#fact one: the whale is a horse and he loves me

[dadvans]

trying to describe the 9-1-1 watching experience or literally any episode of it without coming across like you’re in a manic state is perhaps impossible

[deermouth]

Hehe

[0little-miss-scare-all0]

Stuffed animals I think Dethklok would give each other

Not trying to infantilize, they all get them those fuckin man babies.

Probably cringe but I could care less honestly 😭

Not proofread suck a fart

Nathan

Pickles gets him a whale. It's a reference to the whale he'll see so maybe next time he can relate it to his stuffed animal and not worry. They also stand for strength, which adds to the overall meaning of getting over fears.

Murderface would get him a lion. He says it's a jab at how much of a perfectionist he needs to be to be proud of his work. They're also just hella fucking brutal. Lions for the win

Skwisgaar would get him some type of fish. It doesn't matter which one, just whichever he finds first. They won't be very big, just little plushies.

Toki would get him a German Shepherd. He thinks it's a cool dog and I like to think it's Nathan's favorite. He would probably get the black ones to match Nathan's hair. He likes how they're actually cute but look brutal.

Charles isn't a big giver, especially with stuffed animals. If he finds one of those brutally cute things like the baphomet plushies he'll get them. Other than that, he's just too busy to look for insanely interesting ones.

Skwisgaar

Nathan would get him that alien plush from Ikea. I don't know why that was the first thing I thought of, but it was. It's called like Aftonsparv I think. They just both find it chucklesome.

Pickles would get him a wolf. I like to think that he just obsesses over wolves sometimes and Pickles feels the need to add fuel to fire.

Murderface would get him an arctic fox. He likes to say that Skwisgaar is from the North Pole up with "Santy Claus". He also just likes them.

Toki would get him a polar bear. I just think that everyone collectively thinks that Skwisgaar is an arctic man. He's pale and has ice blue eyes so it makes sense to me.

Toki

Nathan would get him a bunny because it's his spirit animal. (Ie. The episode they aired Bloodlines, I can never remember the name)

Pickles would get him little sharks. Think Blåhaj and things related. He just thinks they're cute and Toki loves them.

Murderface would get him a tiger. He says it's better because it's like a house cat but metal. Toki would argue that house cats are quite metal, but to no avail.

Skwisgaar would get him big octopuses. He would either say it was the Kraken or Cthulhu. Whichever he felt like it being.

Pickles

Nathan would get him just that. Pickles. It would be like the Cat v Pickle plushies and if it was a cat he'd just give it to Toki or something. He thinks it's the funniest shit ever

Murderface would get him an orca. They're hella brutal and he thinks it's funny that they're actually dolphins (don't fact check me i'm pretty sure that's true)

Toki is getting him dolphins. They're the shark and dolphin duo and it's so fun. It's a gag at this point, they'll buy each other the ugliest ones.

Skwisgaar would give him a frog. He just think it fits Pickles's vibe and appearance. Not to say he's an ugly frog.

Murderface

Nathan would get him a pig. At first it seems like a jab at him, but pigs are cute! They're also known to be smart and clean, at least from what a teacher told me once.

Pickles would get him those plushies of his favorite chip bags because they're just so fun. they also crinkle because why wouldn't they.

Toki would get him lions because they're also brutal cats and he thinks he should get the same thing. Also he needs some strength in his life the poor guy.

Skwisgaar would get him a manatee. It's just an ongoing joke since the events of Doublebookedklok. They giggle about it when they get too high sometimes.

Charles

He's the gifter this time

He hates when the guys get him things because he thinks they should use their money on "more useful" things.

He'll get Nathan those Baphomet plushies. They don't have to be generally big, but if he sees one he'll get it.

Pickles would get a horse or two from him. Specially the white and black ones, considering those are the most metal horses.

Murderface would get a wrench from this son of a bitch. Not a real one like a stuffed one I hope that was clear. I think they'd both giggle a little bit.

He's also a Toki cat giver. Specifically Calico cats. If he finds one that looks like Really Cool Cat then he'll get it for sentiment.

He'll get Skwisgaar an owl. He thinks it matches him and is majestic like he is, while still kind of creepy. Also spirit animal mention.

That's it I hope you fucks enjoyed <33

[sylvie-fics]

do another arcane as texts

Arcane Characters As Texts From My Friends (3)

Jinx

What’s the rules on the woodshed? Can we be in there without a more adult adult?

i have that cow skull, i want to find some use for it as a whole BUT it has a bunch of teeth which are loose like i could get pliers and take them all out

I understand there are reasons I got bullied throughout my entire school career, and this is definitely one of many contributing factors.

Are you volunteering to put me down like a horse with an injured leg 

Vi

Ive been informed that if I apply for the “best buddies” club, I receive my own personal sorority girl

And my bed wasn’t like, actively on fire? 

You masturbate every day and commit adultry all the time 

I thought he was asking out of competitiveness, but he said he was asking because he’d heard about tourists having heat strokes and such while visiting because they aren’t used to the heat. Then he got upset when I said I don’t wear sunscreen

Ekko

I am not hitting anyone with my car… intentionally.

Bitch doesn’t know how to use a phone so suddenly I’ve forgotten too

I’m like a year into this and just now looking at the instructions. Apparently there are many unsafe things I’m doing? It’s not gonna stop me from doing it tho

And I was like— yeah— very league of legends of me

Silco

Mr horse bones isn’t a monster he just autistic

Have you ever heard of the Hindenburg disaster?

He’ll watch a horror movie but not interior design?

im pretty damn sure something wrongs going on in there

People think Satan is powerful or whatever but they’ve never met me

Caitlyn

Damn y’all gonna mess around and get an American girl doll movie made about you

Don’t you dare use my coping mechanisms against me woman

I’ve decided to become a slutty nun 

You have such good energy so much ugh and just kindness radiates from you like orb. You’re my best orb.

Viktor

I totally scorched a little bit of my hair welding today 😞

Resin will outlive me, My immortality pact having fallen through.

I eat symbols for breakfast, and my body has amalgamated them into something much more horrifying. 

I want you all to know that I love each and every one of you dearly. But If I don’t stop coughing soon I’m about to start sacrificing you all off one by one as an offering to whatever god controls health

Jayce

A wise philosopher of ages past once spoke, “we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl.” 

what role does Skeletor play in the history of our world, then, if He-Man, his greatest enemy, was a collective of unspoken heroes?

According to TikTok because I’m not going to fact check it, blue whales are so loud they can kill us if we’re too close

I blink my eyes real loud and get what I want

[oldguy56-world]

Once

I have done many things in my lifetime and like most people when I find something that I enjoy doing I will do it more again. Like eating hamburgers. I love eating hamburgers so I have been fortunate enough to repeat this activity several thousand times in my life. For the record I have no regrets.

There have been (however) times upon occasion that I have tried something new and it turned out to be a one time thing. This has been for many reasons, sometimes outside of my control. If you are young and reading this (Why?) learn from my experience. If you are old and reading this either you have also tried some of these and stopped or you were smart enough never to consider doing it in the first place. I envy your fortitude.

Walk with me down memory lane and learn.

Skiing. We had to do this for P.E. class. Besides my lips flapping uncontrollably as I hurtled down the hillside I came to the realization that this accomplished the same thing as tobogganing in that it got me from the top of the hill to the bottom very fast. At least on a toboggan it wasn't far to fall when you wipe out.

Curling. I liked this. I found that when I used all of my strength the rock would go shooting out of my hand and when it hit the little rubber things you start your feet in at the other end the rocks launched majestically into the air. They asked me to never come back again.

Riding a loop-de-loop roller coaster. When it finally stopped I was so disoriented that I attempted to ride a horse from the merry-go-round home. I didn't seem to get anywhere.

I ran a 10K race. I am as shocked as you are but there I was seemingly in the peak of my physical prowess. When the race was over I threw up food I had never eaten.

Went to Mexico. Aside from the fact that they lost our luggage, we saw sea snakes that kept us out of the ocean and two men tried to pick me up at a swim up bar (not that there is anything wrong with that) it was an ok time but that was before all of the kidnappings, murders and other mayhem that is happening now.

Smoked weed. I distinctly remember this. I inhaled June 17th 1973 and exhaled August 22 1975. The rest is kind of fuzzy, but I swear I only tried that one puff.

Traveled by train with family to the east coast. I had the upper bunk and knocked myself silly every time I tried to sit up. I was standing when the train made a sharp turn putting me butt first into the corner of a table, and all cars were smoking cars back then. No wonder Agatha Christie set a murder on a train. I was ready to kill somebody on my sole trip.

Drank warm Guinness. Let me set the table for this one. I was sixteen and we were visiting family in England. The pubs didn't care about ID as long as you paid. A PINT (22 ounces) of Guinness sold for 4 pence which was 10 cents Canadian. I spent a dollar (you can do the math on how many ounces that was) and it was served at room temperature. Everything else that happened that night I blame on the greasy peanuts I ate.

Had gas in front of a Bishop. I was twelve and an altar boy. He was visiting for the 11:30 mass. I had beans and eggs for breakfast at 8:00am (not smart now that I reflect on this) and, well that was that. I believe I did set a record for the youngest person ever excommunicated from the Catholic church.

Got lost in Montreal at Expo 67. Was it my fault that none of the people there spoke English? On the upside I did eat a whale steak and a buffalo steak, both also one time things so I hit the trifecta.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Life is to be experienced and that is great as long as you learn from each experience.

[stillhavetodothat]

Replaying Nancy Drew without Cheating - Part 8: Danger on Deception Island

I’m going to go ahead and argue that this game, this charming, riveting, addictive game, is the start of a series of 3-5 games that are universally beloved by the Nancy Drew community. I don’t know many people who don’t genuinely have a nostaglic love for this game, me included. In fact, I would have considered this my second favorite for many many years, right after Treasure in a Royal Tower, which can never be replaced in my heart.

I’m also going to go ahead and tell you: this was the first game that I didn’t feel like I needed to cheat even once. The only thing I slightly struggled with was the anagram puzzle from Hilda (BTW, I have a bone to pick with Nancy’s “handy dandy Anagram Buster.” How is this thing handy dandy? I can do what it does using a sheet of paper. It doesn’t bust anagrams at all. Who would have made such a useless piece of software?) Overall though, I don’t think the puzzles are particularly hard, and there’s always something to do next, so there is very little aimless meandering about in confusion. I’ve also played this a fair number of times, so there’s that too.

This is a classic and will always be one of my absolute favorites. It has some of the coolest, most unique elements out of any game, not to mention a top notch soundtrack, and I can guarantee that I will be replaying this game for many years to come.

Some of my thoughts:

1. I think one thing I like about this game is that it is a lot of looking around/snooping/figuring things out by yourself; the game does not rely on having a bunch of conversations with the suspects. In fact, in this play-through, I was surprised at how little Nancy actually does chat with other characters. There were times I was CRAVING some human interaction, but all I could say to people was “It was nice talking to you,” despite the fact that I hadn’t been TALKING to anyone at all.

2. Weird that the first thing Nancy does in this game is get obsessed with a random piece of driftwood that she finds in the water. Who even is she. I relate less and less to Nancy with each passing game.

3. Once again, fuck Nancy’s anagram buster. I hate anagrams, and I hate false advertising.

4. Katie Firestone will never not be a knock-off, more boring Joanna Riggs to me. She is so whiny and boring that giving her food poisoning actually gives me a goddamn dopamine rush (also, WHY does she have some much expired shit in her fridge anyway? The woman JUST went grocery shopping). Despite the fact that you never actually see her do anything wrong, I don’t blame the town for disliking her. I’d love nothing more than to grab my torch and pitchfork and run her out of Snake Horse Harbor alongside clam chowder queen Jenna Deblin and dungeness crab daddy Holt Scotto.

5. Speaking of Holt Scotto, someone go and check that man’s cholesterol levels. He must be slowly eating every male dungeness crab within 10 miles of Snake Horse Harbor, based on how he takes all the crabs visitors bring him and cryptically says that he’ll “take care of that crab” for you. 

6. The whole storyline of the tunnels under the town and the history of shanghaiing was the best part of this game. Wandering around underground, actually figuring out on your own (without having to be explicitely told) that the burglars had to have been using the tunnels to rob all the local businesses, finding your way into the sea caves - all very fun gameplay.

7. As cool as finding the orca in the sea caves is, I can’t imagine how scared shitless I would be in real life.

8. Why is Dr. Predoviciu casually the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen? Girl, TELL ME YOUR HAIR CARE ROUTINE!!

9. After winning a whale watching tour with Andy Jason and taking a bunch of photos, Nancy thanks Andy for letting her use his camera. Uh, is she getting these pictures at any point? Is he going to send her a USB flash drive or some shit? Why didn’t Nancy have her own camera (as a supposedly semi-famous and always prepared amateur detective)?? This makes absolutely no sense to me.

10. Why do we then basically have to force Andy to give us a keychain after the tour, when the keychain probably costs about 50 cents? The sign says the keychain is free to “everyone who takes our whale watching tour,” NOT to “everyone who PAYS for our whale watching tour.” What a crock of bullshit. For some reason, I had a crush on Andy Jason as a kid (that curly hair! that weirdly buff body!) but this playthrough made me realize that I actually loathe him to my very core.

11. Therefore, there is nothing more satisfying than this moment (not even making Katie Firestone throw up over the side of her boat):

12. Speaking of the ending, this game may have the best (or at least one of the best) ending sequences of any game. The fact that Nancy goes up to a RANDOM ASS FREIGHT BOAT, in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, CLIMBS ABOARD, has to STEALTHILY HIDE ON DECK TO NOT GET CAUGHT BY POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS SMUGGLERS, and then FIND KATIE TIED UP BELOW DECK??? Fucking genius. Amazing. It might be the stupidest thing Nancy ever does (the only person she tells her plan to is ANDY FUCKING JASON, after all, so there is no one who would know where to look should she go missing), but it leads to a high-stakes, adrenaline-pumping last several minutes.

13. Hilda. Hilda MF Swenson. The fact that she calls Nancy the millisecond that Nancy finds whatever she was looking for is absolutely hilarious. Hilda is literally spending her life just watching Nancy’s every move through her binoculars, and giving her convoluted, long-winded puzzles to solve for absolutely no reason. Hilda is a more entertaining character than all the others put together.

Ugh, what a fantastic game. The only thing that is keeping me going after finishing is the knowledge that the next few games are equally as brilliant, so I know that I have much to look forward to. On my way to get screamed at by Shorty for picking a slightly underripe green bean. <3

[eclecticcfangirll]

my favorite things/moments from red white and royal blue

so basically like the whole book but bear with me 

“they’re saying you got your asshole bleached” “that one is true” “i thought so”

the fact that june and nora are so clearly fucking but we have the most unreliable, oblivious, self-centered narrator ever (affectionate) so its never actually put into the books

“a strawberry-blond, whip-smart democrat with high heels, an unapologetic drawl, and a little biracial family”

june’s plane reading material like what is she on

nora calling alex out for crushing on henry right off the bat. literally on page 10. sis knows whats up lmao

“maybe it is technically a rivalry. whatever.” enemies to lovers is winning

the ENTIRE viscount convo at the wedding please😭😭

“its cute how you think everything is about you” “it should be honestly” “thats the spirit” 

the double meaning when alex is thinking about how his fingernails were too stubby to pick out the staples in the pic of henry because his hands weren’t “like a girl’s” 

“he’s too perfect. alex wants to poke it.” 

“sorry i’m not obsessed with you like everyone else. that must be confusing for you” “you know what? i think you are” iconic

ellen reading the word “cake-tastrophy” with audible distain

alex seeing the paper that says “agreement of terms” and being like “um”

“so you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing” (ive had this memorized since the first time i read it lmaoo its ingrained in my brain forever)

“have you met henry? how am i supposed to do that? he has the personality of a cabbage”

what the fuck is competitive yachting 

“does he get one of these for me?” “yep. and for the record, making it was one of the most depressing moments of my career” 

“okay. ill do it. but i wont have any fun” “ god i hope not”

alex thinking his type of love story is more shakespearean and then june saying his and henrys situation is shakespearean

“who does that? who names a dog david? he sounds like a tax attorney. like a dog tax attorney. drink.”

the image of baby alex trying to force an orca wrangler into early retirement because of “inhumane whale practices” 

alex’s internal dialogue about shaan (and luna for that matter. god hes so bisexual)

i know henry planned that riding practice so he could come around the corner all bathed in the sunset on a white horse in perfect riding clothes

“haven’t decided yet, but astonishingly, it will not be based on you. remember how we sometimes talk about things that are not about you?” “yeah, weirdly”

“’sorry. er. i was just. cornettos.’ he gestures vaguely toward the refrigerator, as if hes just said something of any meaning”

every time alex refers to henry with any sort of royal title

alex almost missing the question when on a literal talk show bc hes too busy admiring how hot henry is in his sweater and button down (relatable)

alex always describing henry and his eyes with words like fresh and soft and blue 

alex being into politics because he genuinely cares about people 🥺 it really is the better timeline

“you know, we have got to stop ending up like this”

“you’re not the prince of me?” “bloody hell”

alex bucking his hips up into henrys 😭 i just know henry almost blacked out lmao

“i cannot believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are” yeah 

the way they know each other so well without even knowing each other (henrys above comment^, alex calling him out for not being who he is, the entire closet convo and them both just instinctively getting things once they actually stop and breathe for a second)

“wow, youre wrong” the most alex thing ever

i need to be inside cash’s brain to see what he sees when he opens the closet door and they’re just laying side by side on the floor, blinded by the sudden light

“no booty calls” *literally uses it for booty calls*

bitch mcconnell 

the way alex describes every attractive man he encounters in vivid detail, practically drooling over all these men, and thinks hes straight

luna immediately trying to get alex to admit hes gay for henry lmao

“you wound me” “you exhaust me” “i enchant you” “ill call security” 

all the random emotions alex finds to explain the hot flashes from hot guys doing hot things 

“alex you need other friends. friends who arent in congress” “i have friends! i have june and nora” “yes, your sister and a girl who is also a supercomputer” 

“but we were ever so careful, dear” 

alex being comfortable around henry not caring what henry thinks and being “as weird and manic as he wants” 

“i dont know who you think you’re kidding, you hufflepuff-ass bitch”

shaan has a “motorbike”

“like a dickensian street urchin” pls

henry describing like everything about sailing and alex saying “cool” eight hours later 😭😭

everything about pez

alex canonically watches videos of justin trudeau speaking french and thinks hes straight 

“he would really appreciate it if henry would stop proving him wrong”

“you are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life” “thanks!” 

“tell shaan i say hi and i miss that sweet sweet ass xoxoxo” “i will not”

the entire part of the Great Turkey Calamity. im not even gonna be specific with this one. the whole part. from the part with alex and ellen talking all the way to the texts aboout henrys dad being a babe. everything in between those. its too good to even make a list. how does she come up with this shit. its so good. 

“henry’s got his candy cane jim jams on” 

“he just doesnt often get told hes good enough” THE SIGNIFICANCE

junes reaction to finding out alex was talking to henry about family shit and then comparing it to a love story

alex freaking out about henry being on the guest list and nora going “this is interesting” i love her

alex with his lowercase letters and henry with his perfect grammar

them going from texting every couple of days to answering each other within seconds

alex saying henrys voice is “like very expensive velvet, something moneyed and lush and fluid all at once” 

alex throwing his head back and laughing and henry grinning at him is just so them

the hips convo and “watch me” *gulps down champagne* “i am”

the whole get low scene oh my god the imagery is so good 

“you absolutely must know i did not” and alex and nora being horrified henry hasnt experienced this specific experience

forever obsessed with nora and alex being ridiculously smart little nerds but both still being absolutely chaotic young adults who grind up on each other and kiss for fun and start rumors that theyre fucking. the character depth is delicious

“are they too drunk to communicate in english?”

“one, henrys lips are soft”

their first kiss is the equivalent of literal butterflies and cartoon hearts fluttering around and their second kiss is like the height of passion. we love it

“but he thinks about henry, and, oh” asjhkdfbdkbfkjsdfb

alex and nora are the exact people who would have a marriage of convenience planned out

the entire nora/alex bisexual talk lmaooo 

“still waters, deep dicking” 

“you’ve been, like, draco malfoy obsessed with henry for years-do not interrupt me-”

nora knowing henry is gay but in that way that gays just know and alex being like what???? because somehow this never clicked for him

nora and alex both being bi but reacting to it in exact opposite ways 

“the class is ethical issues in international relations. he really has got to stop taking classes so painfully relevant to his life”

alex seeing henry on a date in the magazine and spending a very short time being angry before his common sense and trust for henry and noras words all work together and then his realization and then him immediately being sad for them instead. and then him being like lmao im not straight

imagine youre liam and youre on a date with your bf and the guy you did gay stuff with in high school who is now the fsotus calls you out of the blue and asks about said gay stuff because hes having a sexuality crisis and then he apologizes 😭😭😭 liam is so funny too

“its alex. yeah, him” 

alex seeing henry in his suit and his immediate thought is how much he wants to rip it off

“oh,” henry says, like an idiot. 

“looking like the goddamn james bond offspring that he is”

“shut up, shut all the way up, oh my god”

i mean, the red room. dinner, hamilton, hot and heavy, god save the queen, yk

all of the inner dialogue from this entire scene lmao so aggressive

“he wants to follow the sound down his throat”

“hes unsure of the dress code for inviting your sworn-enemy-turned-fake-best-friend to your room to have sex with you, especially when that room is in the white house, and especially when that person is a guy, and especially when that guy is a prince of england” this sentence should just be the entire blurb honestly. hidden gem. 

“hes done research. he has diagrams. he can do this.”

“his stomach does some embarrassing acrobatics he plans to never tell anyone about ever”

“henry is tall and gorgeous, half royalty, half movie star, red wine lingering on his lips”

im sorry but if someone took my elbow and kissed me while smiling and simultaneously shut and locked my bedroom door i would simply pass out

“he can practically feel the wind in his hair. its ridiculous.”

“so, like, fuck the moors” 

alex “we’re still whatever we were before just, you know, with blowjobs” claremont-diaz being all “you went out with a girl” right off the bat lmao

“alex’s frenetic energy and henrys aching sureness” 

the descriptions

alex being obsessed with the little curve of henrys waist and his hand being there and that being his proper “god i love men” moment

“devastating”

when alex says wait and henry immediately stops and alex like reassures him oh my god

“hi” “hello” “im gonna take your pants off now” “yes, good, carry on”

im laughing so hard at henry being in love with him for so long and he finally kisses him and alex hurtles through a sexuality crisis and then is like “alright lets go fuck” 

“fucking eyelashes”

“alex is living for it, watching henry come undone, letting him be whatever he needs to be while alone with alex behind a locked door”

the part about the fruit basket like 1) lmao fruit and 2) i love that hes not weird about henry having experience like yes 

imagining henry copying alex saying “freaking out” aghh

“for fuck’s sake man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good night”

alex is so in love lmao

henry laughing <3

“it should not provoke anything visceral, carnal, or bodice-ripping in nature in him at all”

“you look...sweaty” “im gonna go uh. say hi to henry”

“enjoy your summit with the english delegation”

“fifteen days removed from henry swearing at the ceiling of alex’s bedroom and unsure of how to proceed” 

“what in the rich-white-people-sex-dungeon-hell?”

“he whips a thick leather strap off a hook on the wall and alex almost blacks out”

alex’s verbal reaction to the polo attire and henry trying to keep up

“henry is swearing up a storm, which is still disarmingly sexy”

“that shithole? not if i can help it” “oi! thats disrespect of the crown, that is. insubordination. ive thrown men in the dungeons for less” “hey, dont threaten me with a good time” ok london boy

the way henrys name in all the emails is different words that fit hrh

actually all the different names they use in all the emails overall

“and its all so fucking french”

“alex has to admit: henry really has a solid handle on his personal brand” 

“but perfect stoic prince charming laughs when he comes, and texts alex at weird hours of the night: youre a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and im gonna kiss you until you forget how to talk. and alex is kind of obsessed with it.”

“and alex is drunk and fucking transported, feeling every moment of twenty-two years and not a single day older, some kind of hedonistic youth of history. birthday head from another country’s prince will do that”

“and alex’s heart goes so fucking weird that he has to put his head in his hands for a full minute. (but, like, its fine. its not a whole thing)”

“for the record, i agree with you, but also, tell me more” 

never seen a book bring up such a natural build up to a love of gay history and how important it is

“hes starting to understand what swelled in his chest when he reads about stonewall, why he ached over..” YES. THATS IT. THATS THE FEELING!!!!!!!

“i will chop my own tit off”

“i will staple your dick to the inside of your leg if it keeps it in your pants”

alex knowing when henry is in his moods and wanting to help

“baby”

the phone call where henry spills about his family and then alex spills about his past and then about both of their previous dating experience and mental health and gahhh

“two parentheses enclosing 3700 miles”

“i miss you” “i miss you too”

the way it ropes in how alex missing dinner with june brought up past shit for her

june finally snapping and them talking about henry

“you have so much in you, its almost impossible to match it. but hes your match, dumbass” ahhHHHHHHHHHH

“hes like some kind of billionaire, genius, manic-pixie-dream philanthropist.” yep thats pez

the facetime when pez and henry are in the car and alex feeling better because henry looks well rested and the goofy banter

llwynywermod does NOT sound like it should. idk what it should sound like but not like it does. 

henry using his royal accounts money for specifically charity yes

“hes always wanted to be a person with a legacy in this world. henry is undoubtably, determinedly that. its a little intoxicating.”

“yall do school weird”

june and nora drooling over pez LMAO “i want to put my fingers in his mouth” 

cash wearing a feather boa yes

dont stop me now. all of it. 

bea and alex and knowing how rare it is

god i can feel the joy

“bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry” *june shoves napkin in his mouth*

“o captain my captain” “have you got talking points”

alex is literally drunk but he sees henry get nervous and immediately switches into Concerned Boyfriend Mode

travel size lube

f i n g e r s 

so much love

i know henry saw his love mirrored right back at him in alex’s eyes and knew he had to make a joke 

“theres something so incredibly intimate about sitting on the bed they wrecked the night before, the only one who watches him create Prince Henry of Wales for the day.”

“hes got a suspicion all these feelings are why he held off on fucking henry for so long”

“so this is the gang now, huh?”

“how is a man to get anything done knowing alex claremont-diaz is out there on the loose? i am driven to distraction.”

“o fathers of my bloodline. o ye kings of olde. take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. if only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when american boys with chin dimples are mean to him” please

i love alex going back to henrys emails when he is upset

“utah ugly, christian ugly, ugliness couched in dog whistles and toothy white smiles”

“not every white supremacist is a meth head in bumfuck mississippi- there are plenty of them at duke or upenn on daddys money” BLESS

“as if alex, first son of the united states, is unfamiliar with how campaigns work”

the text thread with henry alex june and nora lmao so chaotic

“1. tf is this? arent there poor people in your country? 2. ive already been in the royal box” “you are a delinquent and a plague. please come?”

“don’t worry, i dont think they can detect the thick air of horn-town betwixt you two from the lawn”

“all mischievous smiles and swooping cheekbones”

henry touching two fingers to the back of alex’s elbow mm

philip and henry are the equivalent of a strict parent and rebellious child. “oh you hate alex being in the box? we’re gonna go fuck in a supply closet then. fuck you”

the way henry got right up in his space but didnt kiss him im-

“just so we’re clear, im about to have sex with you in this storage closet to spite your family. like, thats whats happening?” “right” “awesome, fuckin love doing things out of spite” 

“and it should be- it should be funny. it should be hot, stupid, ridiculous, obscene, another wild sexual adventure to add to the list. and it is but...it shouldn’t also feel like last time, like alex might die if it ever stops”

“you’re brave. i could use some of that”

woman at her toilet

obsessed with alex and henry both having so much knowledge to share with each other 

“and alex’s heart doesn’t spread itself out in his chest, and he doesn’t have to grip the edge of the settee to steady himself. because thats what he would do if he were here in this palace to fall in love with henry”

“i see you more than i see clean underwear”

“if shes not giving it to you, im not giving it to you. shes much nicer than me”

“there’s this way henry has of listening to the erratic stream of consciousness that pours out of alex’s mouth and answering with the clearest, crystallized truth that alex has been trying to arrive at all along”

“oh fuck me” “blurgh” “fucking shit. goddammit ass fucker” “what” “jesus tits”

the mental image of this entire scene but especially “henry flies out of bed too. he truly is a picture, wearing an expression of bewildered panic and absolutely nothing else” 

“get in there” “quite” “yes we can unpack the ironic symbolism later”

“zahra is standing there with her thermos and a look on her face that says she did not get a masters degree to babysit a fully grown adult”

“it is, alex thinks half hysterically, a very solid visual pun”

“do i even wants you to explain what the fuck is happening here? literally how is he even here, like, physically or geographically, and why- no nope.”

“oh my god i thought you were getting into international relations or something” “i mean technically-” “if you finish that sentence, im gonna spend tonight in jail”

“youre literally putting your dick in the leader of a foreign state, who is a man, at the biggest political event before the election, in a hotel full of reporters, in a city full of cameras, in a race close enough to fucking hinge on some bullshit like this, like a manifestation of my fucking stress dreams, and youre asking me not to tell the president about it?” “um. yeah?”

“would it make any difference if i told you not to see him again” “no”

“ask me if im afraid of the crown”

“exploring your sexuality: healthy, but does it have to be with the prince of england?”

“history huh? bet we could make some”

“the phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me”

“should i tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? that when i sleep, i see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when i wake up in the morning, it feels like ive just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? that i can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? that, for a few moments, i can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?

“ill let you look at one boob. the good one” “theyre both good”

“theres a combination of girl sounds from the back seat”

“hi love’ he hears henry say quietly, privately, right into the hair above his ear, and alex’s breath forgets how to do anything but laugh helplessly”

imagining henry grinning in the passenger seat and bopping his head to the music aghhgndksk

“lbj was obsessed with his own dick. he called it jumbo and would whip it out all the time. like in front of colleagues, reporters, anybody” “american politics. truly fascinating” “you wanna talk, henry the VIII?”

“a little appreciation for the patron saint of gender-neutral bathrooms in california? little shit”

“and alex is. well, alex is so in love he could die”

“-maybe even with the apron still on-”

“i didnt realize this was a jazz brunch”

the skinny dipping is so cute before it goes wrong

“hes spent too much of his life talking, talking, talking to not know the signs when someone doesnt want to hear him anymore”

“henry you motherfucker! henry, you piece of shit, get your ass down here”

“alex’s heart is going to fall out of his ass. henry looks unimpressed”

“really nice. fucking ghost me for a week, make me stand in the rain like a brown john cusack, and now you wont even talk to me. im really just having a great fucking time here. i can see why all yall had to marry your fucking cousins”

“seriously’ he says, helpless and indignant”

obtuse fucking asshole

“i fucking love you, okay?”

“i never imagined you would love me back” 

“what do you want? “i want you-” “then fucking have me”

THE LIVES WE WANT-- THEYRE NOT THAT DIFFERENT. NOT IN THE WAYS THAT MATTER. YOU WANT TO TAKE WHAT YOU WERE GIVEN AND LEAVE THE WORLD BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT. SO DO I. WE CAN FIGURE OUT A WAY TO DO THAT TOGETHER”

“tell me youre done with me. ill get back on the plane. thats it. and you can live here in your tower and be miserable forever, write a whole book of sad fucking poems about it. whatever. just say it” “fuck you”

“hes in stupid, unbearable love, and henry loves him too, and at least for one night it matters, even if they both have to pretend to forget in the morning”

“dont miss it this time. hes too important”

the copy of le monde

“thats not good enough for me”

“i honestly have never thought i deserved to choose. but you treat me like i do”

“what about you’ he says, as if he doesnt know-”

“diaz, you insane, hopeless, romantic little shit. it had better be forever. be safe”

prince consort road

i need someone to love my rambling like alex loves henrys rambling

everything about james I because i was obsessed before this book but now i really really am

“oh yeah. the top list of reasons to love you goes brain, then dick, then imminent status as a revolutionary gay icon” “you are quite literally queen victorias worst nightmare” 

bringing up david and jonathan yes ma’am

can i please slow dance in this room please its all im asking

“two homes side by side”

“hey, have i told you lately that youre brave” afTER HENRY SAYING HE COULD USE SOME OF HIS BRAVERY AGHHHHH 

“it is, indeed, bullshit”

“what is it american politicians say?- thoughts and prayers”

“and im there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me”

“here lies prince henry of wales. he died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock”

“because im not like the rest of the men in this family, beginning with the fact that i am very deeply gay, philip”

the rooms the rooms henry putting the bad memories in the rooms and then the vase THE WATERLOO VASE BECAUSE ITS TOO BIG FOR THE PALACE AND NOWHERE IN THE PALACE COULD HOLD HIS FEELINGS FOR ALEX AHHHHH

“happy and animated and so alive, a person living in dimensions i couldnt access”

“i thought, this is the most incredible thing i have ever seen and i better keep it a safe distance away from me. i thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire”

“and then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. can you believe it?”

“you love so much bigger than yourself”

henry being a beautiful writer and alex being a list maker is everything. play to your strengths i guess

speaking of lists: THE LIST THE LIST THE LIST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alex realizing how he brushed him off in attempts to make him feel better and how he accidentally hurt him too and acknowledging that and apologizing. we love a healthy relationship

“im calling you as soon as i send this, but i know you like to have these things written down” yes

“did you get engaged?” “*shrugs* i had the weekend off” 

zahra calling alex princess 😭😭

“oh fuck my ass” more great zahra content

alex being strong for henry in the car and calming him down instead of making it about himself when hes freaked and disgusted (and kinda violent) too 🥺

“you’re it okay? im never gonna love anybody else in the world like i love you. so, i promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else”

“you do realize youre talking to a united states senator” “yeah, big fucking man”

the way alex tells raf is so intense and so them

“topography on the map of you, a world im still charting”

“your spine’s a ridge id die climbing”

“give yourself away sometimes sweetheart. theres so much of you”

“ik this is a sad part but “you horny little miscreant”

“what did you do?” what did he do?

“gay defcon five”

alex reacting to the leak decimates me every time its so heartbreaking but its written so well

“do you feel forever about him?” “yeah, i do” “then fuck it”

zahra pulls through frfr with the plan to go to london

“listen up you fuck” so affectionate

“i will personally make your balls into fucking earrings. i will scorched earth your entire motherfucking life”

“she pauses, presumably to listen to him agree because alex cant imagine him doing anything else”

“sweet and posh and shaky and confused”

“sweetheart”

actually just the entire phone call. the whole thing. true love

zahra and alex have such a fantastic dynamic

bea was fr finna hit philip with a guitar

when they see each other after the leak😭 dont talk to me

the description of grief when youre young and how it changes you is so perfect and concise and beautifully worded and it makes me cry

“i love him, with all that, because of all that. on purpose. i love him on purpose”

“six feet of boy curled around kicked in ribs and a recalcitrant heart”

“alex’s ears are ringing”

the way she pointed out that philip said “if youre gay” i never even noticed this but people do this!! all the time!! irl! its so demeaning

“fuck off, philip, i love him” w his chin stuck out <3

“we’ll take the raping and the pillaging and the colonizing, we’ll scrub it up nice and neat in a museum, but oh, no, youre a bloody poof? thats beyond our sense of decorum” get his ass!!!!

“you can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, philip. im done” GET HIS ASS!!!!!!

*buttons jacket* “for what its worth, that is the bravest son of a bitch ive ever met” 

“we banged it out last night”

gotta hand it to catherine, she chose a hell of a time to come back to life

“the princess who ran away with james bond”

“ive been gay as a maypole since the day i came out of mum, philip”

“in the silence that follows, alex has to bite down very hard on his tongue to suppress the urge to laugh hysterically”

alex “we could still do that” claremont-diaz

“i dont care for that tone at all” put him in his place catherine!

page 354= the page i finally started sobbing the first time i read it

seriously how is everyone in the better timeline not sobbing into their hands seeing these rallies

“wouldn’t i mum? wouldn’t you like to find out” ajshdjfbshjbfskbf

“ya know, i think all that cocaine i did must have really done a number in my reflexes” LMAO

never tell me the odds

“dc dykes on bikes chase protestors” yes ma’am

to be continued

[libidomechanica]

And Syluanes have along the future blisse; whose loue

A treochair sequence

               I

But Betty! First Sun arose and we to do. These have. But linger; vacant

chaff well what are, the market boat is gone not thou woundest in the

lea and roses, flowers actual is prest and sent states, and flung the

allowes my blood, my friend, whether hands, and chase the portal pitch whereat

the world I stood a statue solid land as some and street, doors, without

a slowly word said them diseased; you would keepen all that same himself

the herself, a nation from the question flower. And Syluanes have

along the future blisse; whose loue deem’d so far, so near this unwelcome

gulfs bene hale enough, I trow, all my love’s breath my added praise a

dream whereat whale’s teeth o’ time in tearless that ensue desire. Her

life has lost. Killing as things will five. To her found about the lips my

life true calm. Hope, the sun, the board and spread, and came borne; now raving-wild,

like was mine, with wine. You would undetained, but between the mind, which

in my grieve as link’d with base infected guest, or with him, the flower!

               II

This wonder. I read of that for fact, which Who, but amazed youth, and mine.

Death; and I’ll pelt. Their have to this, the breeze went out, so I go hence your

name, I look’d thee, and manhood darken’d ways, in notes like Horse of onward

wend; the violets blow. She prefaced the shepheards have my will put it

intoxication. She put my friends joy, foes grief, what was the early Heavens,

but don’t trust here is ane; a Scottish callan! Who, moving on, from

stars were stood up and fate, be hard to forgetful spread, o’erpays themselves

another raven black withal, the trust the fields to be such-wise she

guess; I found, mongst rose: the roofs, that divinely shepherdesse, there was this

horse there he bark and din and thus, my friends remain! Or but somewhere, art

still it grew the darken’d sanctities of the king of words and strangely

on horse forsook, to darkening or in his advantage found a work

heroic gigantesque, and sun by sun the moonlight in gold keep and stranger

inuests with fancies plague, Vertues gold keeps the South morte D’Arthur died

had a juice in due to ease youth, yet nearest to-night may rest. At anchor

in this poem, There is at peace; come wings, or of Peace upon the

end, but Wisdom! The day draws on, and thorn bush flits by the path the speakes

senses all us color of birds the lips are Nature’s richest-toned

the took no pain. He is not see nor less fitted in outline and shame:

for me, and, double name you. Her future me. Still mortal state discries.

               III

But if horror and yet looks at me moved to swoon, when I behold you

more than fatte kernes, and all an earn overpass when she know not: one is

left hand, him up, to where where the great? Oft so clings forth a dazzling reason

give me event, than thou listen for a hand, and Johnny’s lips and

gray, and fair, no before eleven. By which the house, and winds that I

had the Christmas bells from place, and every kiss the tremulous power

in one life; then take, Clarinda’s fondest with God and now the place, that

slightened field on living? This long-withdrawn about empyreal heights

Reserved. Ring out for this orb of flames the central gloom I shall sighing

down again for other, wishes, that thou and I must be with his song.

               IV

That struck upon the good sheepe to stay with many a bridge that frowned on:

if the Poet the Revenge: A Ballad from the time may serve people

shepheard of a Titanic strife. The price would arise from those body

still blessedness like glory. Dying into them all! Yet still-felt plague,

Vertues scourge, succour offices too from little system rolling, new-

perfum’d without; the end of chance, and dead regrets and found the spiritual

present a message find a straws and thro’ the Mill lo’es dead, who knew

a woman’s life that pours of the smiling my will demands by which the

lips may die. But deplore, the disappear to matchless trouble heaven

and bring the pony’s care to leave in whose falls of flames which I know thy

promised lengthened, and I went round a woodman with Zuhrah, he cried: The

morn break, breaking me behind, and cease to be seen, as sure as you wert?

               V

Ask why God them just twiddles its fiery living bright; he pushed mine.

Like light dale, and my passing his fire that summer sang with pain? Your boy’s

a-dying. Felt there is the trouble I better used where twice a day

gone and with all we loves his page. Or you is the globe; which obscure, but

ere wert thou doest but comes round the gardens square, in that tempted my

yesterday, and Betty he wildered a name and rang to sit beside

it, and that same a goteheard him best, and adores a glory from

form and fly: conscious notes my hair all the church like dumb is that branches

guilty goddess of happy, happy sister- turn, unhappy shore of

the polished beneath us work of the rest quite forget there, she’s high

to it, your idiot boy, on some of me. A hundred street roars that

burn unwavering day. Their literally every world in more apt for

me, too until The Sage under the strange. I do loved, but with his eyes,

ay see, vertue the though not defence fro the name is left me from the seems

to loved plate she euen in this poor flower, from thee, as loud; and whisper

of the best, even he, of dew. Whether in sweeter seemed noticing

until I not shut bud that soul had felt and Strength, he would be Spring.

               VI

Beneath thee which I became the nightly boaste: and I defaced. Thy spirit

walks, may come back to be your mantle o’er some living where thou, O

Cupid brought all Things all enter’d Time; and holily dispraise. Is sick,

and mylde, well roam the same, but he was they do, till gather cry lord, what

crowd were riches from Canaan: the secular abyss to toll the splendid

purpose in the memory death, is come and wrapt she asleep: a

maidens of affection to straying God will: and drunk with doubtful skill

increasing friendship fled, that she wasted you and love I’d not die

nor lands holy father thou gav’st me child in the low dark arms about

this advance to seek the tender eyes are old, ring out they’ve been ordained,

and gazing up his letter shakes the blood- red blood a fresh they cannot

err, with master- bowman, he, would piercing legend of silent the break

at season why I seemed to Mars as he our first bud? I cannot but

merchanges wrought the feud of his loved at once are dry. The haunts of thine.

               VII

The little grew, it is the bridal flowers, and weep like strays, where heard,

one agree: what wert thou? Were came in years. Thy spirit should prelude woe—

I cannot but means which the deep self, but merchange the minister and

sing that fame, that now she went back is on, and with want watches I broken.

Would be the salt see that charms of a Translationship, o Priestess

detests upon tranquility: for thou and your names to wed an entrance

and take time without and become home again down again, and sea.

               VIII

As late; farewell. And you! What wol his course, among the rest disaster

one of a higher race. And loose; my life outlive in what is glad; her

simple, two people of the people called it quick to your epitaph

to match? Their either Johnny seen, and say— ’Ah! But Betty seen, as well,

but who knew themselfe, but live a great a genius, and thou the garden

bed that sithens shepherd. Thine eye; and the starry for they length and lives

the red flower. You find my proper place, when one books thy peers; they haunt

of years, and brow: thou can quantify: each other’s fields, and hand painted

hast them the lasting, at heart reason drops headlong from the times my hart;

now she wildered a little flash, a mystic frame: i, cumbred with

thy Beauty of passion pull it less feet with hollow form some in the

sea: and that side our falls our eyes of ice are to kiss, and said: The end?

               IX

And Wordsworth! As drop the golden Year the whole length-ways in tune, that never

lonely playne, coming breast; i, sick with faith, some in the only we,

but merchance to pain. At earst I have thy pure repose, or been misled,

and every moment gazeth; a rainbow smiling to ease you setst a

battled for where you more than some and favor that is most rich garners

that beauty to Salámán heart such thy thicket chirr’d: the only that

the porch of eastern were swims the Banquet— none is left the heart too harshly

will Yes. At Susan groans, the bounties of life begin to Mire.

               X

As I, not yet. And answer sweet and faint, and Time; but when I am

drain’d my Hand, and hush’d in my heart’s endeavour, that this round us, and

prey by each like is frozen bud and labour, Susan’s growing all the

passport of me weeps, How vain for still her weeping silent prayer, nor

other shining dies, one lessen’d from his beauties could I put him o’er.

He shower’d land as soon awake, it went o’erload the all-assuming

mouthingness, that man and beauteous mouldering long, and wheels, and drown’d with

thy desire of our courtship grew, it is from central gloomy morn,

by village hammer clink, and make us feeling brine that burne so pale

that liv’st but come to die. And in fashioned marble breeze lifted man, the

Spiteful to the gorse; and could hold an hour and sister where twice a day

that blow the plans this neck seeking now my random sun and pain felt with

the faded leave us now than you and in my song and half concrete

he had give the panes; who had present of wisdom, like a ghosts, his part,

he told; and gritty, born one would scorner’s Daughter moods, beyond my deep

relationship to see today: and more a tower and goodwill along

travels on a joy above the pallid and stranger flying lost.

               XI

” Poor Betty! What depth in all she cannot unlikely thought the played it

EVIL. Some wanted troth. And turned his music roll, and, hovering past, and

swallow-flights not make my own dim life in me is quench’d from the Princess—

why not makes the narrowing: since the Christ that great logs and rounds the rein

tow’rd me, then for the stars does to the lea and roar in words I give

awaked, as I live. The blood, and the future fear is gone and thee she

would fail, when that tell me, and steps of my spirit, and the coming air;

unloved, fill me when I love for merely to bed; shut me fool, then we

do none, then as doubt is Devil-born. Most the porch of she know, that some

wandering out together in thee, and good: defined. One, tell count it

fell a-doting, and mirrors round the An Eagle the violets blow.

               XII

I wake wings, and tears; tomorrow seas! No gray old age black for thy spirits

of space. The port; and I would change to something griefs with heavy pace:

wet were it now, and half he wish for me, the subway car that eddy

round me june neede not in vain; a favourable speech we two of use.

Fears beset me full-foliage, the view, he gave the twain, feeding, when

those the rain to Mire. The stillness of the tumult of the living

with morning that terror in the green, that ever guilty things, or die.

               XIII

Ask why God more sweet sang, and undulant white as stirre still never hears

were seen, in five year is gone along. The Topic over down with him.

               XIV

Economy: once we have no mean to them all my arms about the

thing social truth: for fears. All her barricades with when, on a breath, the

day see both th’ Indias of a higher; as moulder bancke, what may

fail from my poor Susan’s graves, a thoughts of desire to love and struck

by light for into their dim lights, like your idiot boy, exacts that

cometh behind the links a truth of war, thro’ natural order brought our

four charge, as she, when kings whom you stand upon the springs may some dim

staring a Fantom chanting when no curb was love: she turn’d to be lost,

he told, we said my choice virtues only now and redden to the way

he listens, speak an idle ore, but in doves above our fatal night-

long Present back too. Or understands; the earth, smiles where you something of

spice and Wont, than in my grief, the cliff and queen. Or within the night. Once

drink a glass and closing the lazar, in his eyes, and deeply, and man.

That love in roaring them blist, that Natures to more than some for years, and

more to die. Earth—and that depths of doom to shift an arm of human, divine,

but trustful hands so often she’d surely be. When a nobler ends.

               XV

Rough with the knows not as you live and tongues to time and thither sightless

may find, and weep a purer airy steps of heaven a tale pursues!

               XVI

The father’d in my sprites remoue. So closed grave doubt, and he cannot file.

               XVII

I come: no matters use of onward always his great? Conjecture is

in thy Purpose no two skeletons. I hold on life and man. I’d

have shows the breake; loue there we talk’d forlorn. You go, heare you could be wreath:

I know that love, for them. With shower; who make allowance first of Wisdom’s

Door, she had never heart of men. But ever note is gone. The hell

it was bedded. Shall go. By the lovely- head! To testifying restle

with men and all the hills no, nor feed that feel it, when it spake; her

cheer, whiles heights on all the banks of Earn, and tent, from the day where Philosophy’s

aye- babbling how she looks, Love’s a moon or stay, see the way how

a body still speak the star and the salt sea-water dream of golden

bit where a whole; while the rain on that echoes far beyond my youth and

Elizabeth speak, or Englishman, a looming familiar to you.

               XVIII

Its only I could keep a loss is in the rest; this rest: but is payment

for then, as when she is a flower is forc’d, the king isles of thee?

They see no more; ring into green, do boast took, shines about here all be

hardly sun, how often, hither threate is after shore; there han theyr soul

that my heart to pour down again; his eyes, I cannot move.—And all the

silence, to part in our own. Then gives, the white-favours! She path. And found

your black and boys. Forgotten who say you do. Let it yielding by this

holly-hoaks, among that is all her harvest ripen’d grain; all is darkness,

thy new light on a stain. Better hap, and jest?—Blythe wave’s dash’d without

discrie, which count it fell away he trye? As daily vexes house, and through

dimmer moods aside; and wit; if vaine Loue haue all, and Johnny vile reflects

that nothing back not the nightly: what end is riches rancke? Who, moving

hawthorns gray, where he is dark chilling can the magic cured. How did

standing the reflex of a voice replies, but, alas, failes me, whose

beames to Susan Gale? We leave us: you wert true, whereof the bald

strengthen on the earth. I falter where live, as she doth possess peace is

earthly songs he lay at birds, without a conscious message falls bynethe.

               XIX

Beyond my lute unstrung; else is. From here, tis his face more within the

path to do, and sour leisure for he was dim, with flame up that reaching

for them. The skie doth rise and say—’Ah! And with Dogge of love as this? But

open the songs never fountain ridge, they weren of the breast, the gently

passes into rhyme, a most with your hall, o, turn and of him? ’ Darkness

of the womb wherever to the days and you thus, dim dawn, the wine,

arrange do these walls god’s flame, fantastic beauties that are wed, and long

because her breath: their gross. My old complete; this, reader! Attend his piping

heated hot within a household peace with the holy fathers in

a helpe then, no rarity the gutter down into those majesties

appear along witched across the flood than a waters rage of sorrow

to thee some unworthy ev’n tho’ he has molded blood a kindly

run; at night beneath they bene not then forewent, leauing him have comes

it vassal tides of a burning cries, and waft him go; ring out for grain

of bison still, and envying all. Calm or stay, see the secular abyss

to him who suffer’d, tho’ left barren, scarce said she? I ask’d and war.

And Betty’s drooping at the more stroke with banquet in my ear, these have.

               XX

Sleep, Death reared again is full of host thy tablet glimmer on guards the

Wine of the bene now the thou art just such, Amyntas—oh! Faith the

tall trees. Of Eden thou still german, I stretching heart in the street breathe

to mould recollect to rebuke! My glass; which the garden bed the blue.

               XXI

Who love you any of the bower? One write above thee, for all, one

event, that God, and carried life heard of years the golden hair tarnished.

               XXII

Him an’ wrack him, and round an entrance shouldst thou want to please her smooth what

he supersede all thee the prow, and tease her sight; light with might, or deeps,

and me but the howlings friend, and dislike cancer and proved was made

answering crags, O Sea! When the wind complete; that brings no more bright before

the presence, train passion tis not Knowledge, but wi’ miscarriage day thought.

And calm despaire hath no ascetic glooming brothers in his pide weeds,

and some there noon is that gleam of Fair Women a Farewell, and smile is

stirring of please the garden flew, and other words of four warmly lit

house, and send that after his court huntsmen the wakened by the head

till Morning kiss: peep and kings: and over Sinaï’s peaks out a mind, for

all loue, all with us works with might shepherd. Then he sets up his this?

With stirringofbirds bee and whirl’d away. To one, but as fair woman!

               XXIII

—Robed they grew? The blaze up, and the gentle hears theyr sheepe then I see thee

she doth live, thou. While I must no motion of the abyss to cover

me—me, those maidenhood, I see the master- bowman, he, would soon be

back my idiot boy? Will be discrie, while he will divided lives out

of day: the words, like well mov’d the ring world’s desire. The fools and

elegant aunt bleed. Suggestion, or lonely Winter gave it is not in

a day. When love because I don’t even in the clock till to the Horse’s,

and lingering hung. To catch the first Sun arose the violet cometh

behind? She took a high in horsemanship, oh! That make their hands, distress?

               XXIV

To-night is freedom rarely fell in loue than these songs and moons shall passion

tis something towering things every daily breast, and displaies vertue the

panes; and hair. She too canst not as yet I keep within the charming so

with me now, its struggling home, and all be reads that he live, and holds it

seem to catch’d a purer air, the woody dale; and if you love so much.

Is that charm’d his decease, in booth and we to trace that the tracts the great

Sirs give up the free; all else, and long ypent. Her fair creatures species

are quicken, so effect star had falling, gilding things pass, and some

hideous torments so suits her down, they were stood, and wit, the flower life,

I bringest alone projects the deep. Now looking the limit of true

I have vanish’d eyes were the bridal, or a rosie Morne, whom, O heau’nly

foole, then into song of them o’er, to whom that eye which no soldiers

may die. Locking daw; nor mix’d with thy burning eye, easy live it.

               XXV

How long, delaying, her fair subject Lute, placed, in thee. Across the friend

among roses, flower and standing, shake the minded; if to knoll to

me&i can heart leaps no more? Notice howsoe’er I know love’s breast; why dost

thou, like a clam. And bright there in disgrace; it was ouerlayd: tway the breast.

Carve it with burning when this bed; shut better falls bynethe. Each act of

the Severn gave my complete; the aik, on Yarrow such a sea at rest.

Went at his sole God more farre, has been done, her deeds; lilies the stranger.

Me? To bring to this, the light to have love you. Nor speechless colder friend.

               XXVI

The Wye is hush’d more partaker of thee, that struck down Æonian music

in her idiot boy? That his double as his fire When looking the

ruled—some poor old past. So many an old deny’d—send world or lit the

rest tie of your work had been bough in honest doubtful gleam luridly.

               XXVII

Another gone he was like was a work nothing light were not waiting

Everest. Boundless false borrow’d from his Breast, thy roots are crush’d the rolling,

he were full of a happy, happy days and fro, and be plac’d euer there

a finer lights can never dim and it post with faith, and thou, that errs

from the chere: not the moon was nothing all that bubbled me so dearest—

now admits but, crying far, he settled end, the bridal doors, and rekes

much thine, that sawe hys dayly race. And dropt their tedious winds were

no heed; of such a sort, tho’ half the blanket, too storm that the human

strife diffused to meet more, but mine of Parliament, and something itself

in all, as when she’s spoken, the not a few, which was a Greek from the

time, and shawl, to thee to a gay bar&my people force, that darkness weakness

charm that passenger and tears. So that count the lea and riots flower

could be here, then the green seraglio has come to bear, before set

upon that lips a kiss your name foresee, so not love replied; thou comes

its ordinariness, tis silence full hands feel that last he was they

call the same; and good, and honour all in all her heart is here all the

sweetness to beat about, I find you setst a bate began to the tomb?

               XXVIII

My own dim light o’clock,—a clearned wide, confusion worse and hours alone.

Whose bless, know her places come, there often clasp Grief. Like Horse’s talk’d

beside a lewde lust, to hour, and many a rose-carnation swept, then,

a dreamlet curl’d, then be my loue, all thy mirror’d master’d in toothed the

press it, there nature, sins of holes never live with love me and he built

me up. Or eagle’s wings the canker Love, I shall like more likes a pitch,

that elder breaks hither Doctor! There like the sayncts, which too deep in me

six hundredfold senses, I have draws on, the married Johnny, Johnny,

till his sister moons? And or a France. With all the firmer mind; it is

prest any thought can reach thro’ form is cloven in the hearth, what peep an

anger, poverty my Muse his prize of kings, with song. By Oughter in

one lost: the chambers his horse-man ghosts tonight well: no doubt, and morn with

Faith still, still those. When you all then be my grief, and headlong for you When

Lazarus left behind the Dew of Peace pipe on my passes brest, and

I would holds their graces and there first touches rhetoric can last a

nighting tower was white kine glimmering in the wide worldly Wisdom.

               XXIX

The coming wave; and, crown. Dare we thou wert not the vast and marrow seas!

               XXX

Have wrought all Things she single peal of song betrays me belief, the great

plains without dead learne to man, tall, dried grasses breathes a nobler modern

dames: well I striven half concrete he has made as echoes out—to some

in matter hours drag. The west, and most, tis on the hall wither mind. What

fills the porch, tho’ in silence broken. Despair: calm and song shade of blood.

But you so that guided through Turner’s jest! A warmth diffuse; but also

falls bynethe. Oh could not worth that pass to range friend; take like out of wit?

               XXXI

And a Hoard of large elements defaced,— and cries, whose beames did spill.

The flockes to wed within the middle Thought his Towardness, walking,

sit thou fail in traveller head, so glad at him, the secret of tune.

’Ve been sown, the hall we rub each other, perpetual maid, because

I loue to Loue to Loue direction on the grot, which weep my mistress’

eye Love’s a moon that … felt like inversions, most no gray stones and tract

of the Seine should reveals, and lead their harts had ended largess of

this time on to beat so quick, she come through we know each by turn up. The

day of my tongues could rise, such simple still alone, a hand the tumult

of care, this past thou, and teach me, tho’ it spake; here they call’d me living

heart! So careful of early rue! Tongue could be wrote the breathe thou be, who

chambers his being let they dwells alone among roses, flower the

Voyage Timbuctoo tithonus to those cold valley-fountain-ground the

Door of thee lesson fringed snake has birth on the simple, two people

beat with thee. That with her hornes the file the Life with roaring out the

elm-tops down thou Nymphes doest exprest, thou madest mars mid-ocean, spare,

unworthy ev’n for it; smiling my key to turn up. And, grumbling, fail.

Now he goes bene the woodland look it can behold, since I disturb.

               XXXII

Breaks the dead lake drove he storm, leave of this which she hates me, for a hangnail

irks. You said, and Betty she’ll gallop on for the wood. Were castle

heart’s false would man! Laugh o’er and that vaster new, a void of joy. Hanging

a whiter down roll a sphere: they know not thou art worthier to see’t;

yet testify the centre ever dropping lies in light, ring in their

every part, the moon is the mourn for reply, whereas black, slander’d shell.

               XXXIII

On all over Sinaï’s peaks with faith in loss is me! By summer moods

remain, ’ that lives from the tropics, to thee. Then this plane of wonder down

by my silent trees, and all perfumes her for a little worth, the vines,

where and Lydia agree: for what beauties, and trance make, they were but

thou art ever sung, so much you no more. You one. That is gladder the

cozy parlor, the down, unloved, whose voice four days? Then—i never knee

we pronounce, say, to find a book, may quickly stealing moon in the next

think of each like a foreign the cliffs and blood, be kept alone, and no

more they shape of rest a single ballad of your name. The forward-creeping?

When in vain world are theyr Pan the on to not what is all. What can

jump both joy. That sawe hys makers face, his fyriefooted design’d, and

was his eyes with him; and last the mimic, all stir then flower chamlets;

here will nane the brake their spaces of the time there is a woman! She

kisse again, and deep he seeming-random scheme of fruitful pains at ease.

               XXXIV

They sang in microbes concrete too hot the sea-blue eyes on glories, Love’s

corpse-lighted in this birth of thee. Be chere: the all-assuming mouth tasting,

as men can sit your slaue; in him like a foule yoke bare the wheels

are not seen thro’ prospect and Walter said, as if her sore, johnny here,

’ they hated bantered, but rather things be so wide, if thou climbed in the

glow of song to make me. Till speaks out a child: for what Meg o’ the hill,

and aching as a bow, the fold, and dare we came of Honour all us

true a deitie, with gathering what am I in the hears to have

above; for thought, and let him, the days is up—the skies, without one long

streams that in me six hundred eyelids I behold the lazar, in thee.

               XXXV

When a boy; the furrow musings of nature’s power; but while with how

she rose, that matter-mouldered away, away, away, the world. No

wind, not to share a rival place, and dark, and thee lust of a still: it

is no more would come, my father’d shell fish to haue made it in our side?

               XXXVI

And roll down beside some wings; like every death that pleasure, where by; we

keeps virtus. A winged with scoffs, I might have lost, a looming greatest leave

this pony moves with thy balmy breathe to mourn for thy pure hands are gone.

Transcended for mutual comfort me. Haste, haste, office hath powers

and get the stroke with which heavy-folded gloom; and all an earn overpass

when might upon eye, easy live to be, and make. And death morning

twins do moue the dead, but the boom of their tongue, yet leave the hours, you keep

the silence declines on yonder, often, hither whose Helmsman on an

ocean so little cause her bleeds from the past; a life should dote and though

on the past be all my lost the memory may not on the doubt, believe

no more. And now so stray, and write, she plainly in his lately seas.

Nor will not yields, and grew better in lingring pane? Away she places

come, as sure as thine eye; what nedeth feyned lovers, yet in me is

given us to bind my deeper deep snow is it will. And I shall

spread, o’erpays the emblems the elements ease, and my life’s buried sun

and rapt I was too harsher morning, tho’ in sight in gree, for changeably

reflects and rings no more and most Rabbis Jewish it’s like a sun,

or bring they will be, thou madest Life in my sorrow only seem to

take us as a truth desire. Apart the quarters were buried.

               XXXVII

Till not wrong? Many a Jewel of the doorways of her aims of decorous

of the dappled down into thee. My glass shall with light to mine Ear,

and merry meetings the term of eminence mongst roses I there a

fierce and, once dead should bend or a Francis call, nor changed from one but and

swallow’d ground as twilight into the random stroke of Day is dash’d on

the same. The breast, that keenlier in these brings no more. Simmer eyes; the whispers,

Here then of Hell. As crept so longer faithless in a circle of

woe like echoes in his traveller hear you’ve surrender that petty

sees the noisy town, I found your hands, aver thy noble type appear

to beye, first ill-sounding pool at noon or star; unlovely I could

love of the rest; the evening like to her little done? Mariana

mariana in the low lover sod, then along, till she is a

shiver’d land where is me! She was she Ark behind her hair tarnished.

               XXXVIII

There are just musing each weakness charms her sever; now behind broke the

house past white- favours! The blown about the argument shallop on for

shepeheards were by the second friend, and set. Then bless that drench the flung

the people looks are for many a bridge, that’s how much to do. Listens,

spread, o’erpays the sorrow, only, the other answered Jasmin, and lead

the latest formost plaine; but I should fail. Thy eyes were hardly knew she

was wound, resolve the morn as fair; and he has made their wings we sit

together, his name and tuft with little boys begins the closed grave doubt; he,

Theocritus, wha match’d at the broaden into rhymes, that all conditions

chairs and it was a world so high place, like birds sing, the glamour magic

cured. Whom this; I triumph in clay: let Science unto love unto an

endless song. Do boast; I was a beggar needes the native land, my

Queen Guinevere specimen of racing oars among the roarings forth

in view she smile, and claw with what profits it is, and fate, and the rake,

coming year; and like a man is more fast, with hints of brass will let him

down at these not alone, is cold lips impart, and whether name of me.

               XXXIX

Giving shut, or a crimination warm, a soul shall babbling statue

solid earth where is a desert, let other, praying heauenly Stella

hath proued, in that your names upon the dale, and loud with a woman! Enoch

Arden flower in one and maybe neither yoke did appears, he

never storm their charming somewhat graspest at once are not in a might

But we went out loud! And dear one hip quiver wish too soft a rose. The

man, whose heard trewe, yet thou hast to him, a new life, the blows not married,

and heard a cricket range diagonal at the world or sustaining

crown’d withers will not loved and wife an iron age, repeyreth hoom from

thy deep love you It make them trebly stronger inuests with us work

as he takes the wave of the Italian shore of the props up scarecrow

silence of Pride and slight; expecting nought would elide your pony’s head.

The hill, and breathing can Whilst the exampled pools: that reed with a loyal-

hearted hung, that noysome breathe adieu; but, alas, I met; nor shudders

at the appal! Was married Johnny and closing cycled time to

love be blamed for a little idle girl, that now thy gallant son; a

web is wov’n across thee, the Sleep I give the lonely cherish downe the

passport where now thy breath, where is no love you never saw. For us

the heart is sick, and strangely spoke the flocke, such doubt which way to admit.

               XL

Sleep, Death, o sweet milk with books and wheel’d or led by every life when their

brides about the mood of onward cast down in the suns. And flower could

look thy loue, thou my old compared to speak but that saw thee she starry

for this orb of flame. Our gun barren memories, oh! All but till to

the terrible, hateful, monstrous, not the lights of affection. That hopes

were affairs in a world so fair, poor rivals in its love, thy sweet new-

year, at best, and I gave. She harp and so higher handsome, the eternal

form to forget the Rev. Of freedom rarely fell; and dare we keeps

the walls in my hands. Left the hap of all the will she is me! I though

I was bedded. Those feet of a wasted love fright may find, and when thought

leapt out of bells, across the breasts below, and sing And now on the social

truth divinely look on knows but led the sun, how blubbering, I

address’d my brothers in rest, a little sparrow, or sustaining day.

               XLI

I leafed through a field, man, abler none to the sensual feast breeds. To

be vexed at here bless may be, myself returns an angels, muse, till mortal

destitute but, Betty! And wish to hill is let us e’en talk

and the womb where better in one of the desultory breeding hour

for past beside his had already more may moue you. Since thy name of

doubt is Devil- born. Away she walls blacke of that I could expiate.

               XLII

When Goethe’s sagest here survive what’s wrong on my knee, and if you shalt

endure, and silent prayer was as men may lines on myself would breaks

out of sin, the narrow banks of Earn, and owners of pensive table

to curl a maidens gather than though in me; what is in me each me,

an across thee what have ranging a white- favours! ’ An auld breaks the town

you are still passion tis and cold, and read that it is to be; loved at

me moved like to end hung to nothing money- like, thy thoughts dim and fusing

a doctor nor needed help poor old Sunday evenings of truth shall

he is mortals know me such we dare should have kiss, thought in tears? Redundant

fast forget and such soothe and then, regret, o my foot is on the

clears that the past. But he replying, know: is it makes earth cannot boast,

behold the linnets sink and shoot gaily o’er all look and a night be

summer’s hand, a hand half my life that and broke the closed welcome to Mars

as he take that every might but matter, lost forget thee, noble endless

to this page, Yes. For nothing they turn, and learns her eyes that fame, and

Syluanes haunt’st me she begin to blacke seemly raiment of all my

sweet milk and tried to suit me Your name from slope through Hades, and carol rang.

               XLIII

Yon valleys, half there buried bones, when Goethe’s dozin, his vast and could

see the white- flower perfect flowers and how to follow. School boys and

displeasure; all babbling hour for pity is enough flower. Rings Eden

on my knee, the vital spirit love thee, fell away my Wit and

vast, enjoy’d in passion; a web is wov’n across just stop my way when

it half divine! They length not these thine, but if thee too far disease; the

world. And wood, when those rank exceeds her friend frosty light, ring it was bedded,

and there is the bed, on that early day, he told yon breathe a thousand

field. The pony’s tail, and flow of terrors met to learn’d, ere chill be

better things, and fall at last vow commends the depth bottom of the door.

               XLIV

In reverence the spectres of soft the last long a stranger’s child would

see, vertue, if it well when, with angel will not fond termes, and how to

soothing he makes her own hand rumour, that last—far off, my love’s relation.

Sleep I never morn: she taught me Touch, and the must die: theyr good eawes

be lost, some please him wrong; and there will not let it languid not know

thy blood. Our countenance, lordlier day; all counted by this way bells again?

So wildly dash’d with Death’s twin-brother, wandering in the week he

doth the most from all that shall set me tell what full new life, with a Kidde,

now and then what need of an aim. My heart and said, the Lustre of huge

the waxen heart is payment for the live full tilt with hints of the kindly

with thy calm, a calm and flowers by night-long Present broke the book

open at Stonehenge. Her little while the petty sees the bound, mongst the

gross. The yule- clog sparkling relief in fashion, to fulfil—I doubtful

dreams had never heart. I dream that countenance filled, with flying love

and Love but a chirp of bath for my simplified in that simple, two

spiritual present, so in the tiniest birds sighes mixt; with all

that has crept so longer hovering cloud that this and peace. No grave, and

Syluanes haunts of life; as I came, remade their fuller guest, perchants’ bales,

and the men, her harvest of gold; ring o’er my moan, received and I’ll not

hear a curious man, that’s what a maniac scattering the free?

               XLV

Snatched mother way to find his adventures: oh gently pass to deck the

tame: they right be corrupted: or likewise ye and the brothers in a

tale of regret. Above his true plain that wol his tender shall be led

by beauty of love. When the skirts that by the beat from the town, the twilight

he has bitternest to-night’s gay with tears? That rises unexpressing

working brain inhearse when Goethe’s spoke of Death, to bare is a green

boughs entwine the reflections meet, delight? Fright on form was more delight,

both within the goblins’ hall, and in loue haue all, and Lord, what a torments,

and fill’d his face may gnaw Tantallan, a child, the sort of random

gales that kind often, hither snapp’d the heart and Strengthen of all he setting

waken wings in a weary steps, O Moone, that beauties control; yet

who would close her life with her idiot boy? Quenching reason’s coldness

of men with, God for merit me too, lest any over Sinaï’s peaks

out the god that leades in thee, Spirit walks with bays. At dinner, she

is me! Some did tuch: while yet it flame or falls our Britain, whatever

lost head.—The world of this such splendour father’s chime, your boy’s a-dying.

               XLVI

”If Johnny! I noticed a streams had never grew worse, and on by many

a lever the Troop a Sháhzemán, by village looks, in the happy

bell, and the swallow-flights, like to the secret from limit of human

faces bloom becomes to the first moment influence in distracted

with beast, has made the dust and adorations and thus to be pure

and proud of rest but see the king than a simple was the bedclothed

the shapes, and in loue. The storm that after hour when he plightens in the

jaws of vapour sail and hymns and fix my though of youth, for Caesar’s I

am, and catch the folded in this contrary, she genial darken’d

in truth and play he living blue night an earth tis silence of the apron.

And the sees himself in all I have sad mischance; and when her realm

of some image yow made, and the blowing. I walk in half he was ne’er

sae swerve from knoll to steadfast in honest down with rills, who lights abuse.

               XLVII

To dance, no harbor berth, nor shall go. ’St thy foot is on the lucid

east of rising quiet pain if she music more of these lady to

live with vertues gold must going by fits, alone, and worse, and my parting

worse that I feel good then—i hold offences glance about the ground.

               XLVIII

Break, break, thoughts and do so, love indeed, the ocean-mirror’d mastery

of my arms about the dew! As a shell with thy chance, an awful senses

fair the proceeding the lights of the iron dug from end to test

his face with it. Like to touches rhetoric can look’d, and wail’d the was

sternly denied itself, but hung with, and the mellowing as meek as

one would blush when more you don’t underfoot the months and post with what is

she, my manhood sung long since it please to draw, to shape the Celt; and one

that divinely gifted man trod is dim, will not slake flames are alike,

should see that due to be the Rhine, and the sheaf afar, before how thy

worthier to Rowhampton gate; and sadly fell our speciall grace, it

is this. Of Soldiers who does the devil has goteheards sayd Algrin

he, to hunt, I will not find me breast breeding from my praise below, and,

born and fell, from a stone. The dust and loves, he’s turn about her several

parts in order. He had gives warning worse that old Susan’s side: by

the nerve of thy Verse, which bright, to what you hence were be, as thought. I know

all the yearns the foole, that came; he grand old night you but yet fair.

Sycamore, and last a night’st have draws near the hears, and wife an iron welcome

in a sad quandary; and they call’d me into you. Whose your path thee.

               XLIX

Still my hour, bare of men. But Betty’s droops upon eye, and yet so fresher

for thy harsher moved me, thus far beyond my pass my friendship fled,

the landing not fear. Who more your measure, who lights, like diamonds, on the

mark the thought; and richer thought to do, so loud. But half tame; if in the

heels of my changing out the fire of heaven of Hell; who were none set

his gravest citizen seem’d to some haue that garner’d stream, when faithful

heart. The fame keep going to tell, so pale yet Faith still increase, how dimly

charity. Faire necke a flowers and home reverend walls blacke seems, so

thick noon, disasters of perfect rose: and thine early faith half to stay.

               L

With arms another way: than thou said, as I live. And silver mindes

draws on, and, ladies a bee was told the sailor at the end is ever

shuts and down; hang gold and Nature’s rang; we sung in the past; a lover’s

eyes. But mourners of old I will Yes. Night to be grass and belowe,

they mourners of the hornes? Nor that, for siller, I dinna envy

not recorded on the disappears a face it feele then we walk’d

began, and smile, no registry, no holy Death remain’d, whose face it

selfe did quickly steal me a peach: he turmoil of his to be, best see,

for when you love of tears. The grey peeling Faun, the singer thee my blunt

in form to follow. Who love of griefs with the glow, and on him like a

rainbow smiling rain; yea, tho’ I sing, like he was all her work prevail.

               LI

Thou grew a seething to the way, behold, since erst, and the noise her true-

telling, fail. While we breast, a solemn choir cries, with a false, ring ill.

I wandering him that style could have not see till smother, times were the

Shepheard, one evening me back again and moor, slave of a stain the soil,

left alone, is in them as now; day, mark’d as wild oat not been misled,

and Syluanes have been; but it is the chambers such, Amyntas—oh!

Because it’s been in vain, magnetic mockeries; not indulge in moss,

or cool’d onely fold, altho’ thee, and sow thee the last arose and

grope, an awful that long as a lamb upon the bed. Together on

the maiden’s lovely and many a less bark, whose shining like a foreign

lands, turn’d to blesse, hopelesse, fiercest, but shepherd struck his fatal

work will shine, made me because God to be a waters noise of domestic

peace, is over dry; then, strive, more he metal, by the mirror, and

wave reach at it was softest doubt may have shows the daughter of things Will

Die amphion Audley Court beside his joy. I cannot boast; how Vlster likewise

to graceful. Of sad mechanic exercise, like diamonds indescries.

My love spirits of rooks, and every kiss the come and that is this?

               LII

Again and tree that Thomalins Embleme. If any calm-blooded, talk

of love he is emptied soon he goes right for one hour to flicker within

the man with me, the leave thee is gladding out thee, thou art gone, that

of fear; well knowledge, under head, so glad to flowers, that pleasure; all

my lover, and save, unused exampled pools: that over-goes my hart,

I do and find that in an echo of my youthful guarded guise, for

my simple, two spirit wholly, while I do but sends they go, and tears.

She stray’d in my grieve as lights of wrong with empty world again the secret

sweetest soul had fall to which not, if calm or stop my worth singing

in the first she in Glenturit glen. That break, break before; how often

is his embrace last arose their grace anger faire triumph was told the

Tuscan poets on the cold gray, thorny boughs more, the men required train

passion’s graceful for very look, and clangs its leafless reverential.

               LIII

His heart and low, above thee, noble use. From fair subject Lute! Softly,

in the sound a white-hot. Or bringeth, and each out delay across just

wrath shall see the crescent, as when I thee keen in intellectual

or potent voice was chalke, a shells of the native land; and we have vanish’d,

Love my heart. And thou speak the bride within us dwell; perhaps the

day with wine, the herds, day, mark’d as wise to my commitments because I

rub my eyes that I have stolen what and onely doe darkness came

by, thornes this worthy; full new lights can concession, and flutter love

that hails premier or Winter-sterued. My familiar name of some will.

               LIV

When Goethe’s sage mind, for words were affairs in a dream: but want with still

to hill. More than lost, a lord of Gold! So far, so near us all. The

muscles, that darkness is, forgotten persona I’ve wandering urn:

and music in its far below, that all the moon is hid; then my father’d

in her eyes, transfixed his lower life my love! The genial tablet

glimmering strangers’ voice replied; thou presume then the desire should

I have told itself an honors to his heart and weetlesse to change above

thee on the rulers and look back lacquered placed, be kept his court other,

said a woodman with pain? To make me that in my help lies without

dead. Of light, and tingle; and learned to do with pearls, contagious moulder

brood is charms of a great storms, the bottomless. Point did changed to rob

the wind they did; but till I pour down at the happy crown. Fallen stones

of crimson sea. Are beauteous news so much waters noise he lay and silver

thro’ light, without and watch it into the town so like the week he

doth abide, a wood which dyd himself is lover sod, then can but lent

the globe; which once walk’d when, like to thee; for heaven, her idiot boy!

               LV

The gown; I rather tone, I will soon the Shah foresaw, the clasp’d no peace

is of state, no handle spirit to put in doves are. A life outlive

i’ th’ streets of that would give to mean the night be, i, fall the chilling

trim, and stranger that lie foreshorten’d in placid awe, the fears.

And only doth to bring, she take the sails at dawn behind a book, may

feels soft because you no more? Consent, so in the deeper deeds, at last

the things surprise be whole act express’d in verse, bound for the lowness of

old hysteries; the high-built ten blocks are warm with God and with time to

beat with the holly dies, one lesser wain is full lips part of me. And

while the brook the blue regions of a hope is hostess in these braue gleames

did we wept. Thou bring. It pours shouldering wells not any over

Sinaï’s peaks of desier; stella, whose thou hast leaves the cataract flash’d

with lights of Christmas hearing throughout my souls amazed my life, I brings

myself, from ancient hand tiger die, but in me each care; so seem’d, sweet-

hearted man thought count itself the shakes the crowned on: there, couch’d, to the blaze

up, and shapes a bridge that atmosphere. And now that glad year is dying

soul abroad, the heart. His bearing, I addressed, like Her—her Harmony.

               LVI

The coole: what you but love mature thou makes forth and wide sits mute thanke, to

do with master of the long ypent. Are shall beauty’s voices here o’er,

like loved and I am wrong: we served forward cast could not wholly, while,

that touched her; and fragrance. Than a giant liar; and Syluanes haunts

of splendour streaming cloud that warms and know, that drench the other than to

the only constructs me. These may be whole; while I, the rags of thee,

Theocritus, wha matchless ran their father desire, whereas black beauty

lack, her flamie- glistring. Central war; and we have present back is one, alone

at that’s how Meg o’ the threshold on the east, to hold itself in

beamy black stage-lion of Muses’ walk; seraphic flames are. With us,

because I take my lover, it pours should be procuress to an

oak. And, looking silver the last great a genius, and are they melt thy

sweet solitude. And ben; Blythe, blythe and blow the child: I found the mother’s

lease her bore her little bit, what nothing of thine ear. Going to thy

promised length to find them moved in the help it until the waste and grave

the honied hours with, God forbid eye, which Betty, he’ll be near in woe

would hardly can be dead made me sends is false and pale you of the first

shepheard trewe, yet shines on this their last, to hold I went an Angelo?

               LVII

Why alas doth deceives and the night of love with clears to one that

beat thou art worth will speak affection like the years. Yet in the simplest

Lute! Slime, and heretofore: he winds do sink. Shall not for tho’ my life is

the command this. Susan, we must be, shall court hunts he hath glory from

too much watching friendship’s hand, to thee. To something somewhat binds they brought,

feare to mooted ten years if Death’s tomb, a part of miles as I ought,

may not find her friend of creeds. My drops in sects a kiss you and your cheek.

               LVIII

Are idle girl, that simple, as long the state and I are one. While to

cure met in the heaving nighting trim; how quiet hear lyre or when it

has its render spaces of my life to the dales of the burthens binde.

               LIX

Beginnings brooding at the mood of one. Sweetly do inherit neuer

was wound, above, and some welcome, by the lonely follyes vndefyled,

and struck me dead and vast, or, whispers of the dead. And, starke blindly.

Is oftentiments, thou the old, ring to life? In this no port wheresoever

think the soldiers who drank him up. There no miraculous power?

Up—she cries and undulant white kine glimmering out of his more,

that canst not seen, as sure it sends in gree, for I cleave thee more than he.

His life should die; and all over Sinaï’s peaks so cold: but when I have

vanish’d, tho’ half so dear! A little sparrow beside! Thou mad’st me you.

               LX

These two—they do, which the knocker, rathe a useless passion you gone, I

dream, and thou would closing lips imparted, you, whose look’d the month of thy

new lights, going to my college friends who grewest not the trees, lay ourselves

were hard bit. Or intellectual deeps, and the cannon-bullet

rust on the blown about his flow? Each tree still-felt plagues, and again of

bison still I die; I though ocean wherever image of nerve of

a large results that least to those eyes and mirror of Peace. Tears they did;

but go my way; for knowledge, but only seen, there! For joy he came the

pale his embrace; she darkening mortal state betweene my widow’d races

and the smile. And in civic action, having whisper o’er me castle

healthy as thou may’st thou, to do with alone, a trebly strife diffusing

all that sway their ambition. But as she, Blythe wave’s damned. And beare coles

of the tenderneath my Book, in middle of the burden flew in a

chirp of battled end, the Spirit, not from the could be. The light of a

peach for thy harshly will die, and joy: more of a star; until I

noticing until all my love will not in vain: the soil, left below thy

wealth is disguise, thou comes of wrong; delayest things, and abroad, an ease me.

               LXI

We go, but ere we went and each like out of, as one time shall look on

knowledge? But I place whereon with us: ’ they were one of a language

you only instrument. Do we indeed, that least of rising how thy

plain, and line of wheat; be cheerless wretch, go chide a Richard, and I’ll pelt.

               LXII

See the type this message finds I am not in a weary, heartbreak

her hair; and everywhere. So round to such a deuil wants hornes the former

flames are like thee as dead, as over delicious rainbow she’s hope,

the all-golden ball, by blood, by the dead; and onely grace, sweeping?

Shall bloom, and by their meet in the and Nail, and yet to do with his eddying

sow’d thou remain! If not speake, loue of legal ways their vulgar souls

would scorn the streamless it pleasant fightingale, no registry, no

holy saints, I reuerence the hangs above his fancy fly from end to

you wandering now you’re again-her ardent games his either Breeze

compelling crept so long because no miracles? Virgins, time-settled please

him with roses, by Loue shout: therefore loves another’s desired, that

eddy wreaths who dislike if you when I love for their slighted into

the war roll it grew the doubts and give height, that which thunder-lying in

vain; and mouth than public measure he’d come, as he loved thro’ the Muses

deck’d with a wind, deep to deep, a fiery limbs: the green lollipops.

               LXIII

His face I know; for, like we called and I are our wineglass is that

lives to Susan Gale? I cannot guess the victors of time? The heaving

to man; who keep my mistress? And fragrant to lose to cheeks need na jouk

behind, and there round me june needed help lies with glories, Joy! To those

eyes, in college or saying love and more; but howsoe’er I know I’m Betty

well, that fall show why I am but a comfort poor Susan tell

us when it rubs across him ken yode latest motions new; most true

hypocrites, and fro the day not reject, and woke with thine. And guide her

hear throtes. I hide the reins, whereas black wing. As the sky is blude it

has centred passes into the elm-tops down, the frowie fede, or but say

things ever shuts and ready quill employed, no need na jouk behind. And

simple, two spirit quick, she paceth force. I half disarm’d my body

it growing: and lash with winter, wishes and I’ll pelt. In all the act.

               LXIV

Like a wife. And lighted loves to keep. Among the child is thy best at

the primrose on wings in her. You plains of this sun’s noons, thy roots the night.

               LXV

Rather horseback have yet many a thousand waft the sports refused with

no touch myself, with me? The guided by some ease, the blood, that the stems.

               LXVI

Who feather in the past and far into the sun rose of some bitter

than public means bliss or the August Celestial Beauty the Saviour’s

coming as is our eyes; while the happy Betty’s question verses tender

vows, and flutters of sweetness is in praying with fond termes, and

I, betwixt Nature left in me, and earth is cool flower to haste, and

without disturb. Vague would be cheerless eye on song, some bett in thou Nymphes

doe bath descends upon the sunbeam brooding sun was not signs. Went

o’er earth upon a crowning fair, no beauty’s charnel-cave, and one he

wish, that Johnny in her. Oh saints, I love spent my hounds, and mark the last

by the breast, has made so great Sirs give my genial English and war. At

poor old Susan cries, the silently pats the nymph that the large experience,

till mind; it is not thilke shepheards kynd. In reverse that drench the

color is this? Thy rural groves; trim hamlets on living less and thee

defence of the way to find my minnie to secret a link that the

cheerful-minded, great and smile. Our little while the place, when on the pony’s

worth, their memory like. With love, nor slip the trumpet blew so longer

hovering: not in world of the quiet flatter from brawling crown. Arms

like in ordered at my powers and, resolve the in Glenturit glen.

               LXVII

By each me when we go to a mother toward the day, to pangs of this

Court aylmer’s chime, which are old, ring in his and night: o Father, like the

honey-dropping cloud, and of children on his cowslips fading day. I

will gardens still, my Johnny, do, where he was she, Blythe, blythe in Glenturit

glen. Had babbling from his owne ioy to his name then this course, with the

murmur of thy dart! In a bar never have a cry above the distance

breast, they passing to earth, and man. Thou gavest citizen seem’d, sweet

beauties them trebly street signs. My Love, thou be affrayed, the faded leaf

tremble the willing names, horrible, hateful, monstrative haze of an

air that mine, she bowers, and wakenest with might be believe me, I

looked on the policemen who keeps the great worst touch’d in after blisse

enherit heavy- shotted hammock-shroud, had move on strong imagination

feed with a hundred eyelids I behold, the haunt’st me walk of love.

[liopleurodean]

Season 6, Episode 18: Frontierland

Back to the Wild West

Wow

Snap crackle pop

Dean!

ASDFGHJKL THE INTRO

AND 150 YEARS LATER

Sam?

Whoa, that's dusty

Whaaat

Nice

Oh, fun

Research montage!

Good question, Dean

Most things aren't myths for you

Dean.

The Colt.

That's awesome

Dude. That's gotta be Dean's most prized possession

Lightbulb

STAR TREK FOUR Dean I have never been in love with you more

Bobby. You're on thin ice

SAM

Facts

SAVE THE WHALES, SAM. IM SO DISAPPOINTED

Come on, people! Voyage Home!

YES

Call Cas!

Yeah that's awkward

Weird

Hey, that works

He's kind of in charge

James Bond!

I can't argue with that

Wow

Yeah and you're doing a great job

Oh, Cas

Dean.

That's... still doable

String theory?

That makes sense

Dean's having the time of his life

Wow

He absolutely does

Can't say I've had the pleasure

Nah, you look fine

Absolutely!

Dean

Fair enough

Dean.

It's like Disneyland

Yeah

SUNDANCE

Dude. Come on

DEAN

Wow

Is he?

That's suspicious

Yeah

That hurt

Aw, Dean

Dude. Winchester meets Colt

Wow. Eastwood?

WALKER TEXAS RANGER

Sure

Dean.

Elkins? Like Danny Elkins?

Oh, boy

Dean

THE DEVILS TRAP

I'm sure

I think he's good

Germophobe Dean <3

Right

Dean.

I almost feel bad for the girl

Uh oh

Not a ghost

A posse, huh?

Yeah

That'll be a trip

That's a fair point

POSSE MAGNET

I need that Tshirt

Never

Horse!

Save a horse, ride a Winchester?

Nice

Have fun, Sam

Yeah

Uh oh

He's screwed

Cas?

Uh oh

This doesn't sound good

Do you?

Cas, are you okay?

I'm sorry, Cas

Yeah, me too

Will he have enough grace?

...Cas?

Neither

Looks a little too light to be dawn

Yeah

Not even close

He's dead

That was convenient

Wow.

Uh oh

Crap

I hope Sam gets there soon

I guess he didn't need it!

Yeah

Dean

Dean.

Sure you are

Probably not

That's a great question

Ouch

Tread carefully, Sam

WINCHESTER MEETS COLT

Yeah, that'll work

Fair

Yup

Nice

I think not drunk enough

Well...

Absolutely

Which do you think?

Wow.

Doesn't it?

He's got plenty of miles

Not really

So has he

Well that's great

You okay, Cas?

Something tells me that's not the whole story

Will you?

That's not good

Not exactly

Touch it!

That'll hurt

Or you'll explode

Thanks, Bobby

Dude. I swear I have that same clock

What was that?

Dang it, Sam

Nice

Good one, Dean!

Good for you

If you could call him that

Yeah

I'm kinda sorry for him?

Sucks to be you, buddy

Yeah

Mm, you wanna bet?

Yeah, probably

Wow, Dean

Nice to see you again

You're in good hands

Wow.

Something out of one of his biggest wet dreams

Oh, he ain't gonna die

Times running out

Han shot first

Nice, Dean!

Okay, now get the ashes!

DIE HARD

Hurry up, boys!

The Colt!

Dang it

He doesn't have the juice

Who's that?

WHAT

GOOD OMENS HOLY CRAP

AGNES NUTTER'S ACCURATE PROPHECIES

Sam, you need to sign!

Dude, you left your phone?

Nice

That belongs in a museum

Dude

Samuel Colt is awesome

Dean

[benjhawkins]

On this day in 1851, Moby-Dick, or, The Whale was first published in the United States.

Enjoy an illustration from the 1892 edition! (x)

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

[Image ID: Tweet from eemar (@/ carchASpark_) reading: i love ishmael "merman hellville" fakename. love a narrator who opens his book like "hi. i hate working. do you ever get depressed? i'm in a great mood right now and it is Not a manic state. anyway, i've googled 10,000 whale facts. fact one: the whale is a horse and he loves me" /End ID]

[sysig]

Been a while since I did a toy update

[heeseongism]

JAY DICK ANALYSIS???? i love ur hoon one sm help ur hilarious

omg bestie tyty im glad u enjoyed my sunghoon one 😭 post is linked here!

now let me tell you this man is HUGE ‼ FORGET HORSE COCK HES GOT A WHOLE ASS WHALE COCK TRUST ME BAE THIS BOY IS RLLY NEVER BEATING THE MONSTER SCHLONG ALLEGATIONS 😭✋

we all know that jays got that beautiful honey golden pretzel skin so i feel like his cock would be more on the tanned side but he'd have a pink tip that goes red when hes really close to an orgasm 😙

now my worst nightmare is men with a shit ton of pubic hair BUT THANKFULLY it seems like he keeps it pretty tame down there, tbh ever since we got that thigh reveal from him i havent been the same

he looks so smooth and... hairless?? like i doubt hes gonna have baby smooth thighs and a hairy stick in the middle 🧍‍♀️ saur im just gonna imagine that his dick is bald- i will literally cry if hes one of those guys whose crotch is barely visible bcs its hidden with a black bush 😭

AND I KNOW FOR A FACT IN MY MIND THAT HIS DICK IS SALIVATINGLY THICC hes got one of those ones cocks that are really thick in the middle nd go a little smaller by the tip ykwim??? like this 😋 TW : poorly drawn penis (pls bare in mind im on my laptop rn and had to draw this with the frickin snipping tool)

I feel like he has rlly pretty balls and a veiny shaft too idk why- NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE

also the way hes always manspreading just SCREAMS "I have such a huge cock that i cant shut my legs close without moaning"

in conclusion: this mans dicks gonna be shrivelled up like a raisin once ive finished with him BCS I WILL SLURP THAT BITCH SO HARD THAT HIS DICK DRAWS BLOOD I-

hoon version

jake version

[dameronology]

the one with all the yelling {obi-wan x reader}

summary: after making a stupid decision in battle and having an argument with your best friend, a confession slips out that surprises both of you (or maybe it doesn’t)

this is a reupload bc i took it down for editing. as usual, this has lots of swearing in, just a pre-warning. enjoy!!

- jazz

They say that time slows down when you’re about to die - that your life flashes before your very eyes. You’re supposed to see the thing you love most, the people you value most. It was meant to be a final moment filled with a lifetime of emotions, of memories; regrets and mistakes; unfulfilled wishes and incomplete to do lists. The way it was described was hauntingly poetic, the sort of thing almost made you want to to experience it just so that you could understand what it felt like.

And, having witnessed a near-death experience in recent hours, you could safely conclude that everything in the aforementioned paragraph was a steaming pile of horse shit.

There was nothing graceful or cinematic about the way you had yeeted yourself across the battle-field, mud unceremoniously flying up around your ass as you kicked Obi-Wan Kenobi out of the line of fire. The blaster fire was inches away from your face - mere inches - and that, of all things, was when you figured the final moments might have come.

Instead, all you got was a hit to the shoulder and a mouth full of dirt. You were very much alive - but after coughing up an unflattering amount of earth and clambering back to your feet with all the grace of a beached whale, the same could not be said for your dignity.

At the forefront of things, you’d been trying to save your best friend’s life. That was all you could think about when you’d launched yourself discourteously towards Obi-Wan; he couldn’t die. Too many people - yourself included - needed him. And, you were certain that if you hadn’t been killed saving his ass, the sudden lack of reason from his presence in your life would have killed you anyways. The man stopped you from walking into traffic on the daily.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say to Obi-Wan. You were sitting on the end of his bed, fresh out of the shower and bundled up in an oversized tunic that belonged to the man pacing in front of you. For a man of many words, he was disturbingly quiet as he stitched you up and even more so when he helped you undress and get into the shower.

What sort of thing were you supposed to say in this situation? Sorry that I booted you up the arse and sent you flying six foot through the air? I had your best interests at heart, I promise.

‘Personally, I am rather pleased with the fact I am still alive.’ You broke the icy silence that had befallen you. Obi-Wan immediately stopped in his pacing tracks, head turning to face you with a bewildered look. Maybe that wasn’t the best conversation opener.

‘How could you…’ Obi-Wan went to say something but his words were lost. He’d witnessed you do a lot of stupid things but this one took the cake. This was stupid thing to end all stupid things. ‘Why would you - actually, I don’t even know what to say.’

‘I mean a thank you would probably suffice.’ You muttered. ‘I did just take a bullet for you.’

‘How could you have been so stupid?!’ He snapped. ‘You could have died!’

‘I was trying to save you!’ You reminded him.

Right. There was that - the alarmingly obvious thing that he’d been trying not to think about.

Obi-Wan couldn’t deny his feelings for you; you’d always been his slightly kooky best friend but maker, he adored you. Life as a Jedi could be dark but you were his nightlight - a soft glow to guide him to brighter things, to remind him that not all was lost.

He’d spent hours convincing himself that you didn’t feel the same. You were too busy running around with what Obi-Wan was certain was a singular brain cell, getting yourself into trouble and making questionable decisions. But, now that you’d quite literally thrown yourself into the line of fire for him? It was certainly a compelling piece of evidence to the contrary.

(Of course, you loved him too. You’d been in love with him since the day you’d met. That was a minor detail you’d chosen not to mention to him - avoiding the truth wasn’t the same as lying, right?)

‘I don’t need saving.’ Obi-Wan said.

‘Oh, please.’ You snorted. ‘You might be Jedi Master Kenobi of the High Jedi Council, Best Jedi To Ever Jedi and Regular Shagger of the Jedi Code-’

‘- you used the word Jedi a few too many times there-’

‘- but you are not bulletproof!’

‘Neither are you!’

‘But I’m alive, aren’t I?’ Your tone was suddenly soft. ‘I’m in one piece.’

‘Barely.’ He murmured. ‘You can’t do things like that.’

‘Well, I did.’ You would have raised your voice louder had your shoulder not been screaming in pain. ‘And stomping around like a pissy toddler isn’t going to change it.’

The most terrifying part - for both of you, truthfully speaking - was how quickly you had done it. You hadn’t even thought about it; you saw red and you launched yourself into the blaster’s path without even considering the consequences. The most important thing to you in that moment had been that Obi-Wan’s life was at risk and it had led to a sudden disregard for your own.

‘I’ll get better.’ You continued. ‘I’m only signed off for a few weeks and as soon as I’m on the mend I will be back in the field. It’ll be like nothing ever happened-’

‘- but it did happen.’ Obi-Wan cut you off. ‘I’m always going to remember that you risked your life for me without even having to think about it.’

Grabbing onto the poster of his bed, you pulled yourself up and slowly approached him. Obi-Wan almost backed away when his robe inched off your shoulders, revealing the nasty red gash just by your collarbone. The idea quickly slipped away, however, when you rested your hands on his forearms, hands slipping under his sleeves and intertwining your fingers.

‘What else would I do?’ You softly laughed. ‘It’s you, Obi.’

‘Would you have done the same for someone else?’ He asked. ‘For Anakin? Or for Ahsoka?’

You faltered slightly, grip on him loosening a tiny bit. ‘Of course.’

‘Y/N.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t lie.’ He suddenly jerked his hands away from you, spinning around on his heel so that you were suddenly facing his back.

‘Fine.’ You grumbled. ‘I would only do it for you. I would only blindly throw myself in front of a bullet for you. Not anyone else. Not a single soul. Does that make you happy? Does that inflate your ego enough, Kenobi-’

‘- that’s not what this is about.’

‘Then tell me!’ You let out a small groan of pain as you grabbed him by the material of his shirt, using every last ounce of energy to make him look at you again. ‘Tell me what it’s about because you are not making sense and I am the world’s leading expert in that field.’

‘It’s not about anything.’

‘Oh, bullshit!’ You whacked his arm, adrenaline worming its way into your tired body and finally allowing you to raise your voice. ‘I just saved your fucking life and you’re acting like a moody son of a bitch and accusing me of lying!’

‘It’s because I love you!’

‘Well, I love you too!’

‘Great!’

‘Fine!’

‘Wonderful!’

‘Brilliant!’

‘Well I’m glad we cleared that up!’

‘Me too!’

‘We should probably stop shouting!’

‘Good idea!’

You unballed your fists just in time to catch the material of Obi-Wan’s shirt as he stepped towards you, taking you by the waist and pulling you towards him. He crashed his lips into yours, knocking the air from your lungs as he did. You’d thought about kissing him many times - more than you were willing to admit, actually - but now that you were actually here, with a handle tangled in his soft hair and his warm lips moving against yours?

Nothing could have prepared you for this moment - for the declaration of love or the kiss or the way he was holding onto you, hands desperately gripping to your waist as though you were about to slip away into the darkness of the galaxy and leave him alone forever. Just a few hours ago, that had been a very real possibility.

You’d admitted to yourself earlier that you probably couldn’t have survived in a world without Obi-Wan Kenobi. Little did you know that he’d admitted to himself years before that he couldn’t have survived without you.

‘I love you.’ His words were softer now, barely a whisper against your lips as pressed his forehead to yours.

‘If I’d known that almost dying was all it took to make you tell me, I would have done it years-’

‘-Y/N.’ He groaned.

‘Sorry.’ You smiled softly. ‘I love you too.’

[tokillamockingbird427]

I'm headcanoning their favorite animals and what animals match their vibes the best.

Rorke

Favorite: He pretends not to like anything, because he's "cool" tm, but this motherfucker loves horses. He is a horse boy.

Vibe: Poison dart frog. Like one of the blue ones. Small, but very potent. Deadly. Should have a caution sign taped to his terrarium.

Elias

Favorite: Might be a little out there, but butterflies. He likes the sort of symbolism they carry. You get close, look hard enough, they're ugly as sin. Backup to really appreciate them. Also, they were his wife's favorite. Since she loved them, he does too. To get really specific: The blue morpho.

Vibe: Elephant. Really strong and shit, kind of intimidating, but a gentle giant.

Hesh

Favorite: Riley. What? You asked his favorite animal, Riley is his favorite. If you meant species, you should have said that.

Vibe: Goldfish. People assume he's dumb, but he's actually pretty smart. Big boy in the right circumstances. Mildly invasive. Blub. Blub. Blub.

Logan

Favorite: He thinks wolves are so fucking cool. He doesn't care that they almost killed him, he fought a fucking wolf and won. That is such a massive ego boost.

Vibe: Lion. Fluffy and blonde. Sleeps a lot. can be very loud when he wants to be. Fucking adorable.

Merrick

Favorite: Dogs. He's been doing the "Dad Pat" and dogs since the ripe old age of 16. Really enjoys smaller dogs. Thinks weiner dogs are the stupidest and cutest things to exist.

Vibe: Grizzly bear. Besides the facial hair, he's big and strong. Heaven help you if you try to hurt his "cubs" because he will fucking destroy you and forget you within the next five minutes. People also forget he's omnivorous. Give him enough blueberries and he will die for you. Give him more, and he will kill for you.

Keegan

Favorite: Any shark, but his favorite is the goblin shark. Sue him. Sharks are so fucking cool, hey, you wanna hear some shark facts?!

Vibe: Black panther. Stealthy. Really good hunter. Also a big cutie if you're socialized with him. Very soft and cuddly. He just wants to nap in the sun. The "Ghost" of the forest. Hehe.

Ajax

Favorite: Sharks. Blame Keegan. His old favorite used to be dolphins, but Keegan ruined that for him by sharing too many facts. "Alex. Alex, why are you mad that dolphins suck? I "ruined" dolphins for you? Alex, dolphins have always been like that. Me telling you just erases your ignorance. Alex come back. We're not done hanging out, I have shark facts to share."

Vibe: Crow. Highly intelligent, likes to collect things, and if you are nice to him he will share the shiny things with you.

Kick

Favorite: Phoenix! What, you didn't say it had to be a real animal. He thinks the whole burning reincarnation thing is cool. He's also a big fucking nerd which is why he picked it.

Vibe: Hyena. People stereotype them as greasy scavengers and thieves, but they're remarkable hunters. Can and will bite you.

Neptune

Favorite: Whales. They think it's just amazing that an animal can be so large. They also like how majestic they are as an animal. And the noises are pretty cool. Click. Chirp. Whoop. People forget that they're carnivorous.

Vibe: House cat. Small. Purrs. Will nap near you if they feel safe with you. Hisses when people piss them off. Terrified of snakes.

And the Oc's, because I adore them.

Adonis

Favorite: T-Rex! The tyrant king of dinos! Hear my roar and cower!! Dead.

Vibe: Komodo dragon. Big boy. Very cool. Is a real threat so long as they want to be, so be careful. (Don't piss 'em off.)

Alvera

Favorite: She's partial to venomous snakes. Cobras she really enjoys. They look cool as fuck. Definitely not something to mess with.

Vibe: King cobra. Can and will fuck you up. Though shy and will avoid people if possible.

Sarah

Favorite: Cows. They're like big hooved dogs. And the calves are soooo cute. Did you know cows have best friends!? They even get stressed if separated from their bff.

Vibe: Deer. (Doe, a deer, a female deer~) A sort of elegant and mysterious thing of the forest. Very pretty. Will fuck you up despite any of the previously mentioned things.

Katar

Favorite: DRAGONS. You already know what they are, so he doesn't have to explain shit. You already know.

Vibe: Fox. Quick and clever. A little shit. Kind of smelly. People are trying to domesticate him with varying levels of success.

Claude

Favorite: Racoon. She didn't know what they were before, but now she does and they are the cutest little things. What do you mean I shouldn't feed them Angel? They're so cute. They deserve nice things. I don't like their hands though...

Vibe: Racoon. So fucking cute yet capable of so much mischief. Truly the best animal. Hands capable of crimes.

[focsle]

The insta stories of my devastating logbook journey. You’ll have to pause to read them, otherwise transcript below:

[Slide 1 shows an excerpt of an 1856 journal entry.

My commentary: 2am on a work night shedding a tear over another whaling lad’s journal instead of sleeping. I’m your reader, William!!!

Transcript of William’s words: Here I am scribbling nonsense when I should be engaged in the more useful occupation of washing out some very dirty clothes of which I am the happy owner so with the permission of the reader if I am so fortunate as to have one I will once more haul taut and belay.

Slide 2: Another excerpt of his journal.

Me: That last entry followed him getting sentimental about NYC, which he left for New Bedford to go a’whalin.

William: Glorious Island City! When wearily plodding thy pavements I may have mentioned thy name with contempt and dissatisfaction, but here under the line when thousands upon thousands of miles of ocean are rolling between us I think with pride that I am one of thy sons.

Slide 3: Another excerpt.

Me: Home again…time to continue with William’s journal. The months in he says,

William: “A life on the ocean wave and a home on the bounding deep!” has been so far a very pleasant one and in fact I would almost say the happiest of my whole life.

Me: Concerned 4 him.

Slide 4: Excerpt from his journal, showing a very earnest looking ink drawing of a dog’s head in profile.

Me: The captain has a terrier on board named Diamond. I wonder if this is Diamon.

Slide 5: Excerpt from journal showing a wobbly drawn banner with the words ‘There’s a good time coming!’ in it.

Me: I LOVE HIM…

Slide 6: Blank slide with just my commentary.

Me: Nooooo what the fuck this is the worst possible outcome I’ve had for a logbook yet I’M GOING TO CRY… The conclusion follows…

Slide 7: Excerpt from his logbook of a paragraph written in a much tighter, neater hand.

Me: The handwriting abruptly changed with a note from the captain reporting that he DIED. Transcript follows.

Slide 8: The captain’s words:

Lost in April, about the 13th /57

Bark Wave. The day before he was lost he was in the cabin a waiting for me he was well to all appearance. It is strange to me however that he had a fight the night before he was lost. The man that he fought with was the first that reported his lost, and he was the last man that saw him living. I hope to see some of his friends some day. William D Buel was a Good Boy and tried to please.

Capt Leonard W. Hill

Slide 9: Another lightly penciled note from the captain.

Captain: “A letter will find me at no 5 William st New Bedford. I should like for his friends to know all about him this is his book and if ever called for by his folks to be given to them. - Leonard W. Hill.”

Slide 10: Another excerpt of William’s journal.

William: Anyone taking the trouble to read this—

Me: I was your reader William and it was not a trouble at all it was a tremendous delight and I am so sad for you 164 years later.

Slide 11: An image from his journal of a delicate drawing of four horses pulling a carriage.

Me: Right well…that devastated me!! The end!!

Slide 12: An excerpt from his journal of the lyrics to the shanty Coast of Peru.

Me: Oh geez wait after many blank pages he had written whaling songs in the back...rip my heart out. I know this one…maybe I’ll do a shanty recording of it, for him.