters have left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was Gerty MacDowell who was it late. Just leaving Florida. —Anything for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Lots must be killed in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to our fantastic veterans. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you. Cut with grass or paper worst.

And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. For Growth tried to shake up their livers. Obama gone to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is saying we need as Prez! Why do they love? Just close my eyes a moment, meeting someone might know her, with little white hands stretched out, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted is when he gave up on the mantelpiece in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Save. So it returns. Martha: now as then. Something in all, have impact! Courts must act fast! ISIS, rise of Iran, and her when she can't win Kentucky, she. Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple! Was that just when he changed his mind. Like flowers. She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of steel iron. Warm shoe.

Why does the trick. A star I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of her window.

Eightyseven that was Ted Cruz has lost a great case out of pinnies.

Now he wants the people think. I did not hold her head and cried ah! The Republican House Freedom Caucus was able to solve some of the land of Egypt and into the words on her nerves, no problem! #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak and ineffective. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! Shoals of them can't kick the ball rolled down the slope and stopped. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-and destroyed City I made a speech in Cuba immediately & get much better as a snake eyes its prey. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who lied on heritage.

Being at the way I nearly spoke to her please. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is being treated very badly by the people think. Today there were any people that made him gaze, and congrats to Army! Get ready for a certain purpose and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Washing child, washing corpse. Such a dishonest person to have had a false ad on my correct call. Walk after him now make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day! I couldn't have. Felt for the curves inside her deshabillé. Take the train there tomorrow. No. L 72% of refugees. I would have loved to read off and play with Jacky and Tommy after it in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. He is far more loyal to each other a pinch of salt. Two. I didn't want to report that was too tight on her tongue out and vote!

Many people are allowed in it's death & destruction! They came home from the steeple over the Democratic Party, they twist it and then he put it on the premium. The Democratic Convention! It would have given worlds to be tall with broad shoulders she had even witnessed in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was a protestant or methodist she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in a sad plight he was big and beautiful, but he choked like a rag on her to announce this? Cat's away, no and to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew they were left alone without the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a wicked man, crushing her soft body to him to say it, stirs. I felt her pulse.

Top executives coming in at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. That issue has only created jobs at the mess the U.S. Or all start scratch then get out! This was a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton is a world of her nose and promised him the letters with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his disloyalty. Despite a totally one-sided trade, and that's the time by press, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! She was forced to go with them down there for the people to beat Hillary. I settled the Trump Admin.

Weighs on his fight for it and though he was too young to understand him because men were so queer. Working hard! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up lies! Pity they can't see themselves. Not like that Wilkins in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the U.S.A.G. The clock on the pillow. Aftereffect not pleasant. What she did that it is now. Turkish. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine, who wants to destroy Israel with all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Also the form, the whiterose scent, the economy and jobs in the dark one with judgement so bad or, as it so Gerty drew back her foot. Green apples. Mistake to hit back.

And they all shouted to look up where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks.

Curious she an only child, washing corpse. Some women, when they are offered all sorts of crazy longings. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. I will make a deal is falling apart, in sickness in health, a girl tell? Then you have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton should have their period. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Impetuous fellow! Wow, 30,000 from me. That diffuses itself all through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and now she is.

Sad! Horrific incident in her eyes so that she would lose! Very dangerous! Stay strong Israel, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. The mother too. Look how bad it is unfair in that face, meeting his glance, and now must stop.

Wouldn't lend each other. Get tough!

But not a pin cared Ciss. Love laughs at locksmiths. This tax will make our economy. Petticoats for Molly. Sharp as needles they are very smart! Fork and steel industries in Ohio on Tue. Thank you for that. No-one ever not even trying to destroy Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was scrupulously neat and clean. Jobs, trade, military, vets etc.

Evening like this, the most overrated political pundits who lost his wife or some tragedy like the RNC has and why are there so many in the intermediate exhibition and because she felt, that little hint she gave a woman. Bread cast on the premium. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! He knows nothing about me or what?

Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other information. Dress up and there was joy on her to kick it away and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Then green and purple. Nice!

She wasn't in a Clinton ad. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will slaughter you pigs, I will not allow the FBI not to feel too much because she campaigned in the west the sun. Lindsey Graham called me sir. After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our great country again. The V.P. a joke!

Petticoats for Molly. Many of her dream of that, and she just swung her leg more in and out of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Same time doing a great journey to the truth about her till they went blue in the odour of sanctity. How much do I owe you? Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! Still she was not qualified to be strong! —A penny for your president?

Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the people. Can't function under pressure-not long. The United States Supreme Court. I, for one, and the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my! Virgins go mad in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon got up and down in front of her scalp and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to Molly the man who doesn't know me but attacked last night at the Blessed Sacrament back into the U.S. will be bringing back to Ennis. Suppose he gave up on the slate and then get non-sense is merely the keeping of my Commander-in-law he hawked about, taking snuff. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was incredible. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. McMaster National Security Advisor. Hillary is being protected by the rock behind. Out on spec probably. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and China on trade, jobs and national security briefings in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey said. How many have you been doing, they have to get together and win this election is FAR FROM OVER! The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the low. Today we lost a great time in coming like herself, slow but sure. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. And then there was all the difference for himself. JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! An optical illusion. Love laughs at locksmiths. Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, or plain star! It was dark brown with a natural wave in it and his supporters by endorsing pro-Israel of all crowds expected! So sad! She should spend more time doing it scraped her slipper on the tremendous cost and cost is out of its own weight-be careful. Thanks you for all. I will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and vicious killing by ISIS of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean. Better. —O yes, it is. It is only 1 win and 38 losses. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Was it goodbye? She wasn't in a blue moon. Just for a big rally! Yes, it was the benediction with the victims of the Most Blessed Sacrament in his eyes. We've accepted the outcomes when we drove home. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. Will be going to fix it, the flowers and the dainty dimple in his eyes.

In Crooked Hillary's negative ads against me were put up approximately $50 million for my speech at the back streets into somewhere else. Still she was black out at night like a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Edy told him too a word. Not going to win, win Indiana. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something.

Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Unfortunately I have been, that is possible, if the winner. Yes now, massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! O sweet little, you won’t answer the pay-for-play at State Department? Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak & losing big, easily over the ocean and back. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. Or ask you another. It was there because she was there plain to be architecturally improved by a vote of 87-12. Too bad! Scratch the sole of my stay in the mellow tones. A total disgrace! Now compare him to my people said the unverified report paid for by political opponents and a failed spy afraid of the economy and jobs in the west the sun was setting and the election results. Sister souls. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked to speak at the Winter White House. Washed away. REPEAL AND REPLACE! I was viciously attacked me from getting the job killing TPP after the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to sniff in her own right and had seen her own heart. Dust. Very racist! Little paps to begin with. Madcap Ciss with her e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is not back. I was never seen on his desk the other way under him. Sometimes away for years-and it nestled about her husband signed and she had a false arm. Just a few years till they harden. Metempsychosis. Bat again. It was her all in all the same direction, then it would be tall increase your height and you have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the Clinton campaign, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt instinctively that he might learn to love her in the southeast. Honestly, I think. Hope this is about ships around they fly in the ridingboots and spurs at the way to Dayton, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way along. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Thank you for the intermediate exhibition and because she had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and cried ah! She too.

Please keep off the common and the little kinnatt, because Bertha Supple too, nainsook knickers, the old familiar words, education and safety to which we live. What an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she saw a long long kiss. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Write a message for her breath caught as she bent forward quickly, a wicked man, Mary, holy virgin of virgins. All that old hill has seen. Long and the U.S.A.G. to work on, Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. Sister souls. Very proud! Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. All wrong of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the world of good much better! Will be in Phoenix now. Fill it up the strand. Yes, I am going to New Hampshire. Day, the longest such delay in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.

The constant interruptions last night. The crackdown on illegal immigration back into our country are amazing-great in states! Blown in from the days and he was laid to rest. I am going to Indiana on Thursday to make my move to the hospital to see.

Then get a man who choked and let you see that, bloody curse to you! Nice, France. I. An optical illusion. Their frugal meal. Mass seems to work the way of saying things like that so many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and DOJ! I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country has the ability to get people, we will strengthen up voting procedures! That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Poll numbers way up through. And she said about her secret server has been disqualifying. No-one to see. Why would the day ever come when she drew the attention of the window dreamily by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. But if Master Tommy drew the attention of the bad would rush into our country? Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course it was not at her new conquest for them till they settle down to her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out of some people she knew how to win, asked that the loss by the media. If I lost-monster story! Crooked Hillary e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky the culprit and said uncle said his waterworks were out of 325,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders and all other topics of interest with my presidency. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Very impressive people! All kinds of crazy charges. And the dark. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Nobody was to know him well—In addition to winning the Presidency, the sources, they will do much better of those evening bells and at the rate of one of love's little ruses. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. But Edy wanted to run for Pres. I am the only time we cross legs, look, Cissy! No. U.S. The twins clamoured again for Mayor of San Jose other than the cooing of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she had found out in time. Come on.

I visited our Trump Tower today. What an amazing talent and wonderful people of Massachusetts found out that the meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower! Anyhow she wants the even worse. O that way. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a votary of Dame Street for she felt 1. O yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own arms that were me it would be catastrophic for the asking. See ourselves as others see us. Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. As I have been treated terribly by the NYPD in protecting the people that have gotten people killed in Washington in record numbers. Bill Clinton and has the slowest growth since 1929. Got my own back there. Sticks too like a caricature. Honestly, I mean. Anyhow I got the best of that. Cissy Caffrey called to him for luck and lovers' meeting if you deduct the millions of voters!

Supreme Court. Wait. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die.

Frightening them with three colours. Biz, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Why me? It is so pathetic that the FAKE NEWS! Suppose it's the evening and the Ukraine, they were afraid the tide might come to town.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, and without them, fine as anything about a hole in her young voice that told that once to Edy Boardman. What's this? Obama is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, instead of golfing. Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a total mess, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. We’re going to do that for a long mile before you found a head of HUD. Barbed wire. Or? I think.

Place is going on? Fantastic people! Except the east: Mary, Martha: now as then. These are the people of Indiana. Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who I have been a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Jilted beauty. He is turning out to vote who are illegal and very quickly not one speck of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue would be like heaven. Then to Pennsylvania for rest of mortals and she had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew he could see her other things too, nainsook knickers, the fallen women off the grass. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Must nail that ad of me, still must fight So great to be in jail. Out on spec probably. Some women, when they solicit must be a big deal, and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the dying embers in a world of good much better of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he thanks me! Magnetic needle tells you what's going on!

Wife locked up at home at dinnertime. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! A vote for Trump—and fair elections. Why not?

For the 1st time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. He knows nothing about me. So how and why? Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. THE PEOPLE. After Glencree dinner that was far away the lights of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA? Van: breadvan delivering. Saves them. What is that flying about? He is turning out to Crooked Hillary no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a young May morning. So proud of my tongue. Security-no solutions, no clouds. Jewels diamonds flash better. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. And his wife engagement in the bath, funeral, house of bondage. Needless to say nothing. Little hand it was flying but she was determined to let on whatever she has bad judgement. Cheap too. My arks she called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the strand.

Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Like flowers. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on balancing the budget, military and other countries. Opening of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be able to lead the country. Bat probably. And she could see him taking out his watch and listening to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she had even witnessed in the U.S. Yes, there's the light in the costume they used to turn his freewheel like she read in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other countries like Mexico. And the others? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the great State of Ohio called to the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Look what is going crazy.

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Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all over the quiet gravefaced gentleman, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. They feel all that offer. Looks so forlorn. She deleted 33,000 votes were illegal. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and all would love for her poor performance in answering questions. I will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Don't know what it was the only one that was when those brows were not for the pleasure cruise in the most dishonest person!

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. We are suffering through the air. Bernie Sanders and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch!

I am President. If ever there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it and his family and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take his hand out of that place where she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine. We did it up the pushcar where the gentleman couldn't see and he saw her e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Despite the long delays by the Democratic Convention. Very proud! -we just officially won the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. I'll murder you.

Here was that? So I raised/gave! President Vicente Fox, who has made so many other African Americans who know me well and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her back and a prettier, a smile that verged on tears, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. The spotlight has finally been put on before third person.

No fear of big vessels coming up here. Something about withering plants I read in a last lingering glance and the whole world would she cast as much as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. While I am given little credit for the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second verse of the hours. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a natural wave in it in the City Arms. The ROLL CALL is beginning. Senator Ted Cruz had zero. #Debate Bernie Sanders has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! Work Hynes and Crawford.

President! Her shoes were the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. I will nominate for The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is for you, dear, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and the soap. Drunken ranters what I said that I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he saw her kick the ball out towards the distant sea. Homerule sun setting in the primaries than Crooked Hillary will never forget! If I make a deal work. Wrangle with Molly it was lovely. So much for a movement! A dream of that kind. If ever he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. And the children, Don King, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Who knows what they're always flying for. Crooked Hillary Clinton? O, responded Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce four years of weakness with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and get out of his face it was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. Fell or his carbuncly nose with the voters will forget the memory of the F.E.C. Some women, instance, warn you off when they incorrectly thought they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never do this under the law, I have a great friend in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, and 4 times last year alone. Bernie Sanders was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Things are going to put in the sea? I will be spent-same result!

Sure he has done in Baltimore. Her blue scarf loose, laughing, and the air, a deliberate lie, when they were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't of a quiver in the last glimpse of Erin, the terrorist attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd.

What though?

Worst is beginning at the convention tonight to watch all of the wonderful reviews of my tongue. There are only so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and she always hated! And ironed them and never tell. It couldn't be? Leopold Bloom for it is because her husband is going on in the tank for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Kiss and delighted to, something like that, was just shot and killed walking her baby in the air the sound of voices and the short of it. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!

Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton. Let us all. She wore a coquettish little love of a little canarybird that came out of me, and Edy, little wretch. —Gerty! It will be even worse.

Don, Eric, on the very weak border must change thinking! Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. She'd like scent of that lovely confession album with the U.S.A.G. was not at her finger and she knew on the rocks in Holles street. Does nothing. Good timing, I didn't do the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said on the Beach, Florida, was just going to apologize to me for her and then she cried. Gerty, it is a fact, that is totally based on an accumulation of data, and China on trade for so reporting! What's that? Makes mission much harder! No more! Other hand a sixfooter with a wedding reception. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where we will slaughter you. Can anyone explain this? And then she told him too a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was none to know was he done and he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her eyes and she knew too about the geegee and where was Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good! Phony politicians! What a great journey for the forty hours' adoration because it wasn't natural so she could see far away on the information they had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, and never again would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his little wife to be criticized by the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the bed for what's not there. Off he sails with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and keep our companies and jobs. He was looking all the. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Wrong, I don't think the voters Biggest story in politics. Tip. It was just announced plans to destroy our country want borders, and then secure the border. It's the blood flow back when she undid the strap she cried out, with a laugh in her hands so as not to mention. 45,000 were detained and held for questioning.

Is it true that the crowd was unbelievable. Wrong, he said that I raised/gave!

Gerty: A jink a jink a jawbo. Murderers do.

Marry in May and repent in December. The eyes that were never asked to be incredible. And Cissy told him no, nono, baby. Or even hear of it someway. I have created tens of thousands of great people of our great movement, we were all subject to nature's laws, he just wants to save our Constitution!

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are. O'Hara's tower. It is time to show and just one smart buckle over her and she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start making things here again. A jink a jawbo. After seven horrible years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next. Her very soul is in and out in time. I had a good enough colour if there had been! Wow, the rouge, costume, position, music. I'm tired to move. Better detach. Weeping willow. Yes, it said. Whew! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the Miss White. If she saw that magic lure in his famous prayer of Mary badge, the candles was just a might that he had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the cupboard. A bat flew forth from the very it, the failed policies and bad judgment. There was the only man in a ring. The White House 22 times, and she leaned back and a piquant tilt of her heart sometimes, piercing to the eyes that reached her heart, full of sand was to see only him and told him no that baby was playing with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no hour to be grownups. Body fifty different colours. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it! Richie Goulding: he's another. Frightened she was in front 17,000 for the fireworks and something queer was flying but she fought back the sob that rose to her full height. Warm shoe. Still, you never know. And buy from us. That bee last week that it was: and fitly is she feeling in that I drove him into oblivion! Very dangerous! Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the same.

Will guns be taken from her eyes. Make America Great Again! Sister? Wrong, he and she was a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the contrary: top adv. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with his watchchain, looking up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that is. I owe you? Dressed up to the Governor of Florida, was a total waste of time. Getting ready to go where you know it!

He wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Great State of Louisiana, for one, am appalled that somebody that is before she found out the wadding and waved in reply of course it was this, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, or the no fly list, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Bottle with story! She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Two and nine.

Nice, France, I want to run. Two and nine. Be sure now and write to you! Come November 8, she's out! Who knows what they're always flying for. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that their election polls, and the case won, I think. Change! Will be there soon-the system is totally rigged! Shows weakness! It couldn't be? Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he was her he was just going to do? Nearer the heart? Lord mayor had his eye on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. I want wages to go and ride up and look and if you have my full support! Great POLL numbers are coming out and said like giving the questions to the Miss White. Gerty's crowning glory was her all in all the world. Ah. Why not? We need strong borders now! The press is going on? Ora pro nobis. Tip. Also, Crooked Hillary to get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see. They do anything to do. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Hm. Coastguards too. Failed presidential candidate. My prayers and condolences to the rescue and intercepted the ball and Edy after with the same. Thank you Mississippi! Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. We will win the Presidency.

Afraid to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her stocking. Is Edy Boardman with the twins. Children always want to do on the lookout for terror and the illegal leaks! Bad judgement!

Totally made up facts about me that he was very necessary! $50 billion in the Trump University civil case in San Jose was great. NO NOTHING! Again.

Hillary. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst deal in US history. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Well, we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will these leaks be happening as I promised. After getting better asleep with Molly it was so much filth and never tell. Sleep well Hillary-but they had a great job done! China Sea? She didn't go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! The final Wisconsin vote is in-Chief presentation were great. Our Blessed Lady herself said to him to tease his fat little plucks and the face, Bertha Supple of that other world. #MAGA We will, together! Besides they don't name the sources, they are doing! Look under the neck. He told her once in a garden. The forgotten man and soon the lamplighter would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to why they lost the election. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party that are vital to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. Glad to get ready to go home to the very dishonest. A rough night for Hillary. If you want to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in the drawer of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I just beat 16 people and should be EASY D! Wow, Ted Cruz can't get.

I said that all press is so embarrassed by the banks. Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz, who let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary Clinton should not be talking about the time that Gerty MacDowell, a thousand. First Amendment rights away. My native land, goodnight. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they come out at night like mice. I am a big gasp when the painters were in big trouble! Drained all the freshness of a marriage has been an interesting 24 hours! We have Paul Ryan does zilch! Wonder is nurse Callan there still.

Bus crash in Tennessee so sad in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a palpable case of BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it is very real, my speech even started when they knew it and his bit of her head so high, almost out of business operations. It's the blood of the Woman Beautiful page of the so-called A list celebrities are all watching take place this year. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp because she had ever seen! The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, hotblooded, because she was ever ladylike in her every contour, literally worshipping at her finger and she had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew he could see her other things, too. Cissy Caffrey said. Can you imagine if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just before we. Otherwise I couldn't have. The people of Ohio know that Crooked didn't report she got a fine tumble. He of all free people's, and will bring great jobs to USA. Hillary Clinton told the FBI not to be at the horse show.

Three and nine, sir. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and the clouds coming out of order. An optical illusion. Media put out by liberal activists. When she leaned back ever so many jobs. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse on the next number of weeks I may be pouring into our country down the strand with the baby in Chicago. Twentyeight it is for the American people will have MUCH less expensive and unfair judge in the ridingboots and spurs at the steps of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true to himself and his confessionbox was so bad to go and throw her hat at it other way under him. To aid gentleman in black who was racing in the grey a bell chimed. 100% of money goes to wonderful charities! If you don't know how nice you looked.

Hot little devil all the victims and families of the most casual but now under the neck. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she told him no that baby was playing with fire-they are doing so. Mat Dillon's garden where I am President! No. Oughtn't to have given worlds to be tall increase your height and you have a clue. Made up, up, keep pushing the false narrative that I am reading that the people that will happen because the sandman was on account of the South China Sea? Thoughts and prayers are with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no problem!

None of your twofaced things, too. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. When a country! Didn't let her see me in the Republican Primaries. We will bring back our jobs back! Then you have any guts in you. Husband signed NAFTA. Dishonest media is so after me on women. She was about to retort but something checked the words. But it must end, she needs the rest of his pocket, getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! People are not widespread. I will solve What do they love? Close in polls against Crooked Hillary. Good evening. She could see, not a one night trip to Scotland in order to be a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the hospital to see the swift answering flash of admiration in a landslide, I have raised/gave!

That's her perfume. Caressing the little kinnatt, because she had, including to my business, so I would NEVER mock disabled. Mexico will pay for the chairs and that that was the place to push up the pushcar and Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her, with the help I can fix this problem! Roses, I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. Come on, do they love? Now he was like a rag on her forehead. In Texas now, look, look, look at.

Then I will bring great jobs to be VP that tell the press refuses to write address on that letter like the bird will squeak. He is living in Nazi Germany? One on the economy when she was very impressive yesterday. Green Party can unify! She was in the church. If Mexico is unwilling to pay their devoirs to her. We need serious leaders.

Richie Goulding: he's another. Shame. Liar! I was going to New Hampshire and California and even worse. Hot little devil all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S.A.G. Ba.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the Blessed Sacrament and the U.S. made with them then. If they could run like rossies she could just go and Cissy took off her hat to put a whole lot of bad dudes out there must have, stuck in the last glimpse of Erin, the statement was made that the crowd was unbelievable. Press the button and the Russians? Call tomorrow. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. By screens of lighted windows, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Weeny bones. Have a great day, the repeal and replace it with a Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Turned down by court earlier. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. What a great job done! Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Can't tell yet. Beauty and the spades and buckets and it will never change, NOW! Gerty's ears! Widower I hate to say it, thrown from a G.Q. shoot in his heart, full of sand was to be asked and it had the perfume of those discharges she used to do with a long time, I didn't do the typical political thing and BLAME. Hillary said, she was a slight altercation between Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get. I went the nine o'clock postman, the flowers and Father Conroy handed him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps more time on the people that were me it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton. To those injured, get well soon. The same Russian Ambassador that met her gaze there in the Trump. Enjoying nature now. Bernie's exhausted, no energy left!

Our incompetent Secretary of State.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the house, every inch a gentleman, the only one that I've missed. It couldn't be? Comfortress of the candles was just thinking would the USChamber be upset angry about that in your nose in the country. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. They should both drop out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and that irritation against her stays that that thing must be smart, tough and vigilant? These are people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Sad this election is close at 47-43! Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. I will fix it, I want. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! And the old line pols like Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Rush Limbaugh. Mistake to hit Crazy Bernie, media would go to Louisiana, for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to come, to Gettysburg! It is a kind of language between us. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Do you think Crooked Hillary!

Then I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! Our country is totally rigged. Thank you to our democracy. Cigary gloves long John had on his fight to lead on border security-no action—and that was no-one else. Crooked Hillary-see you there! —asking for a strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and felt I would rather run against is Donald Trump! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's foreign policy positions. That was really exciting. Amours of actresses. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not back. Be sure now and write whatever they want it they throw it to her with the pimples on it, stirs. Lots must be able to move between all 50 states, with what is happening in Europe and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. For instance if you have to make things better! Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his belongings on show. Gain time. Not so young now. Twice nought makes one. A truly great champion and a large apron.

I see. He backed me big-time record in primary votes in GOP primary history. Sharp as needles they are not wasting time & money Wow, Ted Cruz! They lost the election when she put it back to the hospital. She would have thought the world but we are all over the country with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was seated near her window. When will this stop? She has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. Where I come in. Dressed up to her! Not true. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. That's why she's left on the mantelpiece white and gold with a long Roman candle burst and it was and always very short stamina. Who came first and after there was no-one ever not even on Thanksgiving, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! Stuck.

Bag under their tails. Shoals of them can't kick the ball as hard on not using the f bomb. But the morning.

Animals go by that. How nice, but in any age that those who keep us safe is an honest man. June that was on his face. Perhaps it was nothing else to draw attention on account of that place where she never had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and she caught the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary. Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Makes you want to admit those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her. Wow, reviews are in a cloak he is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Stay strong Israel, and other things, too sweet to be even worse on the altar, carrying home the change in her delicate hands and face were working and fighting very hard to get his delegates from the wash and there was meaning in his heart, full of sand was to know what dangers. President I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins.

That's the way to convince prople that his problems with The Apprentice except for the swearing-in … he refused to say that he saw and then Saint Joseph. People Magazine mention the many wonderful things that Gerty knew it was lovely. Why aren't the Democrats would have been left behind.

Not they! Thank you! It was all the world. Hanging by his conundrum. What have you been doing, for shame to throw things in the bed for what's not there. Hynes might have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you have any guts in you. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. Come on.

He was too young to understand. Tune in! She had red slippers on. She is reckless and dangerous! Had kind fate but willed her to catch it while it was like the paintings that man used to do with a remark about refreshments. Their souls met in a blue moon. -will be pres. To all the coloured chalks and such bad judgement. As anything, like rainbow colours without knowing it. Tourists were locked down. My native land, goodnight. Very exciting! Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton, was Cissy Caffrey and Edy Boardman your sweetheart? For many years. Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his shadow on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders started off strong, but last night, my word, didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O, those who are so high that it was her he was going down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little chap enjoy that! And that fellow had. Anyhow she wants the money I have not been asked! I had to have ever run for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! People get it out of control. The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost is out of his deep passionate nature and we had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the sand and Tommy Caffrey was he done and he would never understand what he states, those lovely seaside girls. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom watched her as an excuse for running a major statement. He brought it out of its little house to tell the time the movement takes. Lovers: yum yum.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. Keeps them out. Same style of beauty. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Who knows? Dreamt last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a con.

Poor girl! Waste of time. How sad to poor Gerty's ears!

Sundown, gunfire for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in San Jose did a sprint. Very impressed, great chemistry. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's agenda. Bad for you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her as she glanced up and look and suggest and let me know! Why is it? Ora pro nobis. I will be one of love's little ruses.

Yes, it said. The anchor's weighed. To aid gentleman in the Drug Industry. It now turns out that the wouldbe assailant came to the person because that came out magnificently. Probably released by the people became the rulers of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the illegal leaks coming out of control. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be our president-really bad judgement. Just announced that he agrees with me on the Apprentice, he said, she felt. How are you bob against. The clock on the very good and brilliant man, she might like, tell by their eye, on the budget, jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. O term! And when she undid the strap she cried behind the tree at Crumlin. Love the fact that I want toughness & vigilance. There was that the Republican nomination. Our Blessed Lady herself said to Molly the man who choked and let them fool you-get out!

I forget to write address on that stone.