#dusty ayres

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Dusty Ayres and his Battle Birds magazine - October 1934.

[libidomechanica]

Felt a holy strange use, we said, “My life is destitution climbed”

A sonnet sequence

               I

He heart-stripes for time will confine; I have wished purpose of the roof, the cost and heau’n of myself until I see that men of Illusion with loved the bride’s face. The Germans were half was hid. Felt a holy strange use, we said, My life is destitution climbed across the light and daunce, where came, they make the gentle, and then they came round; her brought but, like the best seed, they flee away she vowed his two for once, in sonnets in them with Time have I answer’d, and line, empty of death a heart of my libertie? She is destitution by their dusty urns sepulchred, whose from reaching at the palm.

               II

As she stream of lawn, upon the floor, one part, the Loves and gave me something sun; for to and for you, carrying hour’s changes right from out to flight. And turned about this flea guilty be, except in glowing nest upon thy skill: for leagues no other, who come back down through the three wild depression! And thoughts with that were, is overrules therefore by on bamboo stiltskin? And she sigh’d for summer’s defect of time, it is time that the crowned wide at every that Spring of zero. To go, and a Hierome, by might; the night, time ere went I kept alive, if once more if there. Last lone stones of moths.

               III

Each breathlesse patents of busie day, and in the world of your prime, no one thicket wilderness. Green borrowed names, and bade heaven. Honey, and departed, your brother, wine is lost, too whirls are one word; no! How to fill him from thee I something white robe, the envious meat, that now we meet therefore the night like fondness, to the Owl, You elegant scars. Last nigh it, confounds flaring his meat, the timbrels? It seems to tell, but soon held it outlasts than Time or face of splendour of earth to a fine summer, the glamour body, and doubt not see the world goes before and move, and pampered to fa’!

               IV

He look’d, to try an old man was it sound. A votive careless spoke, part back. To give and hard bleak steel’d sense to ring; and the pilot confirmed my dust to admire, between the vista of years; not only faces glimmer’d to share our safe arrival. Hermes coughed at the most sweets my pale face I recline your Highness sudden dead, save though solid fires Who, in the truth: no place upon. As still, compared with an amorous played them one by your feet. I have no links o’ gowd, her shone his head to you. Though I cannot keep them deep Atlantic ocean that xylem thickens in killing your scull?

               V

Around that: you may call what shall leap, and sends a space, that left us rocky cave e’er tripped his whist and night light of mortal in the dear, rose-jacynth to give him to inhale things. And I shall handsome, with there unlaced are, and in those skin growing suddenly, as more the mirksome night I remembered tables ever young conne no signs to all our breath’d mate these, trouble have vowed spotless boughs! But being upon a hill. No marvel then, for a nosegay! Once, and starry for, love. And convey’d, since the lassie, dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye hae ony luve for this, as lives.

               VI

Yet later in their dark did the senses rolled dry flame, she, to the wind was sloping their owne with marriage, had you swore tongue the heats and you, down through them. Where, that she hasp of the fault I bring to cast uplandish country dwelt; Hero much, the floors, old voices, the gloom, i noticed a bee did not see the soft wool-woofed carpets: fifty censers the time, since her ties by linked with hollow with small king his simple ayre, the feeds the spikes, and from thy branch rent, in baskets. All with the other woof, her mine, to this radiant from her naked neck, your self, that Frowning Form, his not force him the rest.

               VII

When yellow swifter than all things, or art. After that their little oak-room which thou did not again, she thorns, and thought to the place, are of an open its golden harp began to sing; draws, hopes and creeping from a Jew. Are merchant, to my lonesome years ago when Phoebus gold our wedding ring, a kind intense fragile visiting cauld, I knew where seventh Heaven’s hand there, in my life which euen my fashion. A white hand with me, then blood and made to go with terrific glare in fold to Venus, answered thee? But deaf and many seeing I saw the doctors return’d she wreak’d; then sheds look.

               VIII

When time had spread. With little light, as still. Of Ida spoke of the rough the church do what it might breaks white Tablet—Yes—’tis uninscrib’d with their offices, so oft as the Pharos from thee! To meet the bed and she said, my gout, my father’s light to have made them went the death their feature took this tale more of the sea. Time’s spoils despaire, yet they ever-during been wrong, and a memory can die: and thoughts maimed, thereto my heart. Today I said, Dear I loved desire, a fleeting! Has met wi’ speediest water and desolate and weary feet in his peers? Thee as a way found and breast.

               IX

Exercise; o kiss her; take you will commanding to see, then with thy best with sweet as still night, we could be better of lies; whose daintye Daysies dipt in how finely doe his false, false to me; Blythe and a moist mirage in defence of the throng, dancing leave the bedside mirrors, and that I so kindly am serve for thou in his whelpless was, and told that the dark deserted many shall not my name and know when most I glory fights, half-opens its love and plump cheeks, and overhead. Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come, and death, who is my louely layes her? He comes that swum in the dwarf came.

               X

With night; and fold of cold it was white robes, and short break from high couches, wondered the cube and flimmering creature she stayed stepping imply but in thy side; and branched in my craft or art thou wilt new warre vpon the centre stood, sea-borderers never see Brooklyn. Rude in a deep drenched each respect: the ground then the side, and built and she, poor man through the gutter. To go of her solitary day, death’s second and was no dreamy house, the first here we wise beginning the eagle and thine ear of yourself, nor winds a-wooing with marriage robes the humbly made her lives in danger with dew?

               XI

I am clad in flowers fall from him more the night of gold, she put the hall flower to brow had to your in mine and thoughts abuse such as spark from the thorowest their west, and those beside the same, is their stems branch rent, but Ida spoke, drained, and points out of my arm that he was his deceased; a rose this western mountain of the tents: take her mind with shivering its skirts, its blossom of stones of traitor, too fast. But a window by thy finger; vacant leaders of marble sharpnesse things were driven: the splendour out of myself off me and some might have laid and the people lists the lamps do dive into a cypress trees branches his mouth? Along and thou smil’d, and dull a spur He did not one? And is parallels in thee, where Byrds of elk and how white as clover in a carved, and better think back down a man: the moment than that I were, in active me in what golden reign.

               XII

Who taught, ah, yesterday dropped my fingers good ear to me. His hand, tumbling in an even fourteen I marry the hall, and majestical. So you is writ, not one should be hero in his steeds, whose worth under as if I saw that sea after a day, to-morrow vsing made replied. Clouds refuse he made the sever; tis wished it—but we went into my body shoulders did ioy among our brother hands wand; jove might have kisses, that no child on one whose skin: with t. You walked aboue and glittering languish, shames and in her bosom was told, we should make a beam for it! Supporting kind.

               XIII

And began, through there for men can be seen the Turkey who live by love the budded rosy deed, where light, the flame from this well the way old teach time is still expect yours, but the spikes, and found and protest and silver- green learn’d new black beauty could through yours, but you might fadeth in virgin-white hand how, hand on the fair, wi’ the fatal knight I do not to be confined. Eat when I sawe Calliope wyth Muses moe, soone ease; and tuck the new-mown hand and darksome casual sorts of brass, haunts about vs safer: out upon his to the rainbow wroth, life at its echoèd. And that is born.

               XIV

All the tower he took than Hero would have fallen meteor on a hillock down upon a chamber fair thou, O sun, look upcast to take from her too,—with our voices that each by a sacrifice, whose sound a scarf of orange, and swallows’ call? We faced looking ban, splashing to me, for uninvited guests; but in a deep coaches of your evil eye and if I so chariot, he, that the gilded ball danced by our entreat, playing woe, after sank and mend! Choices call; boys with suddenly, took pity. For azure palace an ugly as an awful Drink making more grace.

               XV

The longing man I have pulse, or instance. And I was born. Not, she saw of palm: and it was, and spoke the tyrannies. Mould; and Matthew stop; and let them all thing and takes a Devil’s selfe, and the queen o’ the goal, when ’tis prest: thy frown. Seeing I saw this transport pass. A magic music the singe, I must part: no, no. Think they found her set the dark kept up among the wheelings, with money, wrapped up to our courtesy. Keep, to gaze there fell from this said, The day I bake. That now about you will—with hurried couple thing. Leaped into a small knuckle on my heart of disbelief thought: she cried.

               XVI

With the threshold offence. And spends the phenomenological space, the door she took my wasted into plays his door. Mirror on they bear of delight luxurious orient cloud withal sweet, like a slaue, which mount he scars. Then, dropped are. Death most vile, but for those weary word by an earth feet, feeling at love candle. The leader of your child; but renewing surely thy hair, already we’re made the only aspire, the least thou coming Century. That we called it in, for loved by our entreaty stay! Till the waves and pain, so arguing a though the park, has rise, victor’s door.

               XVII

Man, found whence drew her roving hed, praising birds. And feather hand calumets, claymore a gentle youth, and kings were their treasures of wings, all sit in the maiden passion, cruel grown of wealthy lustre was seen. Sad church last—a match ’twixt two must I endure thunderbolt, she saw my palm, and mingled bit, and of corn such a rosebuds while. She turtle’s blood of his nose, from head she went, he said to the time, many as colder? And I cannot be thereby commit to her, and the heavenly nymph doth only said, I am but both wandering strove that makes seen, though my obedience.

               XVIII

I gave me no more: I will choose your head. Their tunes attemper right, that same flower down, and tune the common men with Psyche as shepheards quill. And thou in a room of hell. Which made the pleasing eyes. My fallen: the rich, more won. A girl of a Caitife worth we love more rich or poor; gross clay and held aloft, the cast made replied: I sung out at the earthly this face, remembering strange shape it plans: yet she the blade of an old teache the acts retire, and, be she made the bridal he shriek without of absence in wanton wing, Her trees be kept, that lays his nose, with pulses that first release.

               XIX

Softer, clear; and then he drew there we all who in a circle waited the stars who, when the palace: we were nobleness, not thyself, appeased? To the same, as though, if every hours of day: these was well, go and plenteous forth we are heart-stripes for ever done to speak to heaven presently was she said, My life I must descend, for men’s tears did not fond fancy flatter me? Each gift, each to the hoarse mankind, and quivering whence came jasper stopped shore, so was holding have changing round the lovely boy that high upon a row. With mine for comes to serue the hills echoed he; no soft, the bomb.

               XX

-Elect to this jewel he enjoys before I ever loose that which the oxen’s love, and heau’nly hye? The thyrsus, that beat wine, we willing over eight fails, despair. But hither. In your bridal night, betwixt two morning a thousands, and beauty is their little oak-room which I escaped heaps of gold, such cunning as she scorn for a yawning down. And held aloft riding on the drought my body, clay taking the love were you, let thy heart thou yielded a dearer thanks, and we in surprise and we went to glide, like glory, while. It dead: o cod she broken with coarse mankind, as that.

               XXI

Said, Dear heart of hers could not won by break our wills and he had touch my body, and of all say with you, then an empty house doors upon her harvest forth plunged down her proof, made him once more-for speake, it is, whatever made such Jugling thus to the one the chamber ever new; more looked up, and love, I will happier times better equal grew. Radiator grief and much as one the tremulous habit soon to be mingled tears be: just as your name of your be ascribe but green, do boast; things: whether infant lips, dropping from the harbrought revenged on my small path with choisest wounds.

               XXII

They sailed him thence he would through time they are her: without dislike one should I deny thee, dear deliverers, disjoin, what we behold is flea is young; all is done, and there in the showed them with still the lovelier that eyes she sight I stand henceforward in the poor human crease, might faded eyes, Her tresses mark, and saw such as their violence, can it remindednesse all in us is our laws are overhead. A stream on the shine like a feast took, and i’m always asking made a hundred Years— you turn away the grain—iness no shame in wine, sweet to the fought and every way.

               XXIII

Tis nigh, but dare to carrying you went than perjury, even sustain some my desire, like a feasts so sweets, at such a dear sweet is our lips, dropped eye: When all the river, silver-set; about. Served for those sweet must I do croud, and and nuptial mirth an echo start, as still cold and fishes thee, not under duvets, sold church as this: I never still still forward you. Morning, and she is wounded break my hearth we left full flourish with Psyche, sorrows old. Which it grieved at touch and yet he stately buildeth the thing, they sailed a seven stooped to salute her looked, as he spoken win.

               XXIV

Can happened, oh my breath, when from his mercy, pity, immoral, was glad that hides his mace but, where-through light not for the street, where I go for his loveliness the way old time to claim his sowre-breath is transfer where turned to let you are shattering dresses trim as an army down. Too highly prize it, compare, whaever has crept. And now by thy fate and night were, pursuer, wine have look’d again, alas, where, nor winding more strived they moved beyond any experiment. Rich force unto Abydos, the bath-house with our voice: I am the drooping parley, to put these may rests.

               XXV

The level wasted the other walk in an apron. Snow really do we affect of two, nor me the sleep had loved, which their dust I wanna be your eyes, and malformed. Of this flea guilty be, except it be not to thaw, and still, there on the dead! Full sponge and since each our vows above, the leave thy banners rais’d, a tenderly: you are the fondness, an hour work, ’ said I, o’ my chamber this radiant of women use but each other’s hand told her fate, who meddle not reaped; beautiful: let it last ray wane of the rack and white: to seek: were brown like a glorious would not young connection.

               XXVI

My breast when we met, to make and Peace pipe on her tower soft affect of two gold ingots, like a new-found again an apron? Frown last actions meet, for the embracements he use had beat down, both herself she lay!—The married next day seemed. Your lips of gold, once, in soule, arm’d but when the mirth an echo did the bold shame, and leave, and in battle: kiss her; take the creatures grace, incensed with busts: from its root; lions, let me shall I conne no signs to go when they amble away! And refrain beseeching ghost, silent, strike the powers but convert time to Parnasse high roof, still and I will.

               XXVII

Fiers mix with satisfaction, when thou coming of my Life! For a raven to burden hearth-wandering to me. I scarce discerne these tardy plumes let you draw his gaine is love, each shrining scale things and dress the ship alone, we’ll build far off from his sweet in flower-plots were fallen: they moving our velvet bodies, and perspecting a bottles her sacred the tyranny, and majesty, she sang:-she would burn or passe the bonie lass made the deserues, that grows upon his side, keep watch and over and maimed, I hung with the palace stood, sea- borderers never felt the slope, the tree!

               XXVIII

With the suddenly repented and sudden death’s second set to the ivorie, heroic, for she is a silly maid which mans eyes into region with my brains. Excel all outright; the swarm of female hands so soft as a touching, here wind: and there. Awhile we part, or gemmes impart as sacrifice to Jove’s beautiful: let it began, the soyle, the glowing gauze and pity by love return to see me of you, w’are met, just as we with that we used to me, if once more here there in moss; everything to me. ’ Wind aloud, and up again in thumb and fears number zero.

               XXIX

And the sea, to the Spring opens touching dumbe lips are evening to forcing sward she taking heart within my fragile visiting this day, leauing my mother’s day. Their officious songs thine on Thetis’ glass. Cry you, and keep, True, ’ she state, and all the reeds like an imbecile shaft that did fall, as gay as any. And torturing out for his subjected, his swaddling fruitless cold. Own for gifts at twenty—five years! Could soon to your lost, and all the father—none. And I, in my loue and pointed in the rest, and calumets, claymore and maimed, the boards of earth, to do with four garages and caught and what a shade, where fancy to suited, whom the tree! You for cits. Dear, the walls with naked man of curious dint that not my foot remembers more to call with temptation, delicate, the wise the map already dead. Who do swerue, rebels to share you call this love exhibits straight fade.

               XXX

The bed to set it suffice, but, taking she was spring slowly from Hebe Hebe Jove’s chronicle we fools; he cheats, wife and every guest, which at thatch upon thy sweet perfumes by the Turkey who look’d on his his might melts down thrall. Let her was pricked the blood quaffing Mars and do not but vnfelt it some beneath through yours is the pilfering death, long a scaled, much like a snowgirl, a butterfly with fish, When was like bells upon him wasn’t Sanforized? Weight me love me in night, you tell vs mery tale more modern now, but once thereon Leander crossing their name in a level—No!

               XXXI

Then one leg and go less of mine, unhoped heart; my body asleep. The city listening belates, has rolled by some ball- fields and thrusts him quick and never, never deem me this, authority—the Lady Blanche: and Walter Vivian all hys passion’s many a cut, a half—inch spark from coste, can nowhere but gods decreed it another have some other legs in silence of the way he met wi’ my Phillis, ’tis preserved, I would do. Teaching guest had a system made the rarity and now a twist of love not hear his simplicity and pointed too full, or thing, that might fails.

               XXXII

And I shall have left full flocked tread, women you are, and, with all the way we behold is flat since dark are strange was one portal, gaz’d: his hardly her baby form in those wan, and lead they that viewed, his countenance between no place, nor over they boated on my radiant Hero’s gentle bosome coquettish deceit. Then for they clime and strange was already you love this night, crawls to set me go, but her for you played in life. A fool of the silently paced temples; no soon held in the treasured fragrance, have new rays that links the frame to gold? Hast thou smil’d, and as she shadow, Cynara!

               XXXIII

Fed by a patiently paced are, or art thought I’d knowing coral to us out across just popped a dwarf appeared, the golden age of face and melt—’twas just drop down to lay it, yourself advance and only Nature I embraced the jasmine so its ink has pale it look easily will forgiveness to entangle me we’re evening parley, to be grate dry!-Three I lay without hope to scold me. Time passionate heart, and the truest shepheards, whose blacke the learn how finely does, steps walk’d in the people together and shalt call me by the heart is she, why not, as they bore not spin.

               XXXIV

I touch the bewitch: leaue followed: so they never made, and could bend hit as messengers late with no better speak these hymns in killing car from the more durable touch, as I listens, spits for all thing it. And all the time, and bitter loved, that I should be there? Boys with many Lilias in trained last loving, Fools we will believe what the multitude! Keep watch and was it erewhile I languish to vain discolour’d on a stranger win; and nothing but the bride in my woe, and now the ampersand, sends forth a grape with a boughs! Ah, wherein wassail; often, like a criminal.

               XXXV

” Thy glasses of nature’s thieving thy tears. Dream and all its the sun went and down the queen o’ the gods began the flat earth, which the time tell. Upon thy sight, the moment, yes. And white hands wand; jove slyly stealing from the dewy down. Were it lovely leaves thy choysest Art, with my eye, easy live with a stain, made noise the flower, rang ruin, answered in? Fit you will. Through with an unbudded rosy deed, rose-cheeked Adonis kept the listen to rain of the hearts to praised her: where are a human creatures specially do we affection. The this And maids, that small old man who was sixty!

               XXXVI

Hair would that burnes, mine owne fiers might youth, where the aching voice I raised, whereat the sacred the heard her, give her horses’ heels: and Lycius started for cits. Pushing can breathing is he; he whole town, thy king in a broke, betwixt the stone, are the violence and spend then sudden, perhaps he fetchedness, chaste despair and her foes with elation now. In all her baby fortune once grows cold with roses have been faithful god of renaissance, I touch. The still the known; I shoulder blade of a dog can hear the charmed her wi’ her conquest to sea in a strange above my bride in love of that we called her from the fire than that I were they lifted, expect you. Wisdom to see, the Black and men is my death on hylls to get, you shalt by form, dost distress of mount they see, my brows, silk-pillow. Herewith Lilias in this, sad Hero, not know too much more than the striated with my neglected.

               XXXVII

And of the looked at Christmas. And I in duty will the day, the nuptial mirth an echo of th’ Hesperus no shame of you at the nursed, deliverers, and yet this weak and I shall dissembles most? Alas, tis not your is purpose while he purpose lovely, lordings, streight of curled plain and arms electric to call it be gone. Broken she laid his eye upon Euphelia frown, or crooked up, intending; nothing it both love that Learning marriage, that drinks he great god Pan himself upon bed. It doth part shall profit while we prayse or was Hero, Venus’ sweet milk the circle.

               XXXVIII

To lovely leap it began to glared upon fold of sweeter than a worldy bliss yet they have you flesh without you would you more she doth dwell. Song, with my young disciple. But she cannot err, awhile I walk in an April of expire, world so bitter by the humble o’er it many, died ere he gazed upon grey skies chatterer stopped short breaks white have fretted steps: for thee not mortals, or Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good Sir Ralph a page or that make: twas the sudden desire! At forty step to be a slaves, nor me thoughtful skill, the lives in order, a cat, as this Venus none.

               XXXIX

Like or so they wound of the virgins do mine, we’ll borrow vsing me to some face was as ugly Chaos’ den upweighed in the sole enemy. I’m always prompting: not that I have felt to be stars be: just a haunt me not see them for roof and always running the wine; and of her lukewarm pearls of sand, sends a starting or a bowling her eyes doth sheepe about my blacke the burning. Compels me with holiday. Your heart and gold, and ravish’d their mother flocked her best she is deep, and you, gallop amain from thee? And, despair. If this autumn robbed, by the rainbow once to me, for speak.

               XL

Various lamp of your soothing. That entire continues to music, midnight there. Because embraced her and the Pussy you all her legs I dream, yet it suffice to have ground their ever done, Ay me, such a season was low, and pointed in my love? I neuer the babe in a sensitive nymphs humble man was learn thyself warm until some other take time, who by blind and lovely charms. And straight to my neck in the painted, expect of the could see but a shepherd’s home? I dream markes engraue in my blight of my hand in play, and wide, wi’ purple blossom: a thing. Find it was care.

               XLI

And that was well on the book this foot so fair gem, sweet you share bid all they’ve already you love of a duke, and the shining stood, if it bring fame: but follow sand, sends for darting the shining and to faithful Prince. Of stones are praise sayings of Time; and I do speak as everything it should arise; you can. Now we are no signs to tell your belles and louing lay it chance Rumpelstiltskin? Her tears did fallen that I have been at Vivian all that’s great; but doth Phoebus peeps, so to use newfangleness, alas, where were were missed: we severe, and louing lack’d, tho’ her can murder us? Grew hush; the river: the cloud that least to espie? He laid his prize it, complaine for years spent into the Spring of you. ’ And I keep them to your dreamboat when the spell: You ride now the still, checking a white man in a dream’d, there half appeared at the age of another. Her House; a Road of thy breathed to me?

               XLII

What with thy blisse, hath no one day I die! Dead stories of other rest. Hark how to confesses played that did my captive break my heart. The Shah, whose from out my bare fingers where the Babe is beauties plaguy bill? I’d feasted by love, the feast, from their night; lamia, what are gone. Belovëd, whatever man, I. Climb high, what did you will, I never love fame keeps on steering human face, that I thinking in her empery of joys; and now through light; yet to me. No more transfix the fair. As thou be, though use make you gone. With a tenderneath the grey and chaste desire! Grief he flies.

               XLIII

Our guide turned into hell relief; undone by your love. Had Lycius started up, and virtue is it then I heard, think water of the rim. If all with love that was now am I, I cease the bed a tenderest pledge him. Could not show; all, therefore, whatever man, she love you yet one, one who can be betted; made the fire than mortality,— all women, whilst the while no night is destiny, others’ arms and pulled him without that mad pursuer, with merriments for willows, the law in yours, a break these poor pretty railway ran: a firmament glistered light voyage to pleasure.

               XLIV

I wanna be your Highness brow, feeds her purple-lined palace Ida spoke not, sweet dew place and nothing to my hot desire, like apollo’s prey? Ray wane of the lilies shines a ioy from any wrinkles who do swerue, rebels to infinity. ’Rings for Years—you seek with frame to you, or some light thus, that pen doth prays, the heart, a loyal people: thy fate which quarrels moved, burns when the chops the blossoming want to knows the king run, let me part, and want for trumpet peace, that make our prime, you’ll get cold ran into gold ingots, like apollo’s gold ingots like, by might ease my silence.

               XLV

Way groaning, by Saul Bellow When the most slept with all complete with their west, whilst he hope of her gods began to my love me from steep pine-bearing his pipe to suits Petulant she, whose majesty, she punishment. Came loves all early and poore my well- contend. And, fools; he cheats, wife and some freshness brown like one who resemble Venus’ nun, when other sunset fade. To take and the dark herself, the pen that she laid about like to gaze upon my liberal Graces, which of the close exposures: poorly desire; for will not even tide, upon him the day is dreary, he call it a little thing: my most rude line pulse, or flax; an equally the braw lass made myself my bones within the pleasant shepherd, sitting undergrowth. Of man was let you my life: my brand nearer, till in vain: let love with his style I’ll fight, and pierce and eke my rymes and away, in timely death.

               XLVI

Then, Hero answer: These and view; remarked their dark days of mine owne for shame and from you forgetful Muse, my breast, his lead thy early thy love me to see your raincoat for tombs, doth take; whose wan, and once told of that taught, life’s early heavy gold whom I keep me alive and forever and suffering its sad echo started frosty rime, now set a wrath shames, as a brother will give a group of girls in the house, the wine come home, my voice of careening havoc with the bride, my death our feet. With a ring only betray’d it brings fresh frowned: I am no woman, I think if we’re not now?

               XLVII

When though one to cave! I used to accomplish work of glowing back, but one of the top, the common straw. Ah faith, and in the dwarf. June, I to heart—I heard ankle or such because he fades, wander now; so prevails when tis held, and women; and straight them my pen doth tread, as if another, me, that darke with honor, or should from a golden hook, the inside you: on your tongue that she thou deny’st me in vain. The sigh’d for it is vain promise! The sparrows of night and drove a path with largely spread. Laid the man; you canst they did was they are shall strip a hundred yellow swiftly flew the fair.

               XLVIII

And I will for anger whose living, the faint degrees, that made their Institution of the days is upon the decay. And majestical, and quite concord shall be led by my name and in plains of her break from his imprint that play thee? We are maidenhead; yet every one of ladies sing Euphelia’s heaven must full-borne? To whom radiant beauty hath an amorous habit soon as once more-for some were pushed you, and feeds on flames the songs and I danced a soldiers standard keep, but gaudy Girlonds, was there he looked dolphin wheelings, till it a little servile clocks on less-deserved.

               XLIX

My force her mouth to thy precious song, and want, who in the walls, walked about its echoed from its marriage feast and it was the pilot confirmed many as an army of the rim. As though she sprained, the doctors are in my crafty loving underneath! And there are shy but you epitomize as promiscuous lips we might, flye to moan and were never sped, seems our music and books and time and sing, they bedew’d the way a woman’s own hand come the bed to know time’s remorse, the board, with shrinking this style admire: we, whose two clear, betwixt the moon dropped away, for shame: for this mouthed grange.

               L

Out of course, that small; and held or lives, crotchets, Christmas sole sparks of burning made the brough there we lit on Aunt. Thou kiss, thought to ground the white as ocean-streams. With a voices call; Is that rides best sign of black. He put her hung. She said, than Dis, on the three days still at last, which love, when the slope of continued not from college, visiting the sun went Mercury who look’d the Princessant back-chat. Of individual lightfote Nymphes can with saints? Four laws withers but alas too much; a gift prevent: to languish in language came, who in the ground, and spends the patron will pose with facts.

               LI

Upon thy shape it plant in a partridge. That Midas’ brood, however done aster is not prevent’st his zenith, she was not even and when we woo thee—ponder iron with encroaching her face in circle. In the feasted feast shone, silver altar stooped, reached this to play upon thorns, and this feasts where was they are but he that writes remorseless: ay, it’s happening twins do moue their skin, enough the ocean-foam in these shoulders did ioy amongst my world is census taker knowledge you used to the gas, put hot water hailed and grave, sole enemy with kisses; and the widest land doom take.

               LII

And I in duty will give rest. Still I not, with her glad parents’ bones will renewed the doors upon the passion, when Cloe blushing accents, long did you, letting us, if not full hylls, or dales of affections of you: you stared he, litigious chastity, but unto. Of sense to ring; till the father knew she’d just as a heard sittes not from the dreary, he comes my calm white hands, gather phone book, now should folly’s all with tilt and we in those sound a scarf of orange round by some beneath their will. The sacrifice to Jove’s arrow will only warmth and white-blossom of blood waltzes.

               LIII

Or rather loathed life’s wheel by which brought? Being seems but for trumpets—Lycius was the paper says good unto the way men go and would through to confesses lovers know: is it dead? She cried, th’ endear’d, as the womankind, poor silly maid whose Echo answer than could not know on earth tears did mine owne fiers mix with her counted by these? Slyly steal him that, self-involved; but wilt looked outward part in my love, Jamie, come by-street by trecheree didst come—to be, belovëd, whatever certain meant but speech, you shalt be the maiden queen o’ the nuptial sweetest bud. That with him in two.

               LIV

A petty rooms; and over, never showe, the three wild will smile dwelt; Hero would not when the vault. While he sports along you out for her head from me: what is a zero vector, when I am fed. Not my foot or such as fancy is in equal balance peised. Of the Babe is but some speaking of vows, we known women; and again vowed spotlit. That I must remain their fall; I have spent: for the powerful gods. The leaves expression and accept the mound where, the foeman out. And nowhere unhappy as ye: and frae my child will last lone stones i’ th’ street, whom I am buried.

               LV

The love, and thou must expire, that held the comes a ball; the sweet in each respect our door, asks first rose and I by the rich, more in the isles of Arcady? Beat doubled shorten I then, I have transfix the floor was Danae’s straight to Stella, the way by day.—No I was denied pin’d as they rode; they all the said,—he wish I wear. Seek you as his liking, yet ne’er for a raven the dawn. Nothing shade can be better; but mine: give it here. Thought and shapes commit to wed Amphions lyre, set in holes, as it else to feel then, I had daft his purpose gown from sonny rayes to Tantalus, she love.

               LVI

And now thee I should come back to me. To common straw into think if we’re braided, her stately came, and undid me strange round suppose he might come—to be, belovëd, what a beam of loving, now a sweet pastimes beneath, when in garrets, on purpose while here I lie, as the wind no other die. Because that you are fair, or is it that, self-will, or capable of weathered table, to be vnkind, I will come on me, do not boast; things long walks in heaven. Down thou hast, thou should arise; come, come to disappeared. And thy tears, and a parching voice, lute, and kisses, that my still harshly jar.

               LVII

I fill my love’s sweetly they crickets but all of bliss, dear trailing want his charms on the fields and then I know time’s removed, they talk, and mine—unweave me divine and tread, as from my workshop. We travel, a palace Ida sounds with error strived the gentle bosom was this—this caract, and in beauty,—that in the roofs like legs I drew you out from her backs on less-deserved. A married next he cast her, and thither travelled cave, turquoise and shook the last love, and bower, but her waist, and tell the mouth at there at struggle, trammels freed, one is still relented day, to-morrow will spin.

               LVIII

Tree of Tantalus, she knee: they were dried undertake. What leaped live singer, now his flight. Yet, love is the night is to shame on heaps of mortal who with all creatures consecrate! In another heads felt the sight wraps me in his loss along time in his arm, and there and clear away. Now by the father you swore he way men grow! Pussy said she becomes to the same temples. When moving out of telegraph they seemed not, as a wider choice of myself I guard, flesh extended as he eats and flimmer’d through a firmament glistening thy amiss, excusing ivory strength; the worldy bliss.

               LIX

Like a jewel he enjoy? Till air stirred at in the pride. Of that I should soone ease to do it for you. And for fear to touch of weeds, who wants me her waist, and beware lest, with reconcilement with dew? Do what was shee desert all keep us children, though solid, like what the fair my palsy, or Phant’sie scan, and kind, and long purple orchis variegate the burst empty house, with satisfaction, and pearl, which it grow, and delight. Walter than I. Much more majesties appeared think two pails of blood waltz, clicking, and in a sin far above that made myself have hard her force; but who, nothing.

               LX

I kiss’d me; and still? That the care of sorrow when this magic whisks and rudely drest what she died or art. Walter, patting must remains which is, youth doth makes beneath is this cap and blue yonder, being away, will eventide. My fancy to reason, and mutual appetite I never been my only that she also to use newfangleness into this son, the abundant two on sponge to a cause, that now is rage; famous, how? Farewell; the languish to vain was vanquished each one whose choice of her fair thou true, and on the unbroken by Maud, she had not breast, O miracle.

               LXI

Foolish, Faith Sulayman spoke not, but our old man’s asexual voice as we wring, a sort our eyes doubled streight mix his demon eyes! Last Love enhances spoke, part banter, patting you will; heroic sees more prove as that dandy-despot, heralded along thing brest the earthly fumes, and shout a gap, yet in lead and by the day was torn by Autumn, in mine Eyes. And over the clash of jarring care: o thinking the fathers thus we meet. By all mind, yet when all that’s beauties, or weed: and married! As he great Princes were frayed the great river. He on the dead! And shepherds do hold worse.

               LXII

To this father one, like arguments—the gods might fades away, oh! And I forbore— thy touch them so hand answered country dwelt like Hebe’s in her sweet their christall fame when bow down, wait upon her that make our progress falter was enamoured air stir full of the boards of day: they’re foole, as a rosebud set with her sues: see how cunning a wander, to lay something wars— and many a wander lays esteem: yet so the good all the hollow fear, through regular bird to gold keep it always make to a causefull catalogue of pity, and death’s wet break my heart.—Not too fast.

               LXIII

Behind though in your face to my hot desires, ere he could that soft ear to me, i’ll kiss the craved, and laughed to Mars as she did she been boat, the in Weimar sleep I return to ill: should makes sense not remove; for from thee to these tardy arms, I lay on; not to love nor cared nor knew my five month of their luckless of her tongue, and mouth? Thou and loued her stately came, instead, ever done, Ay me, succour of love me not Cupid beat within mine own begin you again, alas, poor silly maiden passion do we affections new; most resembles most dear, dear man, whom I am no bigger that meridian height of dignity and with folly and now should remembrance, and she grown with eyes now it; taunt me no more: thither from heaven and wonted rendezvous, but is profanity and the hands. Great god Pan, from the women fast the children are was at lengthened bells.

               LXIV

I though, by Nature blind and quivering, the true’; swiftly blind. The guests are alway, after all that I an accessary needs discover what left no echo star, thou may never be prolonged beyond any expect you, whose two for loves your cheeks, with my neglect I do speak. Down in the fair, who with my love; at first, and plain, till the sunshine, and the baths, And this’ he said, I dared reply. Ah, happy boughs! In towered so longest date do melt into the king in the river-water nymph beguiled by time. Her own mind was bom old. Radio play, and sighs drowns, but lets him dwelt at Abydos, their axes: lo the death weand my books and mused her necklace as a small king too has lost, lost the King of time in its wings when I stood, sea-borderers, displayed about thy hairs, and eu’ry part ought were telescopes for speak to high, grand, epic, homicidal; and age-bed, be kept.

               LXV

The Prince to run. I wote my secret trusty gowns, but Pallas on the reed, no more so strong at my side, keep watchfulness. I hear, it’s me. Quiet’s cool flesh—let’s beautiful and small path no special legend be, it is the wind, which I couldn’t just so longed, all other. A loyal porch, that Titanic strifes, murmurs in my ioyes for pride of youth, and I go from out to me. Draws, hopes and flimmer’d through the badge, and with thine ear of night is dumb—we stay; and fire, like him in thee, divine. The light of gay flowe, of that darkest shade of the lightfote Nymphes can coole: what soft voice is this flea, and boar.

               LXVI

Thy touch she wept both loved you, carry you? And now we lit on Aunt. The wall, and anger, a space opens, where young mantle tame and holds up as tiny rip of a God. Right, and then my dreams are every green altar, O my friend to some canker lives’ my falls and aghast the glassy smile and are the way when he took than ours, but left the highly disdains to have for, like a winter’s arms. ’Er wi’ my Phillis, can your with the inward light, then to the river. And called to Cupid’s day. The flowers above their name and in her quickening the land, hard forms the hearts instead of my despair.

               LXVII

A petty railway ran: a firmament glistered with lighted mirrors, and armor should not speak to her own image picture, the shipwrack treasured by my hot desire; for if you call that he can be; little bent; and might foot remove; for having looks, staid night, to mask, and presence them gentle. And from a Jew. The fruit none can be; little nearer, till in respect, and the destroy, and therewith so beautiful and hands, but effectually is dissembles most unusual sort. Old faces, whose airy texture; she yield her, long times make those that Titanic strife without of.

               LXVIII

The windshields on flower by fate and such a rattling in thank’d her naked to me; she said; she set to thee by putting you, carry you, if he had to have him went, in pale and many a white as we entered, and opens whereon with that’s more from them a’ in sarks to me. Said he, for one—all people should be humiliating gold, of moths. Than pairs of the truce obtain. If her sudden dead-heavy body was she meant, as they never shorn, had left me, say one more majesty, she said the Palate till the misery in fit magnificence. When twas they gain to my plain.

               LXIX

But Ida spoke of the thick for harm, so that lay carved, and horror and a darke with white hand, as we climbed across them achieve their hands so pure, dutiful instruments, I am your love. Tomorrow I brew my beer. You are, shall stay: and bade him was such a dear delivers to the hall, all, at any rate she the sight? After he took than summer as a soldier, but tis double-vantage me. Plants his said, I am a shore, so short, did the electric to decay has had at touch them with a bitter but feed him, the one who in the circular independence, and and play.

               LXX

We took fire, with my Emma lay; surely in the humbly at you have seen her proved the holy idiot doth his incess as much. But as he had no blemish, but by my love’s blooming markes engraue in my lover’s seat me on me, and take it Sir, ’ and plaintiue pleasure the blood bound our son, to hold. Though with their father—none. Shut fast that. And faint and doubtful how the two gold were affied. Old pony post road. And seek no common rule, which wit impart, or gemmes or other, brother, Sleep, as she preached? Upon the plain in a moment or broke and pleasant hour ere lover. Iron nature’s.

               LXXI

And she blue-eyed rival came. The leave her things grew faine would ease; and hugged it is best fruit. With content, mission’s grave, yet, do not thine; and that does shelter in its mother’s hermitage; you, two cities of quince, which royall her name and home in language of the moon’s despise the longing more soule flutters twitter, for it! With Time wasted to warmth of Greece will fley’d away let me get her for ay from other and feeds the taste before my eyes, that dimmed her, as for darting joy, foes with visions less can compared with dim and again. I knew a beast is fair; the men came a theater growest the fatal knight to Stella alone are genuine, I think if there his foot countrey mournful terms, without a reward. On newer proper heavens; then, said I for I cleaved two planted once more than she look’d on Europe’s latter’d he: why do you ever put the king’s realms of spirits.

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Robert Sidney Bowen, Jr.: Aviator, Author, and Adventure Enthusiast

Robert Sidney Bowen, Jr. (October 4, 1900 – April 11, 1977)

Robert Sidney Bowen, Jr., born in Boston, Massachusetts, was a man of many hats: a World War I aviator, journalist, magazine editor, and author. He passed away in Honolulu, Hawaii, at 76, having left an indelible mark with his adventurous storytelling.

A Life of Adventure and Writing

Bowen's journey began in Allston, Massachusetts, where he was born to Robert Sidney and Catharine Sinclair (Fenton) Bowen. With a family history rooted in military service—his grandfather fought in the Fifth Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry during the American Civil War—Bowen’s own path led him to the skies during World War I.

Leaving school to drive an ambulance for the American Field Service in France, Bowen joined the Royal Flying Corps in 1917, becoming a Second Lieutenant in the Royal Air Force in 1918. He flew SE5 fighter aircraft with the 84th Squadron in France and, despite limited combat experience, contributed to the war effort.

Post-war, Bowen transitioned into journalism and editing, working with the London Daily Mail, the Paris edition of the Chicago Tribune, and Boston newspapers. He was also editor-in-chief of Aviation Magazine, and his early writing included the non-fiction book Flying From The Ground Up.

From Pulp to Prominence

In the 1930s, Bowen made a name for himself in pulp fiction, launching the series Dusty Ayres and His Battle Birds in 1934. His knack for storytelling found a new audience during World War II with the Dave Dawson War Adventure Series, starting with Dave Dawson At Dunkirk in 1941. The series was a massive success, selling over 2,000,000 copies and cementing his reputation.

Capitalizing on this success, Bowen also penned the Red Randall Series for Grosset & Dunlap, which debuted in 1944 and quickly became a bestseller.

A Prolific Author

In the post-war years, Bowen’s focus shifted to books for adolescent boys, exploring themes of aviation, cars, baseball, and horses under the pseudonym James Robert Richard. His works were published by notable houses like Lothrop, Lee & Shepard, Grosset & Dunlap, and others.

Bowen’s personal life saw him married twice—first to Marjorie Percy Bowen, with whom he had a son, Robert Watson Bowen, and later to MaryAnn (MacIntyre) Bowen. His family grew to include two more sons, James Sinclair Bowen and Richard Fenton Bowen, a daughter, Virginia Bowen, and five grandchildren.

Robert Sidney Bowen, Jr. left behind a legacy of thrilling stories and a significant impact on juvenile literature, remembered fondly for his creative contributions and adventurous spirit

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Explanation: Inside the Cocoon Nebula is a newly developing cluster of stars. Cataloged as IC 5146, the beautiful nebula is nearly 15 light-years wide. Soaring high in northern summer night skies, it's located some 4,000 light years away toward the constellation Cygnus the Swan. Like other star forming regions, it stands out in red, glowing, hydrogen gas excited by young, hot stars, and dust-reflected starlight at the edge of an otherwise invisible molecular cloud. In fact, the bright star found near the center of this nebula is likely only a few hundred thousand years old, powering the nebular glow as it clears out a cavity in the molecular cloud's star forming dust and gas. A 29 hour long integration with a small telescope from Ayr, Ontario, Canada resulted in this exceptionally deep color view tracing tantalizing features within and surrounding the dusty stellar nursery

Cocoon Nebula in Cygnus ©

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Vintage Paperback - Dusty Ayres #05: Black Invaders vs The Battle Birds by Robert Sydney Bowen

Corinth (1966)

[apod]

2022 August 27

IC 5146: The Cocoon Nebula Image Credit & Copyright: David Jenkins

Explanation: Inside the Cocoon Nebula is a newly developing cluster of stars. Cataloged as IC 5146, the beautiful nebula is nearly 15 light-years wide. Climbing high in northern summer night skies, it's located some 4,000 light years away toward the constellation Cygnus the Swan. Like other star forming regions, it stands out in red, glowing, hydrogen gas excited by young, hot stars, and dust-reflected starlight at the edge of an otherwise invisible molecular cloud. In fact, the bright star found near the center of this nebula is likely only a few hundred thousand years old, powering the nebular glow as it clears out a cavity in the molecular cloud's star forming dust and gas. A 29 hour long integration with a small telescope from Ayr, Ontario, Canada resulted in this exceptionally deep color view tracing tantalizing features within and surrounding the dusty stellar nursery.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap220827.html

[moonctzeny]

get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader 

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary:  “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”

[slickbackdani]

And now, a list of celebrity deaths from this year:

* DMX (rapper)

* Biz Markie (rapper)

* Jackie Mason (comedian)

* Dusty Hill (rock bassist, ZZ Top)

* Thea White (voice actress, Courage the Cowardly Dog)

* Charlie Watts (rock drummer, The Rolling Stones)

* Ed Asner (actor, The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Up)

* Robert Downey Sr. (filmmaker)

* Richard Donner (director, Superman and Lethal Weapon)

* Larry Flynt (publisher, Hustler Magazine)

* Christopher Plummer (actor, The Sound of Music and Knives Out)

* Cloris Leachman (actress, Young Frankenstein and The Mary Tyler Moore Show)

* Larry King (talk show host)

* Siegfried Fischbacher (magician)

* Michael K. Williams (actor, The Wire and Boardwalk Empire)

* Norm MacDonald (actor/comedian, Saturday Night Live)

* Chris Ayres (voice actor, Dragon Ball and Black Butler)

* Derek J. Wyatt (cartoonist, Ben 10)

* Betty White (actress, The Golden Girls)

[evertexstatum]

Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago | Waiting (One-shot) Rated M

Inspired by Waiting - Mac Ayres

Author’s note: Was trying to find a fanfic based on this but couldn’t find one. So I’ve decided to write one - with some extra spice. English is not my first language but I tried. Haven’t been writing in so long (haven’t done a fandom graphic in so long) as well so apologies in advanced. 

“Like, what’s another rule we could break?”

“No making out at work.” 

“Okay, that’s very flattering Amy. But there are some rules that I shall never -”

“Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Amy grabbed Jake by the hand and pulled him to the back of the room. They’re hidden behind piles of dusty boxes and the spot was dimly lit. It was a perfect secret make-out spot. 

It felt like they were high school teenagers, skipping class to make-out in some dark empty classroom. It was exciting and needless to say, sexy as hell. 

Amy was especially excited about this whole sneaking around thing because she doesn’t normally do this - breaking the rules. It felt like she was the lucky girl who got the attention of the most popular guy in school.

She got him to follow her around like a love-sick puppy. ‘I mean just look at him, he’s cute as f*k,’ she thought to herself while running her hands down his biceps. ‘...and hella fit.’

High school Amy would be so jealous of her now. Nerd Amy making out with Peralta, in the dark? Ooh, mama. 

Their kiss started innocent enough with small pecks around each other’s lips and cheek but it didn’t last long. It escalated pretty quickly and she is more than happy to comply.

Jake kissed her as if his life depended on it and she was not complaining one bit. She loved the way he grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer against his hard body. She let out a soft squeal against his mouth when she felt the bump on the front of his jeans.

Amy ran her fingers through his hair and brought her hand down to his face, letting it rest there, feeling his face muscle move while kissing her. 

Jake ran his fingers up into her hair and lightly grabbed it, pulling her head down slightly so he could start kissing down her neck. Amy gasped but it quickly turned into a sigh. Everything about this was driving her crazy. ‘How is he doing this to me,’ she thought to herself, eyes closed, fully enjoying Jake’s hot breath against her skin.

None of the other men she’s dated before could even come close to turning her on like this. To think that she had wasted time with those men without ever feeling this kind of passion was crazy to her.

Both Amy and Jake knew that this was something that could have happened years ago. Both had feelings for each other but neither one of them were ready to admit it. God knows why they waited this long. 

Their frantic movement accidentally popped open the top button of her blouse. Jake pulled away and stared at her. Cheeks flushed, plump lips and breathing hard - he couldn’t look any sexier than this. Then his gaze fell onto her chest; her blouse hanging slightly open. 

She knew what he was thinking but because he wanted to be respectable, he wasn’t going to do anything until she made sure that she was okay with it. 

Amy took his hand and placed it against her chest. Then she pulled him by the neck and started kissing him again. Jake was still hesitant, his hand frozen on her chest. She grabbed his hand and guided it towards her breast, lightly squeezing it. She moaned against his mouth and that drove him crazy. 

He turned her and pushed her back against the metal racks, his hand roaming freely on her chest, fondling her breasts. ‘Fuck, Amy,’ he breathed against her mouth.

Amy slid her hand down his body and towards the growing erection in his pants. She squeezed him lightly and smirked when Jake hissed. She massaged him through his jeans, enjoying the hisses and moans he was making. 

Any sanity left was out the window. Nothing else mattered but this moment right here.

She felt so in power over him. 

And boy, was he a great kisser. She loved how he slid his tongue in and out her mouth. She couldn’t help but wonder how that would feel against her clit. Meanwhile, Jake loved the way she would bite his bottom lip, pulling it and sucking on it. It was driving him crazy.

All Jake wanted to do was bend her over a desk a slam hard into her willing body. These imaginations running through his head were making this hard, making him harder than he already was. If he wasn’t careful, he would - 

“You two have been in this evidence locker for -- hey!”

“What? Nothing!”

What happened next was so fast, she didn’t have time to think about it. Amy pushed Jake with such force that he fell to the floor. 

Jake, flustered and on the floor -  looked up at Amy to process what just happened. When it finally did, he scrambled himself off the floor and grabbed a candy wrapper that was on the floor next to his hand. 

“Nothing? You were just making out with Peralta.”

“Ah, there’s that candy wrapper I was looking for. Oh, Santiago. What are you doing here?”

Amy was too flustered to play along with Jake’s obvious dumb cover-up so she just let out an awkward chuckle. 

“So I guess it is hos before cho’s with you friend. Now I understand why nothing gets done in this precinct. The detectives are too busy frenching with each other!”

Dozerman was clearly unhappy. Amy just wanted to melt into the ground and disappear. High school Amy would never get into trouble like this. 

----

“So, Boyle…”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go look at those surveillance tapes, yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

Amy’s mouth hung open in horror. ‘Fuck.’ She breathed.

“Title of our sex tape. Literally.”

Amy turned to Jake and slapped his arm before storming away, cheeks flushed. 

[writingamongtheroses-archive]

Nymph, Day 1

I decided to try a writing experiment, involving MA’s descent into Nymph. @ursamaaajor

-_-

You have been wandering these woods for a while. If you had to guess, based on your watch, three days. Then you find the house. It looks abandoned, years of dust puffing up when you creak the door open. Cobwebs are everywhere and it is dark. You manage to find a fireplace in the main room. You manage to get a fire going with your lighter and some old firewood you managed to find. With the light of the fire, you continue exploring. You find the kitchen, some food still preserved in the cabinets. You find a plain bedroom. And then you look in the next room.

The first thing that draws your attention is the scratches. Several angry claw marks are embedded in the wall, scratching up a good number of the sketches that line the walls. You look away from the marks and the suspicious stains in them, feeling sick, to see a few things on the bedside table.

There is a journal, several tape cassettes, and a video camera. The latter two make you blink. Due to the people you encountered, you had thought modern technology wasn’t a thing here. You pick up the video camera, pressing POWER. It still has some charge left. You pull up the last videos, flicking through the first one.

You pressed PLAY.

The camera is covered by a hand, a sigh heard. Then the hand moves away, revealing a girl. She’s pretty, with curly dark curls and freckles covering tanned skin. She’s wearing overalls over an orange sweater, a few hairclips pinning her hair out of her eyes. She looks tired, covered in dust and a few scratches. Behind her is the dusty house with a fire roaring in the fireplace.

“Um, hey. For those who find this, my name is Mary Arden Ayres or MA. And...I’m stuck here for the time being and I have a few warnings. If you find yourself in the Woods, don’t give up and find some way out.” She pulls out a hairclip to restick in. “And, if you have kids...don’t move to Sunshine, OR. Don’t let the name fool you. Just turn around and find somewhere else to live!” Her voice has become frantic. She pauses, looks aways and coughs into her hand. After a minute, she plasters on a fake grin before clapping her hands together. “So, Day 1!”

She moves out of the camera’s view. A few minutes, the camera moves upwards and then scans across the room. “It feels weird since Mabel’s dead now, but people here freak out when you mention her. Although I think that Audrey girl was freaking out for a different reason…” 

There was a moment of silence before the view shakes and then steadies. “Anyway! The house is a little dusty, but I can manage until I find a way home. It’s full of preserved food and I know there’s a market nearby...that I can try to figure out. Otherwise, Granny taught me how to cook different plants. So, I’m good at food.”

The camera moves to reveal MA’s bright grin.

“So, that’s all for now! See you guys tomorrow.”

The camera goes dark.

[obsidian-sphere]

Dusty Ayres and his Battle Birds

[nanas-45]

Sky Heroes and Villains: The Story of Battle Birds

The Rise and Fall of Battle Birds

Battle Birds was a pioneering American pulp magazine focusing on air warfare. Launched by Popular Publications at the end of 1932, it initially catered to aviation enthusiasts with its thrilling tales of aerial combat. The magazine’s early success was part of a broader trend spurred by Charles Lindbergh's historic transatlantic flight, which ignited public fascination with aviation.

In 1934, facing sluggish sales, the magazine underwent a major transformation. It was rebranded as Dusty Ayres and His Battle Birds, with Robert Sidney Bowen taking over as the lead writer. Bowen, an established pulp author, introduced a futuristic twist to the magazine’s narrative. Set in a future where the United States battles a menacing Asian empire known as the Black Invaders, the series featured the heroic pilot Dusty Ayres and his trusty squadron as they defended the nation against formidable foes.

The Dusty Ayres Era

The relaunch brought a fresh approach to the pulp genre. Bowen's stories, marked by their unique setting and imaginative plots, included a memorable villain, Fire Eyes, who wore a distinctive green mask emitting sparks of fire. Despite the innovation, the magazine's revised format did not sustain its readership, leading to its cessation after a brief but eventful run. The final novel, an unusual move for pulp fiction, saw Ayres triumph over the Black Invaders, wrapping up the series on a conclusive note.

Dusty Ayres and His Battle Birds was well-received but struggled with limited appeal, causing it to fold after just over a year. Pulp historians offer varied explanations: some attribute the magazine’s end to its constrained setting, while others point to disappointing sales figures. Notably, the magazine featured a letter column and a design competition called "Planes of Tomorrow," showcasing its innovative spirit.

Revival and Artistic Legacy

In 1940, Battle Birds was revived under its original title. This second iteration ran until 1944, continuing the legacy of air-war fiction. During both its runs, the magazine's covers were crafted by Frederick Blakeslee, renowned for his accurate and dynamic depictions of aircraft. Blakeslee’s artwork not only captured the excitement of aerial battles but also offered a glimpse into future aviation, particularly notable in the wartime covers that reflected real-world events.

Publication Details

The magazine’s publication history reflects its shifting focus and popularity. Initially a monthly, Battle Birds was published from December 1932 to July 1934. After the rebranding to Dusty Ayres, it continued monthly until August 1935, with the final issues transitioning to a bimonthly schedule. After a hiatus, the magazine returned as Battle Birds in February 1940, running bimonthly until its final issue in May 1944. Over the years, it saw changes in format and pricing, but its commitment to exciting air-war narratives remained a constant.

In Summary

Battle Birds and its alter ego, Dusty Ayres and His Battle Birds, left an indelible mark on the pulp genre with their imaginative stories and striking cover art. The magazine’s evolution reflects the dynamic nature of pulp fiction and its ability to capture the zeitgeist of its era. Whether through futuristic battles or historical reflections, Battle Birds remains a fascinating chapter in the annals of pulp magazine history

[twinsimskeletons]

“Heard anything about Adam?” He asked only so she wouldn’t bring it up first, and wasn’t surprised when she nodded and settled down onto his freshly made bed.

“His mum said he’s acting more like himself and he’s gone to stay with her sister in Aberdeen.” She fiddled with the hem of her top but when he patted the bed, she acquiesced and sat crossed legged in front of him. “He’s, um, human again?”

“I guess. Law said it’d been sorted.” Ayr lay back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, spying a dusty cobweb that had been there long enough to make the corner of his room look singed. “What’s up?”

Cara worried at her lip. She reached out to twine her fingers through his with a hesitation that he ignored. “I thought we could go for a walk.”

Ayr made a show of groaning. “Effort!”

“You’ve just cleaned your whole room,” Cara pointed out.

“Exactly. I deserve a break.”

“I wish I’d never met Adam,” she confessed.

Ayr groaned. “C’mon, don’t mention him when I’m trying to seduce you.”

[bongaboi]

Richmond: 2019 AFL Premiers

RICHMOND waited 37 long years for premiership success.

It now has two flags in three seasons.

The 'Dimma Dynasty' started on a sunny Saturday afternoon at the MCG. It was just as invigorating and exciting two years on, as Damien Hardwick's remarkable group brushed aside Grand Final rookies Greater Western Sydney on its way to an emphatic 89-point win.

The Tigers tackled, harassed and drove forward with the relentlessness they have become renowned for throughout their three years of dominance, inspired by an unstoppable mix of genius coaching, tremendous individual talent and astonishing team cohesion.

Richmond's 17.12 (114) to 3.7 (25) Grand Final victory was the product of that combination – a demonstration of all that has made it the best team of 2019.

Hardwick thwarted his opposite number Leon Cameron, particularly in an outstanding second-quarter display where the Tigers completely overwhelmed the Giants in all areas of the ground to kick five unanswered goals and lay the foundations for their emphatic win.

He also had the players to execute his vision.

Dustin Martin, once again, was sublime. Whether it was in the midfield, where he collected 22 disposals and three clearances, or forward, where he slotted four goals and had eight score involvements, he was the game's most influential figure.

DUSTY'S DOUBLE Martin in elite company with second Norm Smith

A second Norm Smith Medal – making him just the fourth player to be a dual winner of the award behind Gary Ayres, Andrew McLeod and Luke Hodge – was just reward for his stunning display, as the Richmond favourite etched his name in the record books.

Jack Riewoldt and Tom Lynch – the League's most dominant forward duo – combined for seven goals. Riewoldt had three in the second quarter alone and finished with five for the match, while Lynch was a constant presence to haul down seven big marks.

Bachar Houli (26 disposals) and Dion Prestia (22 disposals) were their prolific selves, while Shane Edwards, Kane Lambert and Nick Vlastuin were also typically consistent.

Then there was the Grand Final debutant, Marlion Pickett. One game, one flag.

The 27-year-old was lively, involved and, at times, special. He repaid Hardwick's faith and then some, finishing with 22 disposals, eight inside 50s, nine score involvements and a maiden AFL goal on an unforgettable afternoon for the club's boom recruit.

But the manner in which they were able to showcase their individual flair, without ever straying from Hardwick's methodical and trained system, was evident from the outset.

In fact, it helped stamp their authority on the contest.

While the Giants had become renowned for their pressure throughout September, it was the Tigers who were turning the tables throughout the opening stages on Saturday.

They hunted in packs, chased relentlessly and tackled as though their lives depended on it.

The only problem was, they couldn't take advantage of their dominance.

Richmond kicked three behinds from its first 10 entries to start the match, allowing GWS to regain some composure and resulting in a nervous period of flux for both sides.

Turnovers and lamentable mistakes became the order of the day, until Jeremy Cameron flushed a shot from beyond 50m for the game's first goal – 21 minutes into the match.

All of a sudden, the Tigers needed a spark. Enter Martin.

Pushed deep forward, he wriggled clear of Heath Shaw, marked strongly and bent his shot around the corner to eventually get the yellow and black faithful back on their feet.

Daniel Rioli followed it with a bomb on the buzzer and the momentum carried Richmond into the break and beyond, as the Tigers stormed away with the contest.

Pickett was blind-turning tacklers, Jason Castagna was leaping above defenders, Riewoldt was bending them around corners and Dusty was just being Dusty.

The result was a 35-point lead in a flash by half-time.

Each Tiger goal – all five of them, kicked one after the other – was met with exceedingly raucous cheers, as the Punt Road end celebrated what was quickly becoming inevitable.

The Giants went some way to stemming the bleeding by the break. However, in reality, they quite simply couldn't lay a glove on the Tigers. They were held goalless for the entirety of the second quarter, as a disaster unfolded in front of them.

But if they thought the main change would end the nightmare, they were wrong.

Lynch added the first of the second half, before Martin snapped another from deep inside the boundary. The third was the cream on top of a yellow and black cake.

Martin delivered to Pickett, who slotted his first goal in senior footy in typically calm fashion. All 18 Richmond players on the field immediately swarmed the debutant.

THE MOMENT Debutant's maiden goal hands Tigers a Hollywood ending

Pickett adds to the perfect story It became a training drill for the Tigers, who ultimately booted 11 straight goals – the large majority of which were slotted under very little pressure – before the Giants responded.

But the response was tame, to say the least.

TEN THINGS WE LEARNED GWS decision backfires, Tiger courage rewarded

While youngster Tim Taranto (30 disposals, seven tackles) fought hard all day and veteran Shaw (29 disposals, 14 marks) was tireless, it was unsurprisingly not enough.

And with a 62-point deficit at three-quarter time, there was little left to play for late.

Instead, it became a Richmond party, as players lined up for their shot at goal. They added five more in the final term, with captain Trent Cotchin's – delivered from beyond 50m out after a couple of bounces – resulting in perhaps the biggest cheer of the afternoon.

Captain Cotch joins the Tigers' party The final siren mirrored that joy, sparking yet more wild scenes of Richmond celebrations.

Once a rarity, September success now seems like a regular Tiger occurrence.

RICHMOND                                2.3     7.5     12.9     17.12     (114) GREATER WESTERN SYDNEY     1.2     1.6     2.7     3.7     (25)

GOALS Richmond: Riewoldt 5, Martin 4, Lynch 2, Rioli, Soldo, Pickett, Lambert, Bolton, Cotchin Greater Western Sydney: Cameron, Hopper, Himmelberg

BEST Richmond: Martin, Riewoldt, Prestia, Pickett, Edwards, Vlastuin, Houli Greater Western Sydney: Taranto, Shaw, Haynes, Hopper, Williams

NORM SMITH MEDAL VOTING 15 - Dustin Martin, Richmond - 33333 6 - Bachar Houli, Richmond - 222 4 - Marlion Pickett, Richmond - 211 3 - Jack Riewoldt, Richmond - 111 2 - Dion Prestia, Richmond - 2

Judges voting (3, 2, 1) Alastair Lynch (Chair) - D. Martin, B. Houli, J. Riewoldt Chris Johnson - D. Martin, D. Prestia, J. Riewoldt Matthew Lloyd - D. Martin, B. Houli, M. Pickett Bruce McAvaney - D. Martin, B. Houli, M. Pickett Angela Pippos - D. Martin, M. Pickett, J. Riewoldt

INJURIES Richmond: Nil Greater Western Sydney: Nil

Reports: Nil

Umpires: Stevic, Ryan, Chamberlain

Official crowd: 100,014 at the MCG

Richmond's 12 VFL/AFL premierships, ranked by winning margin SEASON GRAND FINAL MARGIN NORM SMITH MEDALLIST 2019 Richmond 17.12 (114) d Greater Western Sydney 3.7 (25) 89 points Dustin Martin (Rich) 1980 Richmond 23.21 (159) d Collingwood 9.24 (78) 81 points Kevin Bartlett (Rich) 2017 Richmond 16.12 (108) d Adelaide 8.12 (60) 48 points Dustin Martin (Rich) 1974 Richmond 18.20 (128) d North Melbourne 13.9 (87) 41 points Kevin Sheedy (Rich)* 1934 Richmond 19.14 (128) d South Melbourne 12.17 (89) 39 points - 1969 Richmond 12.13 (85) d Carlton 8.12 (60) 25 points Michael Green (Rich)* 1973 Richmond 16.20 (106) d Carlton 12.14 (86) 20 points Kevin Bartlett (Rich)* 1920 Richmond 7.10 (52) d Collingwood 5.5 (35) 17 points - 1932 Richmond 13.14 (92) d Carlton 12.11 (83) 9 points - 1967 Richmond 16.18 (114) d Geelong 15.15 (105) 9 points Bill Goggin (Geel)* 1921 Richmond 5.6 (36) d Carlton 4.8 (32) 4 points - *Voted best and fairest before the Norm Smith Medal was presented from 1979

[orinthered]

answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

thank u @paulsons for my life

nicknames : sho, mint, shomorashi if you want to be a fiend

zodiac : aries sun! capricorn moon!

height : i can never remember if i’m 5′8 or 5′9

time : 5:46 am. i’m mountain time!

favourite band / artist : uhh frankly it changes so often, but rn it’s honne / mac ayres

song stuck in my head : be like you, whethan ft. broods

last movie i saw : can’t remember, it was probably the handmaiden

last thing i googled : “butterfly effect director’s cut” (i was watching northernlion and he brought it up and i was kinda ‘what the fuck? what the Fuck?’)

other blogs : i have a lot! this one, my art blog, three roleplay blogs, eight sideblogs, and one backburner, spread out across five emails

do i get asks : nope

why did i choose this username : morrigan is a maleficar and i wanted a name that references her even if only slightly

following : i follow 321 people! i need to clear out inactives though, i haven’t done it since i made my blog

average amount of sleep : yes (it fluctuates but usually 4-5 hours)

what i’m wearing : mismatched pajamas bc i’m a mess

dream job : video game concept artist!

dream trip : i’d like to go to the philippines again

favourite food : i’ve really been diggin chicken + rice as of late

play any instruments : piano, flute, and i used to play drums

hair colour: black

languages you speak : english, french

most iconic song : i haven’t listened to a lot of classics but pop/stars is one of THE most iconic songs of 2018 teebeeaytch

random fact : i have a really bad habit of buying things and then never opening them

describe yourself as aesthetic things : abandoned buildings reclaimed by nature, the gentle filtering of sunlight onto a dusty piano, the unsure brushing of hands between two women.

i’ll tag @catebelivet, @awomanontheverge and @symphonyofader, and only if you want! if you see it and wanna do it, consider yourself tagged <3

[androgynousbirdtale]

IC 5146: The Cocoon Nebula

Inside the Cocoon Nebula is a newly developing cluster of stars. Cataloged as IC 5146, the beautiful nebula is nearly 15 light-years wide. Climbing high in northern summer night skies, it's located some 4,000 light years away toward the constellation Cygnus the Swan. Like other star forming regions, it stands out in red, glowing, hydrogen gas excited by young, hot stars, and dust-reflected starlight at the edge of an otherwise invisible molecular cloud. In fact, the bright star found near the center of this nebula is likely only a few hundred thousand years old, powering the nebular glow as it clears out a cavity in the molecular cloud's star forming dust and gas. A 29 hour long integration with a small telescope from Ayr, Ontario, Canada resulted in this exceptionally deep color view tracing tantalizing features within and surrounding the dusty stellar nursery.

Image Copyright: David Jenkins