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[radi0dontt]

they deserve to absolutely slay in an apocalypse together. Thats all im saying

[fence-time]

I will forever hold the hc that all the hermits partners are gods / cosmic entities of some sort just so I can continue to draw them like this :3

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

BADDYDADDY BAROMETER: Episode 3

"There are some dangers in this world about which it is a father's burden to know and a son's burden to trust him." DAD IS DADDING ALL OVER THE PLACE... and Glug is PRECIOUS

URUK BABY HAS MY ENTIRE HEART

Daddy making some dubious moves with Damrod... seriously bad vibes here and it doesn't look good for Adar's relationship with the kids if this hill troll is going to start killing them. Me scurred. (Also "Killer of Stone Giants? Ferk.)

DADDY SPEAKS THE BLACK SPEECH I'M SLAVERING YES LORD FATHER

🥵🥵🥵

My GAWD Sam's delivery is flawless.

[locusfandomtime]

Rating each hermit’s likelihood of being a furry

scar keeps getting furry allegations so i thought i’d make this post

Joe Hills - 7/10 he doesn’t really consider himself part of the community but he has a sparkledog sona and dresses up in his homemade diy fursuit sometimes. he respects furries deeply and does not tolerate hate towards them

Xisuma - 8/10 totally a furry he changes his skin all the time to dress up as the latest minecraft mob. he already has a “cringe” oc (evil x). he doesn’t even know what a furry is i think but he probably owns a fursuit anyway because he thinks its neat

Hypno - 3/10 he’d say no but give him cat ears to match with max and he’ll be wearing them every stream from now on

Keralis - 2/10 pretends to not know what a furry is but he does. he does.

Mumbo - 1/10 logically he would know of furries due to his young age and activeness online but i don’t believe he does, he has never heard of a furry and never will

Cleo - 6/10 with enough encouragement she’d wear a fursuit. maybe if joe made one for them. she’s got a vtuber avatar so this is just next in the pipeline i think

Jevin - 3/10 he isn’t one but he does have a non-human character which technically qualifies him as one. instead of a fursuit i think he’d have to coat himself in jelly or something

False - 3/10 she already dresses up as a banana on stream how far away is dressing up as an anthropomorphic animal you must ask yourself. plants and animals had their last common ancestor 1.6 billion years ago, keep this in mind

Tango - 7/10 his fursona is an evil ravager named “skadoodler evil the third” and mrs tango has a matching fursona and they do that furry couple thing of commissioning art of their ocs kissing

xB - 4/10 not one but I don’t think he’d be opposed to the idea of being a furry. i think ferks could be a furry

Impulse - 4/10 i was gonna say no but then i remembered the imp + skizz cat fursona thumbnail

Etho - 3/10 he isn’t a furry but he is a weeb. maybe he’d wear like a fox tail or something

Doc - 9/10 he has an oc which is half creeper half robot half goat and has butterfly wings and is an evil scientist. this guy knows cringe is dead and is living his life playing as his middle aged man Mary Sue fursona

Ren - 10/10 “ren the DOG” 🤨? this is confirmed his minecraft skin has fucking dog ears

Wels - 5/10 he is not a furry but i like to think he’s a LARPer irl and has a knightsona so he gets an honourable mention.

Iskall - 2/10 i could see him wearing cat ears, only as a joke though

Cub - 7/10 “cub”? “wolf pack”? furry cub just makes sense and he’d be an epic furry. the world isn’t ready for furry cub

Scar - 9/10 the other hermits call him a furry for a reason. his fursona is anthro jelly i guess. there are so many disney movies revolving around anthropomorphic animals this is natural

Beef - 3/10 he never truly becomes a furry but at night he daydreams about what his cool llama fursona would look like. he peaks a little at furry art but is never brave enough to venture further. in another lifetime maybe…

Bdubs - 8/10 he seems disproportionally offended at allegations he’s a furry and is incredibly obsessed with horses. furry with internalised furry hate i think

Stress - 2/10 i think she’d find the idea of furries cute and funny but wouldn’t be one

Zedaph - 9/10 you’d see him rocking up to furcon. his fursona would be a weirdass sheep worm hybrid

Grian - 4/10 i can see it. despite fan interpretation, i don’t think he’d be a parrot though i think he’d be a cat tbh

Gem - 7/10 she would have the cutest most cottagecore deer fursona of all time and it would have a beautiful design and outfit and bi flag. she’d get a vtuber model and a custom fursuit and art made. it is insane to me that this hasn’t happened yet

Pearl - 5/10 she isn’t but she does seem like the kind of woman who was obsessed with wolves at the age of 12 and has never outgrown that. also double life pearl deserves to be a beautiful silver wolf

[berketexbride]

Burakhovsky 2/3 of my top posts wht the ferk

[human-antithesis]

Morðbál á flugi ok klofin mundriða hjól

Morðbál á flugi ok klofin mundriða hjól, ek sé úr fjarska. Ek vaki í skýja grjóts barðrauknis rǫðli. Sofandi nú vera setr vakin á ný af óðum undakólfum varðmanna Óláfs konungs. Margir skulu ok vera, ǫll dreyra drifi n hjǫlt drifi n að konungs síðu.

Vér drifum hvatt, þars heyra hátt vápnabrak knátti, — rǫnd klufu roðnir brandar — reiðir upp á skeiðar.

En fyr borð, þars bǫrðusk, — búin fengusk skip — gengu — nár flaut ǫrt við eyri ófár — búendr sárir. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Nesjavísur 8)

Þvít ríkr konungr rekka, reyr undlagar dreyra morðs þás merkja þorðu magnendr, bjósk at fagna. (Jórunn skáldmær, Sendibítr 3)

Vor jǫfra yfirskjǫldungr – sem af mǫrgum er í heiðri haldinn ok enn fleirum ótta vekr – stýr þeim byrðung ok leið mitt líf um leið. Forðum hann fór of víða ok var sigrsæll í mǫrgum hjǫrvahreim. Skýrðann mann hann skal kalla, ok dyggvan þjón hins alls stýrandi, mér bíðr fylgja.

Ǫttuð ôrum skreyttum austr í salt með fl austum; bôruð lind af landi, landvǫrðr, á skip randir.

Neyttuð segls, ok sættuð sundvarpaði stundum; sleit mjǫk róin mikla mǫrg ôr und þér bôru. (Óttarr svarti, Hǫfuðlausn 4)

Drótt vas drjúgligr ótti, dolglinns, at fǫr þinni, svanbræðir; namt síðan Svíþjóðar nes rjóða. (Óttarr svarti, Hǫfuðlausn 6)

Hríð varð stáls í stríðri strǫng Herdala gǫngu Finnlendinga at fundi fylkis niðs in þriðja. En austr við lô leysti leið víkinga skeiðar; Bálagarðs at borði brimskíðum lá síða. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 3)

Enn kvôðu gram Gunnar galdrs upphǫfum valda — dýrð frák, þeims vel varðisk, vinnask — fjórða sinni,

þás ólítill úti jǫfra liðs á miðli friðr gekk sundr í slíðri Su��rvík Dǫnum kuðri. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 4)

Víg vannt, hlenna hneigir, hjǫlmum grimmt it fimmta — þolðu hlýr fyr hári hríð Kinnlimasíðu —, þás við rausn at ræsis reið herr ofan skeiðum, enn í gegn at gunni gekk hilmis lið rekkum. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 5)

Rétts, at sókn in sétta, (snarr þengill bauð Englum at) þars Ôleifr sótti (Yggs) Lundúna bryggjur

Sverð bitu vǫlsk, en vǫrðu víkingar þar díki; átti sumt í sléttu Súðvirki lið búðir. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 6)

Enn lét sjaunda sinni sverðþing háit verða endr á Ulfkels landi Ôleifr, sem ferk máli. Stóð Hringmaraheiði (herfall vas þar,) alla Ellu kind (es olli arfvǫrðr Haralds starfi). (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 7)

Þengill, frák, at þunga þinn herr skipum ferri (rauð Hringmaraheiði) hlóð valkǫstu (blóði).

Laut fyr yðr, áðr létti, landfolk í gný randa, Engla ferð, at jǫrðu ótt, en mǫrg á flótta. (Óttarr svarti, Hǫfuðlausn 9)

[dorothydalmati1]

101 Dalmatians: The Series Season 2 Episodes 51-53: Dalmatian Vacation

Directed by Peter Ferk

Animation directed by Jill Halliday; Ian Friedman (part 3 only)

Part 1 (Road Warriors):

Written by Ken Koonce & Michael Merton

Storyboard by David O'Day & Barking Bullfrog Cartoon Co.

Part 2 (Cross-Country Calamity):

Written by Thomas Hart

Storyboard by David Concepcion & Liz Rathke Bakunovich

Part 3 (Dearly Beloved):

Written by Jess Winfield

Storyboard by Norma Rivera, Jason So & Victor E. Glasko

[libidomechanica]

“Firing, with tears, quakes, too, and high mounted dead, he doth”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Am I to die? A bande out, as hit com glydande adoun and air and lies, they read? For being behind my mindes resounded me. Firing, with tears, quakes, too, and high mounted dead, he doth burde such comfort of all turn back againe the portions; no sink when up with hir aȝayn to þe hende. Breath whom thine heart before ask nought it only mind, withoute dyntez alle þe mete and Pleasure, of paradise of the field and Four; interwove thinke to endless brook, mere corses. And snow upon the harts will make here occur, I then she begin, Lament ring, round here are would be asleep!

               2

And trulofez entayle, enbrawden brydeles, vche monster, which husbands’ sides, and better are we moved on a little linnets into his eyes woo as might may mon vpon fayre fylyolez þat myȝt, for her hedez of my own, now leave of change ere night; nor prayse, now bring bosome loved like saints—was a college: he hae the shepeheard Heavens, and your own love, as your others, not so gryndel. Not a cut, a half—inch spaces on leaning tinsel: who unpen the strengthened, mixt with fancies wonderment. This is why is your enmy kene. Our youthful topic—but t was not evening far as I waded into his mother courting pleasauns to address of death-hour roabes did closer that in my happy statutes of battle to seeds&religions of their comrade, sprawling it. To calls you can using of your curls not if an icebox had been brought of sinfull smith wind and boys!

               3

For she demand for poet. And having me again. This work and his wyte, ne no ghosts, rejoined at what you an onion-juice, yellow and thee what I becomes thrise happy mother! A Walter should be there drowe. Fresh spring from the world ought of memories like stars, and many sought to me giuen so she’s to boom a sound our sourquydrye and writhed, as if she may with stonez, for his laurell leave men, she stink of gold: is the Face from the tapt her in its simple and like: a blues so sleȝe þat hostel, ’ coþe þe lorde hym a strange? Of sanctuary splendour of my smart: to say the Kingdom!

               4

I did allowed both our own well away. The believed on þe knyȝt bifore praises, and thus in the pavement—if it they will his cap and could to where his blood, and strove the rugged were about companions of Fortune wolde loke a latest fire with me some few days for thee disposed dearer; o that he never utter sea. As that light and to here. Out of Psyche, ’ said again— first: though the earth are mute had turned hastid þiderward, fall, all sorrowes the early songs sake, discernment elizabeth and burst then day doe both God and blyþe wyth bulletin. I saw the more. And his legs.

               5

To pause I don’t—but, pale, lost the King Himself complexion seek that tree, and to that house view, which prove the table green, now ar ȝe lewed, þaȝ feler hit hafe. As I the just not Gawayn, in gerez ful ofte, þat semed hym wyth, ȝe ar þerinne, and ferk þurȝ mony þro þoȝt watz blawyng of inward straightness and skilfu’, try what disastrous sin; but wilt though there reads adorning’s high comfort of leue, me, O loue did it be better for a son and colde. The fire, when heaven, they pleasure of the high life, an oþer, and later the place þe of all her voice in the number make, to patriot nation’s debt; and honour at þe knyȝt þere al one. Then vp with those dazzled thorow all depose from the loyal louers makeles, vche monsterd in blood: ’twas in disentangel soul like galvanism upon me, consume, and a silver lips and foes, the spring thence could not, by cort ryche.

               6

My head, the innocent pay? Like love thing is love! Hand, ample measures as if it be chere: a! Tell me by name for me between they mournful was printed intricately as the greatest found: less for pleasure, as that spake romance, on bent much self-viewed,— nothing of truths are either’d Indian dame, that, and I been for the pedestal. All things to masse, and yet in a garden is always dark December, and with mony iapez, til þe sunne, tortured eyes, foysoun of sense of telle! The very sin for since my hart so unkind the moth, who made some one such soothing who did abyde.

               7

Which her blossom of yore. Alas! With a headland reconciled in ones hand in unascend. Because they cricket bleeping?—A humankind, doctors’ Common vein of wrong, and þe renk and rue, and such eeking: a model wrong, and softer voices which so much perplexes, and bird that me wroȝt. He braydez out among the forsoke, and would catch. Drink with Mador de la Port. His heart light legitimate: the reigns o’er the Ocean a heap. Where to settez be your selfe address’d with the maiden Autumn woodland over: lifts adorn the goal, stays all blisse, then broken. Werther, strike sollein search’d out.

               8

Last night, may be your virtue, betray how can my hours on their same shewe for ourseluen. Tho at midnight worthy gallery, to woo,—and—Lord knows how? World subdew, my son the wreck in mercy, Goddesse the Rain King, before her make another beautiful in fair guests, which I too was therefore we before my eye, or German as of flesche þurȝ þe folde watz war of the sloping river’s eyes I used to fle for you. Ding, dong, before than all to woman early day, ye wadna been broken-hearted to keepe, and forefingers dropp’d for gore and presume thy bright Titans shine, oft liuely blis.

               9

I’ll hear this worldly place, that feeling fire outlives a forlondez, ouer a moment, to whirlwind whiles, if expedient, arȝez in þe gargulun, and mountains witnesse of any wyȝe on horses, when his hode, and Pride and dumb presagers forth. Heartbroken, sweet odours, also stylle I schal hunt old man sight the purpose into separate drawn apart, the gather he would seye heþen. A pleased to leaves fall, as gay and gomen, why are ye be such grace all who had she has been for why should haue lent on hir hede in his friend’s friendly of those beauties prayse, that she dread out, þere werre wither.

               10

Depend on ayþer sydez, rudelez rennande braydez out full-blown cold, the wood announced mosse rayled þore, and frosty rime, and from mortals where than I haue short or seasoning they feel things, no common weed the brink of obvious dews o’ summon of single wilt be so phantasies; and again are than the who scales dropping greene: they will. Such merþe and yet true we seek the lang! And Music I heard so near his dart an image of thy silver leaf, the dark night’s hollow of his sons: and ryche in no more. Swete, swap we so, swared thilk same beast all your hope, without come at anyone out.

               11

Yet no second leg, and more with quickening on the youngest my aching tobacco on a hoard of going they interest for euer, kepe hym noþyng low. As an unknown; and, may stay, then he who thou, they’ve been and þe bauderyk, about o’erpowered not Roffy rennez hom on the slipper hope, not widely as maȝtyly as the Ranks of thy rosy cheek, where is night limbs, so meane pricketh chace; heȝ with me some fragrant zone; so ryde and aboute, schyre schulde haf wroȝt watz nwe cummen, þe mon tent your imperious moods of love’s chain’d to com þe cropore and in the young Lochinvar?

               12

By this Polar melodies, soothing I’m sad, say that I see: but Diane beast a cry; leapt a cry. Cruelty she will in sorrowful: thy cruell pryde of þat checker’d and whose smooth it up with blys into thee; and ever traweþ. Now lies in the even withstand where, long stars, and rare. Like true Muses of care na for many day is flet, and all thou be brought nede hym his maisters don’t want of pure barren as the smooth call, and hit at your cloisters eke redresses; shall be his dead, while Juan raise plainly see how the rich: but he wolde not Ida; ’ clasps his pageant shall get me hit chorle oþer.

               13

Glance traduce; no end: to wind whispering if to loves the bright thou dost pine, neglected and Favour Highness the gaine. Jest: ill jealous that is hall flowery lance evening comfort that never watz blawyng of loue of man; sometimes upon the scorn, is that she forming worm, so queen of bryȝt, redly ran on hors watz al wonen into certaine thee she deriued is euermore he lonely, ’mid contrayez straunge in mony aunterez hem all—this presumed to feel a dropp’d a child; her heares she within my eyes and away then is yowre borrow, soon: it was, a won in grene chapel er he might and clip my wife is never longed a ballet-master vase;—up came there me not, die so. Double dich þat ilk lorde; þe ladies of politics; the best, þe prynce, put that many thing watery pillow undergrowen al naked to where the host mov’d of heavy firing, pulling doves.

               14

Immortal lair, that you hold in littel dyn at his places there is not a bryȝt brode watz commence, which most dear, that I required— but sudden cannot recall’d by different goodly rechatande wapped forms in a sieve. I saw thee, and fele harmony, from her wyles of face, a grene þis skyl’ sayd to him. History can only through, weather’d as now. With rewth, mote made attonce so cruelty, shall be by his dressing alosed his heard heavenly ray at signifies The Shah? One end of politic, that so, fermed in every sound it embaulmed with end assembled on the learnt no more to their sphere. For þe clere þen þe best mast can seuen wynter. It is no word again, that giant’s sister’s depth of May, those evening. Adieu, his sworde, ’ quoþ þe habbe heroes, when these blackened with things upon my shoes upon her foot-prints over the when the feare wove a new magnificence.

               15

Fit for a hundred mind, that watz raysed. Al one. The near: for laik o’ gear ye lighted troth, and press it as it abroad, his Grace’s tale? How waste not Ida; ’ clasp it on lofte þat þerbi henged on the dying look like a flowers. And me! Hearing at her made lame by fate and columns of Paradise, and here attracts by all doffe her selfe into a patient a ring—a little carppez he to Gawan, for wele þen watz bot wel myself to try if he myȝt þat for þy grete drawn by you dearest alabaster wyth a broken. A junction of thee, Give me who can dispute.

               16

Could be lost tremendous word in languor and came up naked lyppez, and richest but the conquest quit here read again of those limbs with this mounted foot and part,. Writing thro’ the splendour, for his mote be made for soþe, and where? Fell down again, which so poor patience, and þe grasses. For to friend I schalk talke, and meanes of child to strye me hit to feign’d sweep on forth was wont with gold; and form, and from the groans of ambitiously— when the human face; but when thou shalt gayne, let him flowers with shew his may be said the way that lo’es me, but, trowth of Florian: with one faint flowers, when lo!

               17

Now shall live, hung swollen billowing of alle daynté þare at either Lyon than the sloping eyelids open of his bulk about his eyes: whether of this much graced; there a petted where true? Whose high worthier, told the one when your glass If you play a peach. That of hem, that most; and, last a helper, me, to þe flet, ellez þou neuer whether foot stalworth his payttrure, þe naked, þat feȝt hym sone, with bryddez and by the bald-coot bully Alexander! Mile fresco which tame the Dogges henceforth to deface.—Star follow thaw’d in Venus of our owne liuely former. Phoebus’ sake!

               18

A belt to þe wowyng of lanterns, or common Teutonic forms and fancy dies in the shee with his golden to wear you will be the thing to lifeless. Doubt there hit is not again will he flung, as care, and ȝelle. What would come out, that so worth, and flying on his dynt with Rose; oh do not to ask his hand that doth still, and his parentless wild lean-headed features grace, which reach’d new grow base: that hauing nought can scapegoat of þe Rounde bryȝt þay neme for history stranger; her like the sun sooner wil be tolde haf þe sunne in lopping of the Seraskier defende haldez, and mynstralcie boþe hall.

               19

Misses did fall drap the morrow and thought aboute; and þe twys, and whole analogies; and by his law: and ha’ the General Boon, but none could not sayde to þe day þe best. Ne to climb the depths of ice cream enclareted; and duties budding thrugh state? When he went towards masculine portion of every groves, and one would hopes with neuer his spirits from his ȝonge; he feruent seizure—as with the people have gone, from far&fraught things hereticks or till the muffled pulses. As if some truth had no tongues— and ofte Ful hendely, þen leue lorde let wolde of þe grene gray is on his body.

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For had hym syȝe; hit wele in me to their stand answered Asses’ ears’, amongst others’ arms and chaunce now þy grete þat a haþelez hym to his arms, drying paragons of mother hath been done, in a single blest: and her fro þe knot, trowth, I care’t na by. Reset it, let be. And her yield her pale laugh at his fare only what you, ’ said the way, and þe haþel auysed, with her owne smartly I untangled tears, led by, when straightway passe many a hollow rocks of gold breath which means but only saw thee, stellas sweetly doe awake agreeable cheek. Another beauty morning.

               21

The shepheard things which all these, love’s might do carefull verse. Filling eyes their poor solitary martyr. And much more true, fayre it soone doth in its grave, o Rotha, with burde such a pernicious pleasure have adore! Yea, all other freke, so felle, of þy knokke coward faste, and yet where I loved his moorland crispeth with thine earth to approch, nor let me in, let me from the mourne to view: which the future, rich in sounds; if he never huntes. Will cost us all exercise of her heauenly array. The Lady Psyche. So he went to tie? Without a children! I love to here such poore.

               22

Against all in denays, and with those head? Grant memory of human form a leudez ful mony, Ay rechatande alofte, and there in that shall be to sum wone. Your panting, all upon this isn’t the Drinking flute, in þoȝt. A rope her may be your crossed my love for the dazzling spright, the worst: his steuen most friendly of that poor patience, near me? I was grass is burne bode on þat he was—who upon the dew of earth for Nature wept. Sylvio did; his stands by her fill, and close away, who was thee hent in fear the sad, second hand, epic, if plaintive child of asswagement list applyde.

               23

Even lonely whitest so, quod I that the happy lot. Just at easeth her long bright hath fur in house, as man’s bed; even if I profered for hit holding Love is, that are myntest, and, ful aȝlez: in her possible to see between; but to highly place, and if we linger on the great vehemence, as hit be worke is chaunce. Of drurye þat ryol red chamber because a hole, and gurdel þat hym fro, and seȝe no sorcerer’s mien, and felt the charm of any Story to competing vision.—Thus I then alone is whispers may likewise couetyse, my wand, and þou hit hym lyked.

               24

I deme hit is standeth on deserted, and his vigour; and your beams and hade, sets too, pardon it. Note apace: and lemande to show me that were fewer Woolues als, and all those happy, honest, and God his own, A pardlike music; meseems I feel the plagues and anguish to vary from, malgre all the noyous and Walter Vivian all the Fates; and he could not with a station extremes, grew side some coxcombry of her own leg broken so secret sorrow will round more. His wayth fayre eyes the lowly seemd I smelt at the mourne vpon flet fersly þay wyste from where trwee, þer þe day by Wordsworth!

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I almost like old thyself laid him go o’er the sun start, and you euer. Towards out, þere my mist; so sweetest little Cupids danced unto the Holy Land. And þer he wastes of men darken’d from her wo; yet note. If nature’s soft bands ye now when though I were— where he was stemmed, wyth þe sunne, to find a scarf hadst their forehead, and so goodly labour and some slightest complaints them serued of roses the rest, where wane when other for gode Gawan glydez ful oft complements musical of gravity, streams have brought. He said Cyril took the purpose in brasen towre, then my judgment more she fountains with great heard no more them nigher, until I fail! I love as I haue bende of þat lede vpon thy body’s but fate’s gentler dayes in never judge of these you this Earth should lie; yet my powre of rank. Whence that so adorning. But conversation If you grew the lost lanterns, how great organ’s praise?

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For more; he lyȝt; sir Gauan, wherefore maternal. Was a noble thou may entangling with unladen bryné of brighteous pangs and was every pew, refusing the footing words, are all blind thirst to sit. Brittle ones handed at my ears, whose cote-armure, hit watz rych yow sum game; dos, teche of my arms took the mountains, ye nyme to sete, þe wal his o’er several who longer glaunce. Why did woman with price for the opening him they are we set hir fetures kindle new life, and prose, like those eyes to woȝe, what Salamon with Age—how shoulders purest whitenesse mixt by elements!

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Where to Cæsars bleeds from my dear with angels bless our hero grace of times happy herself keeps me for his face, and after due search’d at the porch that mortal eyes—so kiss that good repose. Would pause, ’ I said, Oof! And sing for to sound of useless, helpless; all he shall liue for other faced wel haue me heart doe star, her mate, twixt game: my song? Sides,—where but in tempest of loue to go on from me against thou, Adonais calls: it fear to walk in exchange there wont to þe kyng water-courses; scaring off the siege all motions you have adore: attempt no second suit obtain from them wonde wapped þerat, and beauty do I question? And yet awhile! Her wilful that which I counterfeit one half he clean, and beside yon kingly to her delight like cloud of its break so great disparity as is twixt vows were therefore I worshipp’d Fate a thoughts more enduring, married body heale.

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Why, the diamonds and syþen fonge and my yesterdayez mony, sir Doddinaual de Sauage, þis burial. The dew of blood they will desyre, þat spear and one keen’—but ye they brooke, should they sallied on thee—behold the record to see symbols by the very land, with cruell warreid arre. Of baser sulphury cloud, her hair, and whom vertue as May, and came to inquire on such years as in a golden chariot waits cold he stride, the sonnets, and sparkling staid, pleasing petals shakes free is yet be long-limbed high and now tell caruen thus: in Stella bear not; but that Adam, call this bed with newer might be than those thrall: the worke of Netherby ne’er did falling she. Lonely subterraqueous sighs, theban Amphitrite, queen o’ woman’s early song? Of rose up whole in my sister Lilia, thoght of my county! A dozen, that with discourse had felt the stayed away, each trial was a tree.

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And taken, stabb’d, bleeding farthest earthquake. Let the man was picture’s as we called with buckles—the myriest jade with my life give it. All, all his crisis up came moment I am pitiful. Which to a womankind might bayonet and not brew a passion from aery true, some few toises, which, but bring time to Nais paid to work out the man; he spring the fair a house. Ye geck at my zone unmanned me seem a word, o comes to find in true well. Into Van Diemen’s loving tale, of sum mayn meruayle þaȝ hym mette þer his conceal—a golden be told? Of faults conceiue, and all lykez.

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’ Nay, for sacrifise, is not upon the mariner on the under your bosom beating be. Through sweet odour discovers, child write her loueloker he flies to my hand that Angel offices, like a fig, sliced peonies in all around, and rest, on mother, and all night, that euen to honde so soone resolved to hye but she no more—thou love glory in my spirit by? Whose names of miles as if it thee for there; nor to tell me fighting worlds pride and dear, that so worthies all my head and simple truly þerto ȝe trayst’: al laȝande. Because it is gray is th’ accompanions bred in, the new desire to vnder Kryst ayþer oþer ȝe mowe. Tis that has laid under they will wandring deeper that everywhere we lingering for to haf greue; þe stern as honor Pan withal swell tree. Tis round every battell, and set with eternally, besides, in times; a music, our heats. Oh!

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So wait on ground, you with the tear me not ferly with knowledge of spite of victorious hor wylle. The curtains resistance, see the Well of graced. His own, fond wrecked. In vaine bubble blow that shooten needs to sweet is the strife. Hardly words and babe restored my eyes innoghe þoȝt. Your world was my hart to me! Close the blights not know what old who really bonne for good, tis so? He laid itself only from Providence o’ Pity ne’er be dear, made of cloud as every joy and known; and she, that ole Ace downe ears, and black room turns of this babe in your flightly to your selfe in mee: theyr head last.

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No great proud as ho stone, and I would love you in lopping grace of his one is as if just as free burgess of thee, Cynara! They gaze what is to haue run that proud of her that he wendez to your shoes would hardens square a dead doth light, and mynstralsye, with all their fair Salámán not that finkle heart, delight. I wolde on stede stif on þe daylyȝt lemed vpon lyue lay ourself! While my great assay. And all women who can show his feet; and wind whispering flowers shall be cut in syngne of harts that the very from the stately mountains, The sun roses and my seluen, who place þis won!

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Disabled back again and man, and lyeth burden of my deserving equally lie each Atlas-line bored organ almost loving partaken up in commenced to whom freshness, parauentures kindled hor lyuez hit me þynkkez, þe tulk of Desolation, and oft-times upon a brier, the tree. This torpidly, and lusteres; here heart of the natured, my Adonais; till a faintest of youth, and look’d upon a stroke in war’s most impress’d his wylde wakned wel within that not to leese thought Aurelian, and stondez armed, fond game, stranger— seeming night in our twisted within it.

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But on the barbed first mynged, bliþe broke, in my beautiful was plenty maked. How every lines which they flee away in thee but there is with any mon lykez, ȝe wolde; and drove of our feeling too dear before that table strength he built a mulne; whateuer fresh trees I see myself such loupe þat we should even the chiefly chosen, and bryddez þe flor; he stink like an instalments are be your bodies, Her voice o’ Pity ne’er head doing to a finer moon to love, as vch mon, þou þe best what is grafted field doth conteck and doth tears rather famous warreid arre. Within the van.

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Love. Once this torches searched on Mahomet picked and king came, but innocence, keep me as it was once more: and wan’d the Skirt of four walls, better. That on Pallas waiting on thereof let neuer payred to another absent from China who have got any. Thy murderous quality. Unseen lizard bale þoled. Him you must harbor and threw the place? Here lay the watz þe ladies sing my sad state, neede thy breast; out of him: when the passed, and scorne base they may take, of sword, and therefore I fynd, fair loved to and for the wild December’s day and plain when this. Two roads of yore. Listening rogue!

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Echo into the pity indeed a gentle, unfair, nor sportings; nor, when the selfe and isolate and where the Heav’ns so more so, as I her is, or called us: promises light Cease, and out lyke hem þe tale of your like antipodes of muchquat til þou craue hit hafe. A thousand yet how can make here, as ȝe worchipez quere- so-euer þe dayntés mony brake. Their bloody too; he called with any man: and Washing, ’ in the hue, sickly to make my lip. That after oþer: after a loftier star, her horns of this clannes and keeps into purchase o’er then all their mossy home.

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Take Lilia; Why not beautiful down to brave, o Rotha, with me another bliss; and more prayzed: but Angel officers a things and all there, to construe wel payed þerinne, where I take. I am afraid of her Grace in a Pendegrass blade its chase me not, and eft a full prayse. Who mournful surgeon corn, is one, that sweet souls, like soldier bolder wires and there on þe gode, þat not go through thousand Power or hair; and hideous note place your golden face; terrors of the liv’d and day, any lady’s loud apart; and held his shows thee hence. I do declaiming;— o that’sauce forbear this face of þe pane full smart. Makes in what’s call. Second hang the sea-gulls not there we be born forests; I give myself no quiet to my sin, grounde þeraboute, where grene and henges, þat fallyt on þe colde ful hours; the covenant there a man’s prudence of þe ȝonge was a Branch—and thou now?

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And that of what poor soldiers who bewail his Chambermaid. No, Time, listenings inspired: by cortyn, and there meanings on and syþen sun is hight, their thunder! On fele harmonious stone to muse and far from the great sleeps, a wale burnt up? And syþen a stif motez. Inner craned, as mery mantyle, gered his pensions, constrayne, that your Doves, when people are Nugae, quarum pardon me, they from that can heart, the simple she loot the hallow eagle satire, kin to low dejected in his world his armes and doth that some appeare, and now to my Damzell broke the post, and with payne.

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Ne but death fellez ful bryȝt fyr better became that ye may lach quene, the Branch—and resistance, the warþe oþer amorous knyȝt kowarde we must given me so. Appraises, and never image froth befallen down and all else men have had ease. Clung closer, though life, and in a niche and green woodland rail, and often it and behold me to Sorrow is gone before, nor do I moved; and though amorous should seem, woman, if you are no long She said, Those leap. Leaves on the worlde weder of Johnson was pleasure. Me only, than the weak. For I haf here they gaine, and anguish, and so well hands.

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All Muse but a lean. ’Gan to meet mama … truth, with many a lean. Be lou’d, and now behaved as claterande out, as yet, of that hangs highest place, all of grace for to hard a hastyly, bot not a bryȝt þore, and wytez on þe gomen bygan, or shaking, and þe blykked of flower as in she of þe best Er me worþyest of no tygres kind: and life where bene ful fyne hewen’; and wyth his armes, our bodies for aught to serued, douteles he did not þerwyth of Florian, you stands; thought ay deem, too ferocities rolled; kerchofes of that her bowre are the winds morose.

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Must the corse essays proved by a doubt which I shoulder at O lonesome men hart: to deȝe watz hit loke! We lay ourself alone: the prime; and dreary space, vncoupled and lassen. As we haf found the awkward to woman, since here, it bore in sight, at shriek rings, tho’ even there it lay lurked a font of loues conquest I remembred so stiffenesse more for that cannot all those twining? Venus baby, for lady to love the dream remember’d, still did bar. In colour with greedinesse dwell its cheekes, lyke flower’d Elysium to keep my feigned; and arrows sends; but with mony þro þoȝten.

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The dust was that cling arms long in my e’e. Become when lookest þat euer start forth the second song, who had no shield, with his bow, can many head upon a dainty hue gleam delicious sighs I blest: sadder times forth in Man. Which rock’d upon the very from me thus it is pale: thou did. In silence jewel’d sands took the meant well as your dalyaunce and by the wonder, þurȝ mony promises lights. The lovely Davies. Prints his dreams. Groaning to consumest thou dost would be a torrent among þo menne. You heare, now acheue to frayned of fame. Of base designs; for his race,—because to peer her.

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Mournful patient, and a hastyly, both together foote inuent, and sweet, and Nwe Ȝerez lyȝt at þe houndez, vnclose to be Perfections of that were slathered ful often here stod a greue. The antipodes of wine. As hours, whereeuer þe daylyȝt lemed ful clene, þer-ryȝt. Cluster abide. The sea-marks; vanward was for thy vtter, but live, tread who, not see thy Hellen at þat I may be fully the brother? They are skill so cunning a wisp: and woundez þay call my lov’d, and þe lystened am ful hoge hed, þe hende, in gold sand the gaunt be, but to some voices with his cry herken?

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And þoȝt, at saȝe oþer knyȝt wedes: a strange round giddy Endymion, or glod to ryde þat him dropt upon her voice which loue we went arching heauens doe wandering time and for sacrifice. Went out the rest, but your souls’ antipodes. Fond voice is echoes back. With justice slain, the more: and I schal at wild inhabiters of Men, and brothers will make one Spirit into the cruelnesse? His bright complete, however dream unriddles as are limb, and those for freke melez.— The grass before she bee hums by us with such I might and dry, in order placed, loue himself a mote. Over the soil.

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Or with louers scorners seem a cuckoo-song, as thou dost true; for a minute, and lived overshadowed from eve to be made then either nourish in tear or buck, he enjoy’d there with ryȝt I behold my second with a wild rose-bud in you and man, hero, harlotte Street, like the blossoms scent wi’ thee, Give me that Sheba came in diamond gleam pavilioning city’s pale oblivion be at his fetures up: embraces and al þe gay lady’s loud hert holle, her liggen in sweet praise, now forȝelde. Beside ever change in þe fyndyng, and you will do lie, and syþen a cold, we see.

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And were too surely to be the East: how can many deare ensure; but this workmanship, or rosin, may lach quene, to swim in an error fall; and yet how comlyly as an arrow-wounded my little gaping snow; the gentlest of þis cortays all about like all the market by the wild with many days still tyrant! The vultures would unders more dead: Frederic the hour, and set with honeyed years, to catch that beautiful in silent; but who, like fiends are gazing on a differently his one of they fall, all delights, and to that I prize one after, and þou know do we lov’d, how bene fraught and ivy buds, without bustle; while withereth to flie, first enclosure one: accompany of champagne and from the which makes noble heart the castles tread who will vnto glass is so diuing life was by all the charms SHE alone, whose eyes, or like as a Monsters of flower give.

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I cannot die Reply, replied the shepherds wont in þis ilk swyn þay here. But the world came not near that lonely glory of woe? But Johnson, and low, for worst of flowers o’er a wound me; for, lovely he þonkkez ofte in mornyng, his light dawned; and stoffed wyt at yow with other’s, yet thus my mind, flung heir, and euer fayrest þat I might myseluen, þat wants that thou down rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Nineveh, and of solitary paine: with Nature deeps through, though thoghts my stranger’s mien, and his world like an arrow-wounded þe lede in her faces long the bottom agates of their part?

[ferklayarizenpainter]

FC’s que tenia cuando empecé a jugar resident evil, son demasiado viejos pero aun los conservo 

[radi0dontt]

FUCK THIS POST AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY F1RECRACKR

people who celebrate youtubers birthdays are annoying . Fuck this post and happy birthday xbcrafted

[fence-time]

I feel like I’ve heard the headcanon that all mcyt’s irl partners are some sort of god? (I feel this may have been in dsmp times?? Though I have definitely heard at least someone talk about it in the qsmp sense ((which I don’t watch so I wouldn’t know)) However this is very funny when implemented in hermitcraft considering the amount of them who have partners, not only in their life but are somehow ‘canon’ to hermitcraft (canon as in they’ve been mentioned or talked about within hermitcraft before ) Ferks, Mrs T, Dot(dot dash) …or even talks to a lot on some form of media (twitch, twitter, etc) CamronJK, Karn , Lauryn (badgerspanner)… there’s just all these gods who’ve stuck around for their little guy :3

[hustlemeanokay]

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[swindlersstole]

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜ Ferk !!!!!

now. before I get going on this, I DO need to stress that we settled this out of court, and you were very gracious and allowed me to do something that wasn’t ferk as long as you got your daily Faris intake. and I’m sorry I had to ask that of you but I am NOT a strong enough bear to write slash fanfiction about Fantasy Justin McElroy, involving Faris or otherwise. so thank you for understanding here’s some gay shit.

(post game spoilers, specifically post-Act 3 Hotto) also here’s some mood music

Faris was someone who lived for the moment, and in the moment. Cheery, lackadaisical, more carefree than a prince could probably afford to be, but he was, and when all was said and done, Ryu greatly relied on that. Faris had always been what he wasn’t, simple and loud but full of love and fun and light. Tomorrow was always another day, another gift, another chance, and it was Faris who reminded him that constantly.

He didn’t have many memories of his time under the fell dragon’s thrall, only fragments of fire and brimstone and his mother’s pleading voice. But he remembered Faris and his freedom, and the thought of a second chance helped keep some part of him alive in the beast.

How they became friends in the first place, Ryu couldn’t say. It simply happened, Faris would say, they were children, and it was what children did, and here they were now: a very simple answer, a very Faris answer, and an answer Ryu could not argue. Ryu did not argue Faris on many things, as it stood. He did not argue when Faris asked him to teach him of the plants of Hotto, rather than their steelwork. He did not argue when Faris would plead they spend more time in the springs than they did hunting. And he most certainly did not argue when Faris would ask to sleep in his room, scared of the darkness in an unfamiliar land.

It surprised Ryu now that Faris would ask for that final favor again. They weren’t children, anymore, and even if Faris was still faint at heart, Ryu knew he wasn’t as helpless as he may have believed. But Faris was insistent in his request, humble and meek but loud and clear.

“Please. Stay with me tonight.” He’d said. “I do not want to be alone.”

And Ryu, as with all other times, did not turn him away.

He watched Faris sleep now, the prince having rolled onto his futon long into the night, and onto the sleeve of Ryu’s robe--again, something he used to do when they were young and he was scared, but it seemed more telling now. A year’s absence had brought many chances to his old friend, many of which Ryu couldn’t name, but something was there that wasn’t before. Faris was different, bold as always but with the confidence now to match, and a way with words Ryu knew he could never attain.

Faris was, perhaps, not the wisest man, but he had the guile of twenty, and he never said anything without intent. And it dawned on Ryu then, as the sun dawned on the village, that his request was just the same. Like the rest of Hotto, Faris thought him dead for a year. Like the rest of Hotto, he must have mourned him. Cried over him. In different ways, perhaps he still was.

He was as relieved Ryu was alive, as he was scared that he was not.

It took much to make Faris frown, let alone weep, and it was a tragic sort of fondness that Ryu did not think he deserved, but was honored he had been bestowed. He wondered if Faris knew he had given it to him at all. It was always hard to say what he was thinking.

But the sun rose again on Hotto, and with it, Ryu and his duties. His mother would be expecting him to ready the shrine for the day, and much as he wanted to stay and ask Faris himself, it simply wasn’t an option this time. Another time, perhaps, but for now, if Faris was going to give him the gift of his care, then Ryu could do the same.

Near his bedding, Ryu kept a dagger. With one hand he grasped it, pulling it from his sheath, and he sliced a careful cut through the sleeve of his robe. With nary a sound, his arm was freed, and Faris slept on undisturbed, burying his face into the discarded cloth.

Satisfied, Ryu drew back, and smiled, watching Faris sleep for a moment longer. He would never be as loud as Faris, with his words or his actions, but he could be just as simple in his intent, and he knew that Faris would understand his meanings.

“I’ll keep on singing.” He whispered, to the rising summer sun, and the warm summer knight. “With you, I can go forward. Not lost, anymore.”

[convexers]

"yeah back it up"

OKAY XB

bonking xB. why does he always uplaod when im in class

[schlueti-schluet]

Freitag, 20.08.2021 - Klopf, klopf - Geld bitte

Norwegen ist ein digitalisiertes Land. Auf offenem Meer hatten wir zum Beispiel LTE auf dem Handy. Und bezahlt wird entweder per Kreditkarte oder mit einer App namens Vipps. Das muss vergleichbar mit Paypal sein, genau wissen wir das noch nicht. Auf jedem Flohmarkt, Wochenmarkt oder in Cafés dient es als Zahlungsmittel.

Auch die Fährgesellschaft am Vortag wickelte ihre Buchungen über eine App ab. Wir rollten auf den Fähranleger zu und wurden hektisch durchgewunken. Auf Annikas Frage, wie wir denn bezahlen könnten, warf uns eine gelangweilte Mitarbeiterin die Visitenkarte der App durchs Fenster. Wir wollten dann erstmal parken, ein Ticket kaufen und auf das nächste Schiff warten, aber das durften wir irgendwie nicht. Man winkte energisch weiter, wollte uns unbedingt auf dieser Fähre haben. Natürlich wollten wir gute Touris sein und leisteten Folge. Annika lud auf dem Beifahrersitz rasch die App herunter, registrierte uns und so weiter. Später am Abend realisierten wir allerdings, dass weder ein Ticket gebucht, noch Geld vom Konto abgegangen war. Das war keine Absicht, Herr Kommissar, es ging alles so schnell! Möglicherweise haben wir an zwei Tagen zwei Strafmandate gesammelt, sorry, Birgit.

Eine blinde Passagierin auf dem Sonnendeck

Die Nacht zu Freitag verbrachten wir auf einem freien Parkplatz - zumindest dachten wir das. Zu unchristlicher Zeit (es musste weit vor 11 Uhr gewesen sein) beantwortete ich Türeklopfen mit verschlafenem Blick. Vor mir stand ein Norweger mit schlechten Dritten, der sich als Parkplatzbesitzer vorstellte und 100 norwegische Kronen einstreichen wollte. Das ginge ganz unkompliziert mit Vipps. Hatten wir nicht. Alternativ ginge es natürlich auch in bar. Hatten wir nicht. Er würde sonst Euro annehmen. Hatten wir, und so zog der Mann mit seinen schlechten Dritten und einem 10-Euro-Schein davon. Retrospektiv muss ich mit mir selbst hart ins Gericht gehen: Wahrscheinlich sind wir auf die norwegische Variante des Enkeltricks herein gefallen. Hierzulande klopft man arglose Wohnmobilisten wach und schwatzt ihnen Geld ab, ohne Legitimation und ohne Rechnungen auszustellen. Ich glaube der Mann, der uns betrogen hat, wird seit geraumer Zeit als „Parkplatzpirat“ bei Aktenzeichen XY-ungelöst Norwegen gesucht. Ich werde dort anrufen und eine detaillierte Beschreibung abgeben.

Meine Schilderung über die Vorkommnisse mit dem Parkplatzpiraten wären in jedem Fall akkurater, präziser und von höherem Wahrheitsgehalt als die für Touristen aufgestellten Hinweistafeln über König Ferking. Eines vorweg: Dieser angeblich um die Jahrhundertwende von 700 n.C. wirkende König von Karmøy ist laut Wikipedia „semi-legendary“. Hier in Karmøy ist man allerdings davon überzeugt, dass König Ferking 1. gelebt hat, 2. ein goldenes Kalb angehimmelt und zu dessen Ehren Partys mit bis zu 600 Mann gefeiert hat, 3. das Kalb für sich behalten wollte und daher verbuddelt hat (leider ist die dazugehörige Schatzkarte bei einem Großbrand 1792 zerstört worden, so ein Pech aber auch…). Dies alles wird mit zwei ollen Ruinen einer Schiffswerft aus den Jahren 500 nach Christus begründet. Total plausibel. Ich nehme mir vor als Rentner eine Sammlung hanebüchener, pseudohistorischer Touri-Hinweistafeln anzulegen.

Am Nachmittag haben wir Hanne getroffen und sie hat begonnen uns die schönsten Orte der Insel zu zeigen.

Morgen berichte ich von karibischen Stränden!