#found them walking out of a house together. the strong must protect the sweet etc etc

[veshialles]

woah. they are best friends!

[yandere-ac]

Hey buddy, do you know a channel named Etce? It's a guy that makes gameplays of Animal Crossing, and his favorite is Maple. It's so funny how he sounds low-key like a yandere for her, with made me imagine what it would be if we, the darlings were villagers, and maybe the yandere villagers played the role of humans trying desperately to cage us in their islands lol (like Audie being human and trying to take you with her) sorry, it's just so shitpost idea I hoped it made you laugh a bit tho :D

Yandere Human Audie x Villager Reader x Yandere Human Raymond

Rescue me

Another day in hell. That’s pretty much how life was for you nowadays. Each day you wished it would be your last and everyday just got worse and worse. Even if you wanted it all to end, you couldn’t. But let’s start from the beginning shall we? Your name is Y/N. You are a F/A villager who, unbeknownst to you, was a REALLY popular villager. People had online groups talking about just how badly they wanted you, people drew tons of art of you, some really cute, other a bit...questionable. Some people were even selling you for millions of bells. Of course, it all started small. So when a moderately big group of people on the internet started to talk about how cute you were and how they wanted you, you didn’t put much thought into it. You were very flattered at their compliments and left it at that.

However, once it came out that you would be signing up for the nook inc island getaway package, all hell broke loose. It was the day before the move when you decided that, why not check out the little fan group you had. As much as you hated to admit it, you did get a small boost in confidence from all the nice people who seemingly liked you. And right now you were pretty nervous about the whole move. So you quickly typed in your name into your phone and searched up. Your eyes widened at what you saw once you hit search.

947 619 results in 0,8921 seconds. What the hell?! Why did your name have so many results?! This...this had to be some weird coincidence, I mean, maybe you just shared a name with a popular actor who just blew up. Yeah that’s probably it. But all rational thought left you head once you saw that the little group was now the top result, and the little group wasn’t so little anymore. No, quite the opposite. It had gone from maybe about 5000 people to around 230 000 people. Each and every one of them, praising you, talking about how much they loved you. Some of them even wrote out detailed descriptions of what they would do with you if they found you, things that made your face flush scarlet red, why in the world would someone write that?! What reason did they have?! You felt disgust and discomfort flow throughout your body. Now feeling even worse than how you felt before! Should you even move?! What if you encountered one of these weirdos?!

Yet, you still went. You couldn’t exactly cancel your flight now could you? You’ve already sold your home and you couldn’t buy it back. You just hoped that you didn’t get paired up with a crazy person. And still, it would seem like luck wasn’t on your side.

Knock knock knock

Oh god.

“Y/N! Good morning my sweetheart!” And so, it began. You turned to look at the human in front of you, trying to push down your instincts to whimper and tremble. You had found it easier when she believed you weren’t horrified of her. Last time you shook in her presence she came very close to you and asked what was wrong. When you told her she was scaring you she simply picked you up and carried you to her house. There she spent the next 3 hours spooning and cuddling you, whispering various things in your ears all while you quivered in her arms, terrified of what she would do. Who was this woman? Why it was the island representative, Audie. The girl had long orange hair that went down to her waist and blonde bangs. On her head rested a pair of white sunglasses with purple glass, she never really used them for sun protection so you guessed it was for the aesthetic. She had yellow eyeshadow and winged eyeliner, bringing out her intense blue eyes. Eyes that would strike fear and dread throughout your entire body once they made contact with yours. She was wearing the same tropical muumuu that she always wore. Audie was looking at you with a big smile on her face. You would be lying if you didn’t say that she was a very beautiful girl. But all that beauty was overshadowed by a possessive and clingy nature. She was crazy, she saw you as hers and would make sure you belonged to her and her only. She seemed normal enough when you, her and a third islander moved to the island together. A little strange but still very bubbly and happy to be around you. You probably should’ve realised that she was one of your fans sooner than you did.

She would get annoyed when you hung out with the other resident, Kevin, a yellow bird. Soon you started to see her hitting him with a net, telling him to get out of the island along with other horrible things. And you realised that the more you tried to comfort and hang out with him the more Audie would hit him. You didn’t know what to do. You would report this behaviour to Isabelle but she told you that there was nothing she could do since Audie was the island rep. She was untouchable, and so, you could only helplessly stand back as Kevin was being harassed. You knew if you tried to intervene, Audie might do something more drastic. The whole situation was bad and apparently even Tom Nook has privately told Kevin that it might be for the best if he moved out.

All of the abuse led to Kevin finally moving out. You felt bad for the poor guy. But you were even more scared of Audie. What was truly scary was the fact that Audie had acted nothing but sweet around you. Giving you cute outfits and accessories and furniture. In a way it scared you more than if she would be hitting you as well. Because she was honestly terrifying when she acted nice around you. She would be unaware of how strongly she came off while near you. As a result she would usually be oblivious to your fear of her, which would result in very little personal space and a lot of touching. Not anything inappropriate, no, touching your shoulder, twiddling with your hair, stroking your arm, even giving big hugs that would shake you to your core. She was so much bigger than you, so to have her overpower you like that, you felt completely helpless in her strong grip. She could do anything and you would be powerless to stop it. And that’s why she was so much scarier when nice. She would practically drown you in affection that you did not want. Yet she either didn’t care or didn’t notice.

Going back to present day however. Audie was now walking towards you and you could feel yourself Yelp as she grabbed your hand and kissed you on the cheek. “H-Hello sweetheart...” you didn’t want to call her that, it’s literally that you couldn’t NOT say that. She changed your catchphrase to “Honey” and your nickname for her to “sweetheart”. So you had no choice but to call her that. You could feel your hands start to shake slightly and you tried to make it stop, but that only made you tense up in your whole body as trying to calm your nerves only made them worse. Audie was quick to notice this. “Oh? Why Y/N, your shaking. Is something wrong?” What do you say what do you say? “N-No I’m fine! I uh...I’m just a little cold that’s all...” you probably should have said something else as once she heard this, Audies eyes lit up and instantly you knew you weren’t gonna like this. “Awe you poor thing. Here let me help you!” And so, she lifted you up in her arms and carried you to your bed, where she proceeded to spoon you. At this point you figured you might as well not hold back, as long as she thought you were just cold and not afraid. And so, your whole body started to tremble. No matter how many times she did this, it would never be any less scary. “Oh my. Your shaking very bad. You must be absolutely freezing! Looks like we’ll be here for a while.” Shit.

But this sort of suffocating intimacy was not even the worst part of Audie. As island representative, she was the only one who could build and terraform the island. And she used that for bad things. The first thing she did when she found out she could move houses was to move yours next to her. After that, she completely surrounded both of your houses with a fence. Audie could exit the “yard” anytime, all she needed to do was pick up a part of the fence and put it down. But you, you were stuck. You could not get out and could only watch the island from inside your little “enclosure”. She also started to decide what you should wear. Sometimes she would give you cute clothing, things that you actually enjoyed wearing and felt comfortable with. Other times...other times she would give you skimpy outfits that barely covered you and made you feel very uncomfortable. At times like that you felt grateful no one else could see you. It was only you and Audie. But that didn’t exactly make you feel good. Anytime you wore them, Audie would squeal and blush and inspect you. She would walk circles around you, like a wolf circling a terrified bunny. Just waiting to pounce on it and sink it’s teeth into the poor critter. Luckily, Audie has never done anything...like that to you. She at least respected you enough to not force you to do anything. And that was at least a comfort for you. It was one of the very few comfort you had.

However, you weren’t ALWAYS trapped. Sometimes, Audie would hold a strange sort of...event? It’s very weird. She would open the fence and let you wonder around but shortly after you could see people arriving through the airport and drop off hundreds of Nook mile tickets. It would be insane to see how much they would give Audie. And at first you didn’t know why, you were aware of the fact that some people sold their villagers, but from what you knew, Audie didn’t do that. It was only later that you realised why they were here. They were here for you. They would pay up to 200 nmt just so they could get an hour of talking with you. You thought that was really weird, but to be honest, you didn’t mind it at all. It was the only time you could walk around the island and you could even talk to other people. Those other people being the paying humans of course. But it was nice, you enjoyed talking to some of them. You didn’t particularly like the humans that would only gush about you, telling you how much they loved you, and only asking you about stuff over and over again. It was just tiresome and very annoying. But every now and again there would be the humans that would talk to you like a normal person. Those were your favourites. Out of everyone, three humans stood out to you.

The first one was a girl. She was pretty short, maybe a few inches taller than you. She had light brown skin with freckles and blond hair. Her eyes were big and said hair was tied up in two pigtails. She was wearing a beige layered tank dress that looked very cute. Her name was Coco. She used to see you all the time. She was a frequent costumer, but then one day she just...stopped coming. Maybe she ran out of tickets, maybe she just lost interest, or maybe she found or bought her own Y/N. Yeah, that was a concept that made you really freaked out. The fact that there was apparently a bunch of copies of you out there. It happens to everyone who buys the nook inc getaway package. Either way, it didn’t matter. She stopped showing up, and you never saw her again.

The second one was a tall chubby man with yellow curly hair and a brown moustache. His skin tone was a bright shade of yellow. His eyes were kinda narrow but you could still see his very prominent blue eyes. He was always wearing a red ringmasters coat, always wearing it with such pride, you thought it was very cute. His name was Chops. Chops was always very nice to you. He would treat you well and act like a gentleman, sometimes it would come off as a bit weird but you knew his intentions were good. But after one visit where he asked if you would ever like to see his island, you never saw him again. And you were really excited as well...you thought that you could get away from this place but...apparently not. You didn’t believe that he just stopped going here like Audie said. By now you were smart enough to know that Audie wouldn’t let ANYTHING like that fly. You see, she kept a close eye anytime someone was there to visit. It was all part of the deal. They would get to come and hang out with you just as long as she was there with you. She would of course stand back a little, giving you and the customer some space. But never the less, she would be there, watching.

And the third person was a tall skinny guy named Raymond. Out of all three, Raymond was probably your favourite. He was around the same age as you, maybe a year or two older. He was very pale, you got the impression that he wasn’t exactly the type of person to tan. He would wear a grey waistcoat with a blue tie. His hair was blond and very neatly kept, he was very adamant about being precise. He wasn’t a neat freak per say. But he wanted things to stay orderly. But one of the most captivating things about him was his eyes. He had heterochromia, his right eye was brown and his left eye was green. On top of his eyes were a pair of glasses. And although he himself had said that he didn’t like his eyes, you thought they were beautiful. And anytime you would say that, you could see his face heat up as he muttered a thank you. You really liked Raymond, and you got the feeling he liked you as well. You liked him a lot more than Audie and you hoped she didn’t figure that out. Because once that happened, Raymond would probably get thrown out and not be allowed to see you.

Luckily, you don’t think she suspected anything. She seemed to trust Raymond since she left you two alone when he was over for no extra charge. It was amazing really, you don’t know how he did it but he apparently got her to trust him. And you were grateful for that. Because you and Raymonds conversations were usually the most genuine out of all your interactions.

“Hey Raymond? Could I ask you something?” You asked the guy sitting next to you. The two of you were sitting under a cherry tree near by the beach. He looked at you with a smirk. “Of course you can! You can tell me anything my dear Y/N.” As he said this, you could feel a smile form on your lips. He was always so sincere with you. “Okay so...how many tickets have you spent visiting me? A lot right? Why wouldn’t you just save up those tickets to buy or go for a villager hunt to find a copy of me? Wouldn’t that be easier than spending so much just to get an hour of speaking time with me?” This so something that had bugged you for a while. You didn’t understand this man. Why would he spend so much just to talk to you? Raymond let out a deep chuckle at this, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose slightly before looking at you.

“It’s because, my dear Y/N. I don’t want a “copy of you”. I want to hang out with the real you, you who are living on this island. You mean a lot to me, and to see you not remember me...well it wouldn’t feel right...” he said. You could feel tears prickle your eyes. Did he really mean that? Did he care so much about you? “Woah woah what’s wrong?! Was it something I sa-“ before he could finish that sentence, he could feel two small arms wrap around his waist. You were now crying into his chest, with him awkwardly trying to comfort you by patting your back. “Hey now, don’t cry. It’s okay-“ “No no it’s not! You don’t understand!” But as you said this, Raymond pulled you out from his chest, grabbing your shoulders as he stroked one of your cheeks with his hand. “But I wanna understand! Please Y/N! If there’s something going on, I want to know so I can help! Just...please...tell me what’s going on? I care about you Y/N...” as he said that you could feel your heart skip a beat. Should you....

And so, you told Raymond about the whole thing. You told him about Audie, about Kevin, about the strict rules. About everything. You tried to keep your breath steady but it was hard as all your emotions spilled out. Once you were done it was easy to see the disgust that lingered on Raymond’s face. You didn’t blame him. It wasn’t exactly the lightest thing to process. But after a few minutes of silence, Raymond grabbed your shoulder and looked at you with a serious yet sad look. “Y/N I-.....I’m so sorry....I didn’t know how bad Audie was and I-....I’ve been supporting her...I’ve been paying her nmt just so I could see you. I’ve been giving her the satisfaction and encouraged by directly contributing to-“ before he could continue you grabbed his hands. Raymond looked down at you and got the message. Right now there were more important things to dissolve rather than blaming someone. “Okay okay...you’re right. Well what can I do? Do you need anything?” He asked you. You didn’t know. Should you...yes. “Take me away from here.” You said short and simply. “What?” Raymond responded, making sure what he heard was real and not something he imagined. “Take me away from this hellhole! I don’t wanna live here! To Audie, I’m just some toy for her enjoyment. I don’t want to live here! I don’t want to live here! I don’t-“ Raymond quickly pulled you in for another hug. Both to comfort you, and to silence you. He didn’t want Audie to hear... “Okay okay. Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here Y/N....” Raymond got quiet for a few seconds, almost like he’s considering something. “Come to my island. You’ll be safe there and I’m sure my residents would love you.” He told you, gently stroking your cheek. “Thank you Raymond. Thank you so much!” “Of course Y/N. I promise you. I WILL get you out of here...”

And so, the two of you started planning. Planning on what to do, planning on how you’d do it. There was barely any time left for Raymond’s visits so he agreed to come back the next day. You and Audie waved goodbye to him as he entered the airplane and left the island. Audie grabbed your hand as she looked down at you. “Did you guys have fun? What did you guys talk about?” She was acting and talking very sweetly but you knew what that question meant. It wasn’t “I’m interested in what you discussed” it was “I’m paranoid and need to know what you were doing without me.” But by now you were used to these questions and knew how to get around them. “Oh you know, just life in general. He talked a little about how his island is going and I talked about my life. I told him about the delicious peach pie you made last week.” Any and all suspicion that Audie had melted away once you aged her a compliment. You knew that if you ever wanted to change the subject or get away with something, you needed to sprinkle in a compliment. And just like always, Audie let all of her guard down. “Aww! That’s so sweet of you! I love you so much!!!” And just like most times, she wrapped you up in a big hug. You tried to steady your breathing as you responded to her. “I love you to...” and you stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Audie released you. “Well I just wanted to say, this was the last visit! I’ve got so many Nook mile tickets now that I don’t even need any more! So you don’t have to interact with these weirdos anymore! And guess what? The first thing I’m gonna do is fix up our home. Maybe I can convince good old Tom Nook to give us that big Villa so we can live in the same house! Imagine it, we could hare the bed, I could hold you every night. We would eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together! I could spend my mornings and nights with you! Oh just thinking about it is making me all giddy!”

As she said this, you could feel your whole body tense up. Your eyes went wide and you felt all the air escape your lungs. You wanted to cry, to scream, to yell out for help. But only meekly whimpers came out of your throat. “Oh darling, you’re so happy you can hardly breathe! Well don’t you worry dear. There’ll be plenty of celebration time later!” “N-N-NONONO! H-Hold up i-why...why can’t we celebrate a little tonight? W-why don’t I...sleep at your house tonight? I-I mean if we’re gonna sleep together, we might as well start getting more accustomed to it...” as you said this, you could see Audies face turn into a shade of dark red. It seemed the two of you had very different ideas of what you would be doing once you shared a bed. Of course, nothing happened later that night, just you asleep in Audies arms. Her grip on you was very strong. To get out, you had to slither your way away from her, it took about 30 minutes to do this as any time you made a slight movement, Audie started groaning and moving. You had to be careful, if she woke up it was game over. Once you were free of her grip, you carefully searched the whole room for her phone, making sure not to step on any creaking floor boards in the process. After about 3 minutes, you found it lying on the nightstand next to Audie. So carefully, you approached it and picked it up from the table. Now walking out of the room, preparing to rummage through it. You entered all messaging apps and looked through them all to find Raymond. Finally you found a conversation between Audie and Raymond on an app called “Discord”. You wasted no time, quickly typing in a message for him. You just hoped he would be awake at this time...

“Raymond? Is this you? It’s Y/N. I’ve taken Audies phone. She’s planning on stopping the visits and she’s gonna limit my freedom even further. Please I need your help.” As you sent this you felt even more panic rush over you. The reality of the situation hasn’t quite settled in yet but now? Now you truly realised what could happen if Raymond didn’t help you. Your hands started to shake and your eyes filled with tears, it was getting harder and harder to breathe quietly. You needed to get out of the house before Audie heard you! But just as you opened the door you could feel the phone vibrate. It was Raymond! Before you opened the text, you quickly went out of the house, making sure to carefully close the door. After that you ran towards the big fence, it was higher than your entire body. But you couldn’t stay here. Looking around you saw a tree stump with a sharp golden axe lodged into it. Should you? You have no other choice! So you ran towards the axe, picking it up with struggle. And then, with all your might, all the pent up fear and anger, you struck the fence with force. After maybe two swings you had broken up a small part that you could fit through. And so, you ran, you ran to the beach near dodo airlines. Picking up the phone to look at the new message.

“Y/N?”

“Okay calm down, we’ll figure this out...I made a promise to help you and I’ll be damned if I don’t keep that promise.”

“What if I double the amount of nmt to see you? Would that work?”

You thought about it. But no. Audie wouldn’t care. “No, that’s not gonna work, Audie probably has ten thousands of tickets by now...” And after about 20 seconds you got a reply. “I’ve got it! Why don’t you go to the dodo airport, open the gates and tell me the dodo code!” This....this could actually work! You wiped your tears away and quickly replied. “Yes! I’ll go do it right now!” And with that, you quickly ran into the dodo airlines. You asked Orville to open the gates and that you wanted visitors, and after a quick weird look he complied, telling you the dodo code. He was probably not used to villagers wanting to go but it wasn’t exactly any rules against it. You pulled out your phone to text Raymond, he had left a message to you. “Alright! Let me go to the airport!” You smiled to yourself as you read this. Is this it? Are you really gonna escape? You texted him back. “The dodo code is B2GT7.” And now you just had to wait. You sat down on one of the stools in the airport, twiddling your thumbs as you waited. But then. Something awful happened.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” You quickly turned around in shock to see the person you wanted to see the least. It was Audie, standing in the doorway. Her hair was disheveled and she looked this close to snapping. Your whole body started to shake more violently then it had ever done. “A-A-Audie?! I-I-I ca-an exp-plain!” You couldn’t keep your voice steady as you hastily backed up against Orvilles desk. Orville was looking at the both of you, very concerned but mostly scared. “YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT HERE!!! ESPECIALLY AT THE DODO AIRLINES! WERE YOU GONNA FLY AWAY AND LEAVE ME!!!!” Audie was now approaching you at a rapid pace. It didn’t take long before she was towering above you. “I really thought I could trust you Y/N! But it seems I’ve been giving you to much freedom. Until we get the shared house, you’re gonna be locked inside my house!” As she said this, she grabbed a hold of your arm and started dragging you

away, you were punching and trying to pry off her hand but it wouldn’t budge. Once you were outside of the airport Audie continued. “Maybe I’ll have to put the new basement to use. Yeah, until we get the shared house, you’ll be chained up in my basement. I can’t trust you on the main floors, they have windows and I wouldn’t want you to escape again!” Once you heard this, adrenaline kicked in to the max. You used all your strength to kick Audie in the shin. She instantly released you to grab her leg. Letting out strings of grunts and curse words. You tried to run back to the airport again but Audie tripped you and grabbed your legs. Now dragging you back to the house. You tried to grab onto anything, digging your nails into the ground. But nothing slowed her down, she was determined to take you with her. So you cried out for help. Hoping that someone, ANYONE would hear.

And just then you could hear footsteps approaching and Audie letting out a grunt. Suddenly, her grip on your feet released and you could hear a big thud. Turning around, looking back, you could see Raymond. He was leaning over Audie, two hands pressed against her throat. He was strangling her! You quickly ran up to him and tried to pry him off. “Raymond no! Stop! Please stop!” He looked at you, hate in his eyes, yet none of that hate directed at you. You gave him a pleading look. And so, Raymond stood up. Taking his hands off her throat. Audie immediately started to cough, desperately trying to get air back into her lungs after it being forced out. Raymond wasted no time however. Grabbing your hand and running off to the airport. He slammed his hands onto the desk that’s Orville say by. “TAKE US AWAY FROM HERE! NOW!!!”

The flight home was very quiet. Neither of you wanted to bring up what happened before you left. Raymond felt ashamed over himself. He decided to try to break the silence. “Listen I-“ “you tried to kill her...” He didn’t know how to respond in a way that wouldn’t make him sound like a psycho. “...yeah...I did...I’m...im sorry Y/N. I tried to stop myself, but right then, that moment. When I saw how horrified you looked...I guess the adrenaline took over...a-and I know that’s not a valuable excuse! I know that! What I did was inexcusable! But...I don’t know, I guess I just lost control...” as he said this, you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I don’t care what happens to Audie. I care about what COULD have happened to you. What if she got loose and attacked you?! What if someone saw it and called reinforcement!? Do you really think I’m worth going to jail for!?” You turned around to look at him as you said this. There were tears flowing through your eyes. Raymond cupped your cheeks with his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. He looked into your eyes and leaned closer, kissing your forehead. “You’re worth dying for Y/N...”

After maybe 2 minutes of flying you finally arrived at Raymonds island. Salamacis. You always liked that name and this would be the first time you ever visited Salamacis. The island was still very bright. It appeared to be around 5pm at the island when you arrived, and as the plane flew closer to the ground you could see the decor of Salamacis. It was beautiful, the entire island was decorated in a very classical manner. The ground was covered with stone paths except for the flower gardens full of white and black flowers. There were full of zen gardens everywhere, In fact the whole place screamed of “Zen”. It was very nice. You could also see the occasional islander running around. Some of them saw the plane and waived, some of them even ran after the plane. And sure enough, as you and Raymond walked out of the airplane, A small group of villagers had gathered around you. They all looked curiously at you. Your grip on Raymond’s hand tightened, but Raymond stroked it gently with his thumb, trying to calm you down. He let go as he walked toward them all, with you following behind him. “Everyone! This is my friend Y/N! She’s going to be living here from now on! I want you all to treat her with respect and kindness. As she is a new addition to the family.” Everyone was quiet for a few seconds before a small rabbit ran up to you. She was black with a few white spots here and there and had a black tuff of hair on her head right between her ears. She was wearing a black box skirt uniform and a black beret. “Hello! I’m Mari! Welcome to Salamacis! You’re Y/N huh? We’ve heard so much about you! If you want we can give you an island tour!” “Yeah! Let’s give them a tour!” “Follow us!” They all said as they ran away, you felt much easier as you ran after them. But you stopped midway and ran to Raymond. “Thank you Raymond. Thank you for everything.” And with that, you gave him a quick pick on the cheek and ran after the others. You got a feeling that you were gonna enjoy it here. Meanwhile, Raymond was standing by the airport wide eyed and blushing like crazy.

“So we don’t actually have an open plot for you to live in...so you’re gonna have to sleep in my house.” Raymond said as he led you up the stairs to the bedroom. “I know that it sucks that you just got out of the Audie situation and now still have to share house with someone, but don’t worry! I’m gonna sleep downstairs on the couch!” As he said this, you two arrived in the main bedroom. Just the mere sight of it made you let out a small “woah” to which Raymond laughed slightly. He thought your amazement was adorable. The room had a king sized bed in the middle, with a big fluffy rug under it. You went up to it and sat on the bed. The blanket was made with a soft material and the mattress was so comfortable that you practically fell into it once you sat down on it. You immediately laid down, basking in the comfortable material as you stretched. “So, again, if you need anything, and I mean ANYTHING, feel free to come down and ask. Alright? Goodnight Y/N.” And so, as you got down under the blanket, Raymond turned to walk down the stairs. “A-Actually Raymond? There is one thing I wanted to ask...” as you said this, Raymond made a total 180 and looked at you. “Yeah?” “Would you...would you sleep with me tonight?” Once you asked this, Raymond’s eyes went wide, it looked like there was about a thousand thoughts going through his head. “Y-yeah! Of course!” And so, he walked up to you. Lifting up the blanket and laid next to you. You crawled up to him, embracing him. And he did the same, he was wearing a silk rope with some imperial print. It felt very comfortable. You rubbed your face against him, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. “Goodnight Raymond....I love you...” and just like that. You were out like a candle. Raymond felt his heart beat faster. You...loved him?

“...hhhehheh....hehehe, oh Y/N...” Raymond laughed quietly to himself. He had you, he finally had you! After months of searching! After thousands of Nook mile tickets! At first, he just wanted one of you. But when he found out that you were the original you! That made him interested in you specifically. And that interest only grew and grew until it became a monster-like obsession. He wanted you, he needed you. He was gonna do everything it took to get you. When he attacked Audie, he went in full intention to murder her. Such a disgusting individual! How dare she treat you like nothing but a mere pet! Raymond felt ashamed for what he did, not because he regretted it, but because he did it in front of you. You should never have had to see that side of him. But not to worry, you would never ever HAVE to see him like that again! Now that you lived here with him there was nothing that could come between you and him! He was gonna treat you so much better than Audie did. You would be allowed to walk around freely! Talk to anyone you wanted! Dress in any way you wished! If he found you at the Ables sisters and you wanted the 1 000 000 bell crown? He would buy it! No questions asked! He would even let YOU decide where to place your house once you got it! ...but there’s no rush. If he could have you like this, next to him, for a few more weeks...maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing...he knew that he would eventually have to let you move out into your own home. After all, he just said that he wouldn’t be like Audie. But maybe a little bit more time with you wouldn’t hurt. You wouldn’t mind! The proof was right in his arms. He didn’t even suggest that he slept next to you, yet you still asked for it! And you said you loved him! Oh you were gonna be so happy here! He was gonna make sure of that. He’s your friend. Your saviour. The one who’ll always be there. The one who’ll always have time for you.

The one who rescued you.

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Oh was this a shitpost idea? How about I turn it into a 6 0 0 0 W O R D F I C ? No but for real. This is probably one of my favorite ones. It was such an interesting idea and like...I got so much inspiration. Also sorry to the anon that wanted a wholesome happy ending. It’s more of a bittersweet ending. But if you feel bad for Y/N, I don’t think Raymond is gonna do anything since Y/N is pretty much in love with him. There. Happy ending! So yeah...more Raymond :D wooo! Hope y’all are hungry because I am serving some food! This time featuring friends as the villagers beck didn’t want to come up with villagers myself!

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dazed and Confused (Part 6)

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: This series has been on Ao3 only for awhile now and I am finally reposting here as well. It’s not new but it may be new to you. Please enjoy!...

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You figured telling the boys about Mary, going through the files on her murder, on Jack’s father, on the fake distress call, all of that would be the worst part about telling them their father killed their mother.

It was nothing compared to the silence when you finished speaking. Sam, the tallest, biggest guy you’d ever met, a strong man that could handle anyone and anything if it came down to it...he was as white as a ghost, staring at the table, scrunching up his face in a million different combinations.

“He wants to kill me,” breathed out Sam, Dean’s hardset jaw relaxing when he saw Sam looking to his right, scared puppy dog eyes that belonged on a little kid on full display. “Wh-What’d I do wrong? Why’s he...Dean, what’d I do? Why…”

“Shh, Sammy,” said Dean, grabbing Sam and pulling him into his chest, running his hand up and down his back. “You’re alright. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

“You were right. Mom...it was my fault,” mumbled Sam, Dean grimacing and dropping his head on Sam’s shoulder, holding onto his little brother tight.

“No Sammy. None of that was your fault. Mom was not your fault,” said Dean, shushing Sam. “I’m so sorry I ever said that to you. I didn’t mean it. One of the worst days of my life was saying that...but it’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna protect you, Sammy. I’m not going to let him…”

Dean scrunched up his face, burying his head in Sam’s shoulder as you turned and left, giving them their space to get things out without your prying eyes around.

“Hey,” said Dean, poking you on the shoulder from where you were half asleep on the ground outside. “Time for you to go home and get some shut eye.”

“Are you guys okay?” you asked, Sam walking through the doorway with a yawn. He shared a look with Dean, both boys smirking. “Stupid question.”

“We’re...us two are going to be okay,” said Sam, patting Dean’s back. “The dad stuff might take some time.”

“Y/N...Sam needs to stay here with me,” said Dean, glancing at Sam’s car. “We need you to take Sam’s car back to his apartment and make your way home from there. Unseen preferably.”

“You think John’s going to...go after Sam again,” you said, Sam looking anywhere but at you, Dean nodding.

“Sammy doesn’t have field experience or training. I’m going to spend the day showing him a few things after we crash for a few hours but-”

“He needs you. I get it,” you said with a smile as you stood up. “I’m a big girl, boys. I can handle myself.”

“I know. I also know you need to be extremely careful. We don’t know if you’re a target. But we can’t go and investigate, not with dad around,” said Dean.

“I’ll find something on him,” you said. “I’ll get it.”

“We never...Sam and I and Jack...we never found anything,” said Dean.

“Sam, your house key to your dad’s place is on your car keys, right?” you asked. Both boys shook their heads. “I’m investigating this now. I have to do the footwork for us. I’m going in that house.”

“If dad got a hold of you…” said Dean.

“This ain’t my first rodeo,” you said.

“We can’t risk you, Y/N. We should all get some sleep for a few hours and then meet back up at eleven to go over a game plan, alright? We’ll trash the signs out front and crash in the breakroom until Y/N swings back later,” said Sam.

“I like that plan much better,” said Dean, Sam tossing you his car keys.

“Okay,” you said with a sigh. “Get some rest boys. I’ll bring lunch by for you.”

It’d been about seven months since you were last in the Winchester home, John hosting some kind of work dinner thing that made you question in the morning why people drank Tequila in the first place. You slipped in through the front door like you belonged, the Winchesters thankfully not ones for having nosy neighbors. The place looked the same as when you’d last been there but something was missing in the home.

It was cold. The air was cool but just the space itself felt off, not that the Winchester home was ever particularly inviting. You remembered the first time Dean invited you over it was the same way. It was your winter break of Freshman year. Dean had finally gotten up the guts to ask you out after nearly a whole semester of this weird undercurrent between you two. You met at orientation and became such natural friends it was only a matter of time before one of you couldn’t stand the constant butterflies.

You’d been dating a few weeks and Dean invited you to come up for dinner, spend the weekend with him and his little brother before you drove back to school together. It seemed like a great idea at the time. The image of a tiny Sam Winchester opening the door still made you laugh, back when you were the same height and he had a little grin on his face.

“You must be Dean’s girlfriend,” he said, opening the door with a smirk. “I can take your coat.”

“Ah, so you’re a polite little shit, Sam,” you said back, Sam’s eyes widening a moment before he looked away shyly. “Dean’s a polite big shit. Runs in the family. I’m Y/N.”

“Dean’s at the grocery store,” said Sam, taking your coat and setting your bag down by the base of the stairs. “Our dad had to work.”

“That’s okay,” you said with a smile, picking up your boots when you were finished getting them off, Sam showing you where to put them. “You been having fun having Dean back home?”

“Yeah, I miss him,” said Sam, whipping his head around. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“As long as you don’t tell him I told you he misses you too,” you said, Sam cocking his head. “Our secret.”

“He does?” asked Sam, picking up your bag, carrying it up the stairs with you on his tail.

“Duh. He talks about you all the time,” you said, poking your head in the bedroom Sam entered, finding it much tidier and clean than you were used to seeing in Dean’s dorm. “You should come visit us at school sometime. I know Dean would love it.”

“Yeah, maybe we can do that,” he said, perking up.

“Sammy!” you heard Dean shout from downstairs, Sam taking off and out of sight before you even got to the landing. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Back here,” you said with a wave, Dean smirking as you walked into the kitchen. “Sam’s been a very gracious host.”

“I knew he would be,” said Dean, bending down and kissing you, biting his bottom lip when he turned away. “Drive up safe?”

“Yup. I’m starving though,” you said, Sam pulling out a pot of the cabinet. “Woah, I’m not that starving, Sam.”

“Dad’ll get off shift soon. We’ll have dinner done by the time he’s home,” said Dean, ripping open a package of chicken. “Sammy you doing the green beans?”

“Unless you want to,” said Sam, filling up the pot with water.

“That’s really sweet, you two cooking dinner for you dad,” you said, helping put away the other groceries as best you could.

“Yeah,” said Dean with a smile. “Sammy I got the beans. You show Y/N how to help set the table up for me.”

Only now could you see that it wasn’t sweet. The prim and proper was all too perfect. Dean had kept you and Sam out of the house as much as possible that weekend and he started inviting Sam up to college with you. Once you moved in together, Sam started staying for weeks at a time and then the whole summer. It was too obvious now that those boys didn’t like being in that house, even if they never said anything.

You went straight up the stairs, catching a clock that it was the middle of the morning shift, giving you at least an hour before you had to leave in case John came home for lunch. You went down to the master bedroom but stopped and spun around, going back to Dean’s bedroom. If he wanted to pin anything on Dean, it’d likely be in there.

But it was Dean’s room. You’d helped him pack up the space years ago, knew there wasn’t a spot in there Dean wouldn’t have seen at some point or knew about.

You knelt down on the ground and shined your flashlight through the heat vent, nothing but dust and cobwebs in there. You opened up the empty closet, popping open the attic crawl space at the top, nothing up there either but a bit of installation.

“John where would you hide implicating evidence…” you said, eyes darting around the room, cocking your head. “Better question, where would a scared 15 year old hide implicating evidence…”

You glanced at Dean’s bed, staring at the bedframe. You ducked your head underneath, shining your flashlight at the supports, the head and foot boards.

A door opened downstairs and slammed shut, a sigh in the air. You pulled your legs and body under the bed, clicking off your flashlight in one quick motion as you held your breath.

“Stupid fucking coffee spills,” muttered John in the hall, his footsteps going past the open door. You heard him fumble about in the master bedroom, stopping in the hallway a minute later. You swallowed, watching his feet turn in the direction of Dean’s room.

You tried to keep your breathing even when he stepped inside, throwing a hand over your mouth when he headed for the bed.

And he sat down.

And then laid down.

You were so fucked.

After five minutes, you decided either John knew you were there or he’d fallen asleep. After twenty, you were pretty sure he was out cold, for some reason deciding that was a good place for a nap in the middle of his work day.

His phone rang out of the blue, John grunting awake as he answered.

“What?...Bobby...Jack’s a good cop, just work with him...sure, he’s bubbly like a fresh puppy but Y/N is taking a leave of absence...because she nearly died a few days ago Bobby that’s why...she’s tough...the Dean thing might have messed her up and I own that...I want her to take some time off and get her head on straight...yeah...mhm...I’ll be back soon,” said John, sighing as he hung up the phone. “Jackass.”

John swung his legs over the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees, back to you. You stared wide eyed as he leaned down, staring under the dresser, reaching a hand under the small gap there.

“Come on you piece of shit,” said John, reaching his hand around, pulling back with an oof, a padded envelope with frayed duct tape on the ends in his hands. He held it with both hands, peeling open the top part, enough for you to see there was something of substance in it with the way it bulged, definitely the size and shape of a knife.

All he had to do though was lean his head down another inch and glance right. If it was a knife, you weren’t sure you’d be able to get your gun out in that position before he used it on you.

John sat back on his heels and flapped the tape back down, standing with the envelope, the front door slamming shut a minute later.

You were out the back door and two streets over before you stopped shaking.

“Y/N,” said Sam when you came by the metal factory at lunchtime, lips pursed at the sight of you. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I got to tell you guys something.”

“Never do that again,” said Dean, finding you in the break room on a couch, hands in your lap. “Understand?”

“Your dad’s got the knife. It had to be the knife,” you said. “Maybe he’s going to dump it.”

“Or plant it,” said Dean as he sat beside you. “Don’t ignore me. I want you to promise you’ll never go into something on your own like that again. Especially considering you said you wouldn’t.”

“I’m not a kid,” you said.

“I can’t see something bad happen to you,” said Dean, resting his hand on your thigh. “Okay? Us...and Jack...we’re a team so we got to decide these things together so we don’t get hurt.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Sammy and I were thinking this place might not be the best cover for us. It’s too big. There’s plenty of old farmhouses around no one can sneak up on,” said Dean. “Might be better.”

“Just find a safe-” you said, your phone ringing. “It’s your dad.”

“Just act normal,” said Dean, nodding before you answered.

“Hi John,” you said, trying to keep your voice light.

“Hey kid. I uh, I know last time we talked it was a bit heated and then the overdose and everything...I swung by your apartment to check on you but you weren’t home. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said.

“Yeah, John I’m good. I went for a drive, get some fresh air is all,” you said.

“You want to grab lunch? I’m paying,” he said. You glanced at Dean who reluctantly nodded his head.

“Sure. I can meet you at Ernie’s at noon if that sounds good with you,” you said.

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon kid,” said John. You hung up, Dean rubbing the back of his neck.

“Be careful,” said Dean.

“I know,” you said, kissing him on the cheek as you stood up, Dean staring up curiously. “Text me when you guys got a new hideout.”

“Y/N,” said John with a smile as you sat down at the booth he was in. “How you doing?”

“Better. Still a bit groggy from everything,” you said, John smiling.

“If...if you took the drugs yourself...that’s okay, kid. I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in,” said John. “I know I sent you out in the field and Dean attacked you and...I’m sorry. If he’s bad, he’s bad and even if he’s my son, I’ll put him away for everything he’s done.”

“I didn’t take the drugs, John,” you said, John looking you over, looking for signs you lying. “I’m telling the truth.”

“You don’t think...Dean could have…” said John, your face scrunching up. “You never know, Y/N.”

“I don’t know who did it,” you said, John nodding his head, seemingly satisfied for now. “I need some time off still to-”

“No, no, take all the time in the world. I know why you got into this job in the first place,” he said. “If you want out...I won’t make you stay.”

“Give me some time,” you said, John doing a damn good job of making you question all the pieces that fit together so well for being Mary’s killer. You forced yourself to remember that morning, taking a deep breath. “How’s Bobby treating Jack?”

“Oh, now that is a whole other story,” said John with a laugh. “So he called me this morning…”

“Y/N,” said Dean, a hand on your back as you ducked into the simple two story home the boys were squatting in. “How’d lunch go?”

“Good,” you said. “Jack meeting up with us tonight?”

“He texted and said he’d be here fifteen minutes ago,” said Dean, peeking his head outside.

“He’s not from around here, probably taking back roads so he isn’t seen,” you said, looking out at the dark road in front of the house.

Three hours later, Dean was ready to send out a search party.

“Relax,” you said, Sam sighing as he flipped shut a notebook. “Worrying won’t help.”

“Something’s wrong,” said Sam, tapping his fingers on the table. “That kid is never late.”

“I know. But-” you said, your phone ringing. “John, what’s-”

“Someone attacked Jack. He’s in ICU. I know you’re on your leave but I need you to come in kid,” said John.

“I’ll be at the hospital as soon as I can,” you said, Dean and Sam’s faces dropping. “How bad is he?”

“They aren’t sure he’ll make it. He was stabbed several times,” said John. “The weapon wasn’t at the scene so we’re still looking for it.”

“I’m coming as soon as I can,” you said, hanging up the phone. “Jack’s in bad shape. Touch and go from the sounds of it.”

“What happened?” asked Dean.

“A stabbing,” you said, Dean shaking his head. “I have to go. Jack’s my friend.”

“He has to know, dad has to know that Jack is investigating him,” said Dean.

“I’m the only one that isn’t FBI, the only one that isn’t officially on this thing. I have to try and get any information I can out of Jack,” you said.

“Sam, go with Y/N,” said Dean. “You can stay with Jack at the hospital and keep an eye on him if they’ll let you.”

“I thought Sam needed to stay here with you,” you said.

“He’s my big brother, not my keeper,” said Sam, grabbing his coat. “Let’s go.”

“You two…” said Dean, glancing back and forth. “Nobody get killed alright?”

“We’ll try our best not to.”

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A/N: Read Part 7 here!

[sooghostwriter]

Bodyguard

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre: Mature,  Romance, Angst (But not love angst), Smut in future chapters

Warnings: Main character under trauma.

Summary: Ae Ra is a singer who has been receiving threatening messages and letters for a while now, but she didn’t give them importance. Until one day the sender decides to act and kidnaps her. Its then when her agency decides that she needs protection, so they hired two bodyguards for her. Mister Do and Mister Park.

Chapter 1

“Thank you, everybody! I had a great night and I hope you did too, one of the reasons I love what I do is this, get to see all of you and share this amazing experience, so thank you, thank you to each one of you, take care on your way back home and I’ll see you all soon” The cheering from the public came to her as a strong burst. She bowed for the last time and walked out the stage waving at the sea of people that came to the last concert of her tour. As she walked to the backstage, everybody involved in the show came to great her. Dancers, band, make-up artist, stylist, everybody.

She walked into her dressing room where her manager gave her a long tight hug. She could swear he was crying. Everyone gets a bit emotional by the end of the tour. She changed into her street clothes, grabbed her bag and walked out her dressing room into the back door where her driver would be waiting for her.

She opened the door and there it was, her modern carriage waiting for her so she could go home and rest for a week. She dashed inside the car, waving at a group of fans who came to greet her. She threw her bags into the back seat and got inside the car, greeting at her usual driver “Goodnight Mister Yo, take me home please” She heard a chuckle coming from the front seat. She looked up, and she didn’t recognize the eyes reflecting in the front mirror “I don’t think I can do that Miss Ji” She didn’t know that voice. That taut, hoarse voice was completely unfamiliar to her. The driver turned on the ignition and started driving at an insanely fast speed. She started shouting, trying to pull down the windows. She knew this wasn’t right. This wasn’t just a change of drivers, which by itself was very strange. This new driver had other intentions. She had started looking for her phone when she lost consciousness. A hand came from behind and covered her nose and mouth with a wet piece of clothing. The sting of odor hurt her head and felt like fire up her nose. The last thing she registered was the screen of her phone showing that her call had been answered. She tried to scream but she couldn’t. Maybe her manager would suspect. Maybe some fans saw the strange behavior of the van. Maybe Mister Yo would arrive and noticed that her usual client wasn’t there waiting for him. There were at least 15.000 people on that Arena. Someone, just one person must have seen something. This was going to end. She would be alright.

+ Kyung Soo and Chanyeol walked into their boss office but he wasn’t there yet. His secretary told them to wait for him. Chanyeol started fidgeting with the tip of his tie as Kyung Soo remained composed as a statue “Aren’t you nervous?” He asked Kyung Soo “For what?” “Why they called us here, for example, our last job ended last week, what if there is no new client, you think they are going to fire us?” Kyung Soo remained calm, which made Chanyeol feel a little bit less worried, just a little bit “We have been working here for 5 years, I don’t think is convenient for them to fire us, they would have to pay us, is cheaper for them to have us here…don’t worry, they would assign us our new client, that’s all” Chanyeol nodded at him, 100% convinced by his partner’s words. Their boss arrived a couple of minutes later, holding two big folders and a very pleased smile “We got a new client” He said very cheerfully, sitting across them “And is a big one, you now miss Ji Ae Ra?” “THE IDOL?!” Kyung Soo was startled by the loud shout of his friend “The idol…maybe you heard about her kidnapping some days ago…she ran away from her captors, but that was only the tip of the iceberg, she has been getting threatening letters,  phone calls and emails for a month now, the police haven’t helped a whole lot, and the people behind the threatens got physical now, so her agency asked for protection” “What would be our job?” Asked Kyung Soo, trying to tune down his surprise “Shouldn’t be too hard, but since she has a very weird schedule, you need to be always ready, we are talking 24/7 vigilance, outside and inside her agency, house and extras like tv shows, fan meetings etc, one of you needs to be with her all the time” “Yes sir” They answered at the same time “She is currently living in a hotel room, but she is moving back to her house right now, the information you need is in this file” He handed them the folders he was caring before “By the way, no bodyguards outfit, she doesn’t want to worry her fans, so she wants you two to pretend you are just part of her staff, just street clothing” Both nodded, already focused on their assigned work “Questions?” Kyung Soo raised his hand, his eyes focused on the folder “We have to present ourselves at her house tomorrow?” “Yes, she will be waiting for you both there since she will be working at her home studio” The three of them stayed for an hour covering details regarding their new job and Kyung Soo and Chanyeol were politely invited to leave the place because their boss had another meeting. They went to the building’s cafeteria to come out with different plans to work with their new protégé. “You seem happy” Chanyeol commented as he munched his sandwich meanwhile Kyung Soo wrote some notes on his notebook “I’m always happy, I just don’t show it so openly” “Sure, sure, so you are happy that we are working with an idol?” “Sure” Chanyeol knew he could stir the pot a little bit more. Kyung Soo was very focused on his notes, and those were the perfect moments to get more information from him “You are happy that we are working with this particular idol?” Kyung Soo didn’t even react to the question, he only answered “I really admire her” Chanyeol lifted his fist triumphally “Yeah, admire her, you like her you liar! who’s picture you had next to your bed when we were doing our service” “She was my emotional support idol, nothing more” Chanyeol laughed at it, Kyung Soo retorts always made him laugh “Look, I know you like her, is ok I can understand that, just remain professional ok?” “Are you trying to mentor me?” He asked, looking at him with a grimace “Leave me alone, you are the one who is in love with our next client” “I’m not in love!” Everyone around them looked in their direction, and it was clearly Chanyeol’s fault, so he kicked him under the table. Chanyeol almost turned the table because of his over-exaggerated reaction.

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The next morning, they drove together to Miss Ji’s house. Or Ae Ra’s house.  Kyung Soo didn’t know how to call her, so he asked his partner “I think Miss Ji is good enough, she is Miss Ji, we are Mister Do and Mister Park, How about that?” “Appropriate, good thinking”

They parked outside the two-floor house, located almost at the top of a hill in a fancy neighborhood in the north of Seoul. The first thing they did was check the perimeter in their way to her house. Kyung Soo took pictures from the surroundings to create a database on his head, just in case. Chanyeol admired his methodical work in this kind of jobs, he was glad he had him as a partner, so he didn’t have to do all that boring job. They arranged their things and themselves and went out of the car to her house “Chanyeol?, I think I don’t need to remind you that the fact that I’m one of her fans is a secret right?” “I would never Mister Do” “Good Mister Park” A tall middle age man opened the gait for them. He looked like the school teacher who is never popular between his students, not because he is bad, but because he is meh, he just doesn’t capture anyone’s attention. Kyung Soo knew him better though. He was Ae Ra’s manager. Mister Min. He was known to be a very serious man, very strict and very protective with Ae Ra, but a sweet man overall “I’m so glad you are both here, Ae Ra is at her studio downstairs with a friend, she would be here soon, meanwhile, can I offer you anything” He said as he walked them inside the house “No thanks, we would like to check the house, would that be ok?” “Oh, don’t need to ask, you are free to do what you need, now this is your house too” “Thank you, we appreciate the trust, Mister Park would check the inside of the house and I will check the garden” They excused themselves and started working. Kyung Soo walked around the garden slowly, checking the fences, the length of the threes, how much could the neighbor see from their houses, and all those tiny details that could threaten the peace of their client’s life. He realized he had walked around for almost an hour, so he went inside the house to talk to Chanyeol. He knew where he was immediately because he could hear his laughs. Kyung Soo walked inside the kitchen and found Chanyeol talking with Mister Min, Ae Ra’s manager, and Ae Ra herself. He clenched his fist, trying to control himself. Yes, Chanyeol was right, he liked her, but he was a very casual fan. He had all her records, yes, but he never went to one of her concerts. He watched all her TV appearances, yes, but he never bought a magazine with her face on it. He supported her, but he never lost his chill over her. But she was there now. She was real. She looked just like in the video of the single from her third album ‘You bet’, jeans, a printed t-shirt and her long, black hair up in a ponytail. He was just a tiny bit mesmerized, but he kept it cool, professional. Somebody had to do it since Chanyeol was drinking coffee and laughing with them. “Ah, there he is!, this is Mister Do Kyung Soo, my partner” Chanyeol walked to him, and grabbed his forearm pulling him inside the kitchen. Ae Ra walked around the kitchen isle to meet him. She bowed at him and Kyung Soo was conscious enough to do the same. Ae Ra introduced herself, glad to feel a very trustful aura coming from her two new co-workers “Mister Do, I was telling Mister Park what a relief is two have you both here, as you know I’m in need of some help” “Miss Ji was telling me about how she ran away from her captors, sit down so she can tell us the rest” Kyung Soo was relieved that at least Chanyeol was using the name they agreed on, he hoped he did at least a good check on the security inside the house. He sat down next to his partner and thank Ae Ra for the cup of coffee she gave him “I was telling Mister Park about the amount of cursing I threw at them, just to put them off, I woke up as they were pulling me out of the car, they knocked me out with chloroform, but they didn’t use enough I guess, I was about to freak out, but then I remember something I saw once in a TV show, I needed to stay calm, so I did that, I waited until they opened my door and I jumped out of the car, I didn’t look around, I just focused on run, my legs were kind of numb, so I just focused on not tripping on something and run fast, thank god I’m a good runner, I ran for around 20 minutes until I found someone, it was a worker from the road who was doing some maintenance in a couple of lighting posts, he called everyone immediately” His manager was shaking his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose “I can’t believe you were so lucky” “I know, everything could have ended so badly, I’m glad I’m here” “And that’s why we hired your services” Ae Ra looked at his manager and then at her new bodyguards, feeling lighter for the first time in a while. She never feared the letters or the calls she had been getting. Mostly because she knew she wasn’t alone, and now with these two guys adding to the equation, she felt even safer. She just wished all this came to an end because she wasn’t very worried about all this, but all the people around her were, from her mom to her stylist. Kyung Soo took note of everything they said. Ae Ra’s manager gave them the details regarding the letters and calls. There was a police investigation going on, but with no avail. It wasn’t like he and Chanyeol will solve the case, that wasn’t their job. But this was related to her surroundings, and they needed to have a clear view regarding possible threats. Chanyeol made the questions and Kyung Soo wrote down the details. In the middle of the interview Mister Min had to leave for a meeting, so they stayed with Ae Ra. They were talking about her schedule when Chanyeol got a call and he left the room to answer the phone. Kyung Soo didn’t register this quite clearly since he was checking his notes, so he was startled when she called his name “Mister Park says you are a fan of my work” Fuck him, fuck Park Chanyeol and his stupid face and ears and height. He was going to ask for a change of partners. Fuck it, he was going to get him fired. Ae Ra saw the discomfort in his face, so she was quick to clarify “Please don’t worry, I hope we can work well together, I’m glad that I get to work with someone that I can trust” Ok, fuck Park Chanyeol a little bit less. He bowed at her, not sure how to answer, so he just remained polite “I hope you can collaborate with us” “Yes, for sure, I was told that you two are in charge from now on” “Yes” “Well, as a fan, you must know that I suck at following instructions, but I respect your work and I understand how difficult this situation is, so I will follow yours and Park’s orders diligently…I will try” Kyung Soo didn’t grab what she said at the end “Sorry?” He asked her to repeat herself “Nothing” She only smiled at him, a smile that was very familiar, but he was seeing for the first time in person. He couldn’t avoid feeling a bit nervous. Chanyeol came back announcing that he was going to take the first night shift because they needed him at the agency tomorrow.

+++ Kyung Soo arrived at her house at 8 am to change positions with Chanyeol. He gave him a small summary regarding any event. There was none. “She spends a lot of time at her studio though, and I checked the place and the only way to get in is through the door, also there’s no place to hide there, so that’s good, what else?...nothing, she makes a very good  coffee and she gave me breakfast, yours is waiting for you” “Ok buddy see you tomorrow, by the way, thanks for telling her I’m her fan” Kyung Soo made sure to spit venom through his eyes and tongue when he said that to Chanyeol. He backed up, his head down and hands up “I’m so sorry, I just spilled it, it was a moment of weakness” Kyung Soo only glared at him and walked inside the house.

Breakfast was indeed waiting for him. He already had his protein bar and a cup of coffee, but he wasn’t going to refuse it. So, he ate a bit of egg and toasts. Chanyeol was right, she prepared an amazing coffee. He made sure to let her now “Well, coffee is one of the dishes that I prepare the best” She joked, and to her surprise, he laughed. And it was adorable. When she met Mister Do yesterday, she was a bit struck by how stoic his presence was. She was intimidated by him and in a bad way. His deep voice was way too serious, and his eyes made him look as if he was having a bad time. His shaved head and thick eyebrows didn’t help. But when she talked to him, she realized that it was just his image. And now that she saw him laugh, she was sure he just looked serious and scary. Because his eyes, nose and lips transformed when he laughed, and he went from stoic to babyface. Also, during his shift, Mister Park gave her a full heads up regarding his friend and colleague. Whatever she asked, he would answer. It was amusing how different they were. Yet she was kind of jealous about their partnership. They were like a duet. Sony and Cher. Mister Do was Cher.

Watching Mister Do eat was very pleasing. He ate with delight, in silence, tiny dimples forming at the corner of his lips, a frown of concentration on his face and he made sure to not make any sound while he chewed. It occurred to her that he was the best in his class. She couldn’t avoid but ask “No I wasn’t, quite the opposite, I hated school, I only enjoyed recess, what makes you think that?” “You look very put together” “I wasn’t the class clown, but I wasn’t a top student either, I just look like this, people often assume that though” People never had a clear view of who he was. They always saw him as a grumpy old man, or a goody church boy, as Ae Ra did right now. He didn’t consider himself any of those, although his friends often told him that he was both.

Her schedule said that they had a photoshoot at a hotel on the other side of Seoul, so they had to leave around 11. Kyung Soo was introduced to Mister Yo, Ae Ra’s driver, a man in his fifties who had been driving her for five years. He sat in the front seat next to him, and he gave him all the details regarding the day of the kidnapping “I was told to pick her up at 12 right after the concert, normally I arrive 10 minutes early, I went to the back door and someone told me that I had to go to the other back door…I obeyed, of course, I should have been more careful, time passed and miss Ae Ra didn’t arrive, I called her and her phone was dead, I called Mister Min and he told me she was gone, after that it all went nuts. I did my best to remember who gave me the fake info, but I just couldn’t” The man looked frustrated and saddened by his own story “Mister Yo, don’t keep thinking about it, police say it could be just some rando they paid to tell you that, it’s in the past” She patted his shoulder, but Kyung Soo saw how he remained worried and regretful. But Ae Ra was right, there was no one to blame, yet.

Kyung Soo met boredom that day at the hotel. One hour of make-up and hair, one hour of getting the outfits together and then 2 hours of staying in front of the camera. Of course, she looked lovely in all of them, but the photographer didn’t think the same, apparently. Or he just really love having her in front of the camera.

By 6 they were finally ready. She walked to him and patted his arm in support, he hoped he didn’t look mad or tired. Because he wasn’t. He was just bored. They took her and her manager to another room where she could get ready to leave. Her own crew was waiting for her there so she could be ready for the recording of a TV appearance. Kyung Soo was introduced to Byun Baekhyun, her make-up artist, Kim Minseok, her hairstylist and Oh Sehun her stylist “Waaa, another handsome man for your harem” Commented Baekhyun and the other two nodded “Leave him alone, or he is going to kick your ass” Answered Mister Min, and Kyung Soo was grateful for it. He informed them about the job Kyung Soo was doing, and the three men were glad to hear about it “Finally she asked for help” Stated one of them. Ae Ra went into the bathroom without being noticed and came back with her eyes blown up like plates, her lower lip trembled, and her hands were shaking when she grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him with her into the bathroom. Kyung Soo instinctively brought his hand to the small gun attached to his waist. She opened the door and pointed at the mirror where a small piece of paper, like a post-it, was stuck. He walked towards it so he could inspect it, with Ae Ra following him closely. - Rats don’t live long – It said with  horrifying handwriting “Take that out!” Shouted one of the guys, but Kyung Soo stopped him “No one touches anything in this bathroom, we need to call the police, they need fingerprints, and I need to ask, did any of you used the bathroom when you arrived?” Minseok was quick to answer “No, the tree of us arrived at the same time, just 5 minutes before you guys arrived” Kyung Soo believed them. Anyway, the police could confirm all that with the security cameras of the hotel. Kyung Soo looked at Ae Ra, and she looked mad. Not scared, not jittery. Just mad. She was frowning and her hands were resting on her hips, her right foot tapping the floor. Kyung Soo felt mad with himself too. He completely underestimated the situation. He should have checked the room before she got inside, if only he knew about this change of plans. From now on, Ji Ae Ra couldn’t get inside a room before he or Chanyeol had checked on it.

The police arrived and as Mister Do said, they check every corner for fingerprints. They put the note in a tiny plastic bag and took the statement of Baekhyun, Minseok and Sehun.

They all rode the van to the next location in dead silence. Mister Min sat next to Mister Yo, her style crew in the back and she sat next to Kyung Soo. There was this very heavy aura coming from him. He was angry, that was clear, but there was more there “Are you okay Mister Do?” Kyung Soo was shocked by the question. Why would she be worried? She should be the one worried and terrified “I’m not okay” He answered. Just that. Ae Ra had to dig a bit more “Are you concerned?” “Yes” She kept digging “Are you annoyed?” “Very” She imagined that much “Why?” “They were there, maybe before we arrived, or meanwhile we were in the next room, I should have been more careful, also we need to change our approach, we underestimated this” He looked at Ae Ra as she was looking ahead absentmindedly “Are you okay Miss Ji?” She looked at him startled and took a second to answer, “I’m not okay” She answered, quoting him “I’m very mad, I’m not scared, yet, now I have you and Mister Park next to me, so I feel assured, I just don’t like how vulnerable this makes me feel… hey! let’s talk about this tomorrow when Mister Park comes, for now, I want to focus on my next job, Baek!” She shouted to the back, and the guy jolted on his seat “Yes?” “Sing something so we can relax” “Roger! I’m going to sing Naruto’s opening theme” Kyung Soo was surprised that he actually did that, and he was even more surprised when he did so with a beautiful voice.

The recording of the variety show took three hours. This time he wasn’t that bored since he got to hang out with the other guys. As they were waiting for Ae Ra, they told him everything they knew about the situation. Baekhyun was especially talkative, he was worried about his friend and co-worker. Kyung Soo took the liberty to ask them who they thought was the culprit “I think is an anti, Minseok thinks is an ex-boyfriend, Sehun thinks is people from another agency” “No, is definitely an ex-boyfriend, remember two years ago, Ae Ra only dated idiots, at least one of them was a psycho, all men are” Stated Minseok, clearly forgetting that he was in fact, a man “No, is definitely people from another agency trying to scare her,  Ae Ra has been topping the lists for years now, nonstop, maybe they want some time free from her, jokes on them, this makes her stronger” The tree of them nodded, Baekhyun even high fived Sehun. Kyung Soo found all three possibilities probable. He needed to write down all this new information.

Mister Yo drove them home by midnight. Kyung Soo asked her to stay in the front door until he gave her a signal to come in “Are you kidding me?” She answered, and Kyung Soo did his best to look more serious than before “From now on, I’m inspecting the house before you come in” “Mister Do” She tried to refute, but he stopped her raising his hand “Please Miss Ji, let me do my job” She couldn’t say anything else, his expression didn’t leave room for any complaint. That intimidating feeling she got from Mister Do the day she met him was back. Maybe worse than before. She took a step back and signaled him to go on. After 10 minutes he was back, his posture less tense than before “Everything clear” “You think they could break into my house?” “I was sure they wouldn’t, but after what happened today, I’m not sure, I need to be one step ahead” She understood. She was quite shocked by what happened. For now, she should follow what he said. It was the smart thing to do.

Kyung Soo was ready to go to bed when his stomach grumbled. Ae Ra was walking in front of him and hear it “May I offer you something to eat?” “I’ll take care of it, you should go to sleep” “I’m not tired, I’m hungry too, but I better eat something light, I already gain 4 pounds” Kyung Soo couldn’t avoid looking at her head to toe. To his bad luck, she saw him “I know it doesn’t show, but the TV will notice it, haters too” “You care?” She laughed drily “No…well, I care just a little bit, but you know, is important, and is easier to sing and dance if I stay fit, you must understand” He nodded. It felt like an intimate issue, so he didn’t want to comment on it. He ate a sandwich and a cup of tea, she ate a light salad and a glass of water. They were in silence, but Kyung Soo felt her eyes on him. She was unsettled. Her foot kept taping the floor, her eyebrows were knitted together and the hand that was resting on top of the table formed a tight fist. He could tell she wanted to say something, ask something “Mister Do?” And she finally did “Yes?” “I heard Baek say something today, and it worried me a lot…you think there’s a possibility that bullets could be involved in all this mess” He chewed the last bite of his sandwich with calm, pondering his answer, Ae Ra looked at him expectantly “I don’t think your attackers are that radical” She trusted him, but she couldn’t quite believe in his answer, someone who kidnaps could also grab a gun and shoot  “Ok, but if there are bullets…I don’t want you to get involved” “Sorry?” “What you heard” She held his stare, and she saw his lips twitch a tiny bit. Was he amused? “It’s my job to do that” “No, your job is to take care of me, protect me, taking a bullet is much more than that, it is too much! You can control the possibilities, but you can’t get in the middle” “I insist, is my job” “No, is not, do I have to sign something?” His lips twitched again. She wasn’t being funny, she did her best to sound dead serious “Actually, yes, there’s a form you need to sign” “Then I’m doing it, none of you are putting your lives in danger for me, it would be a waste if you are risking your life for someone let that someone be the president or…I don’t know, someone who dedicates their lives to help the poor or something like that, not me” Apparently, her short monologue got him because he didn’t look amused anymore. He was back to seriousness. He drank a long sip from his cup and stood up, bringing his dishes to the zinc. He came back to his seat and stood behind his chair “I understand if that’s what you want, I will take care of the paperwork…but I would like you to not look down on the importance of your existence, maybe you are not saving or changing the world, but you are definitely helping some people” He bowed and walked outside the kitchen. Ae Ra stayed there, mouth wide open, fork hanging from her hand, about to fall. She stayed like that for a long while.

Notes: You must have realized that I write Kyung Soo (all separated) and I write Chanyeol, Sehun, Baekhyun (all together) and this is only because of the aesthetics. I like how Kyung Soo looks more than Kyungsoo.

Also, I started using Grammarly and I’m so happy with it. Just the free version helps a lot. 

Thanks for reading, and please, if you liked it, reblog. It helps us writers so much. Whenever I read a fic I like, I comment and reblog. I know how great it feels when someone does that with your work. 

[ahumanexperiencemoment]

“I was a Civil War Reenactor”

Around the time I was 16 years old, I was at the annual Mustang car show they use to put on at the local mall. My dad had a 69 Mustang Mach One that he entered every year and since he was a member of the local mustang club, we (mostly he) were always there working or trying to do something to help out like inspect cars for judging or pick up trash. He had a beautiful car; the color was gulf stream aqua blue and boy could it go fast. I think my dad had several tickets to prove it. In fact, I liked his car and our times together doing those shows so much, that when I was overseas making cha-ching, I bought myself a ‘69 Mustang, so we could continue to share the experience. However, less than a year after I got back from my time in the dirt, he sold his and mine… well, it now sits in the garage. I must confess, I am not a car guy like my dad was. It’s a beautiful garage ornament though.

Anyway, when I was 16, I overheard someone at the car show talking about Civil War reenacting. I loved history growing up and I still do but this was at the time that the internet wasn’t what it is today and getting information at the touch of a button just wasn’t there. You actually had to sort of be in the know to know of anything. I went right over to learn what I could about reenacting. The guy, in turn, got me in touch with another fellow that was closer to my age… well, he was in college but a lot closer to my age than most reenactors. He told me how to get involved and what it took to become a reenactor. He also told me that there was an event in Selma, Alabama coming up.

Now I had an over-protective mother… and to be honest, I am so thankful she was. When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to go to people’s houses until she met their parents or do a lot of things. Up until a couple of years before this, she was pretty much a single parent as my parents were divorced and my dad was in the Navy other places. She lessened the iron grip as I got older but actually allowing me to go with folks that she didn’t know to an event in another state? I thought it would never happen. But this guy took the time to stop and meet my mom in person to explain the group he was with and what they did, etc. Lo and behold, my mom consented and let me go.

I officially joined the 2nd Florida Company A, The Pensacola Rifles. For new members, uniforms and accouterments (gear) were borrowed from other members of the group until one was able to get their own gear. I was no different; I borrowed and looked like I wore hand-me- downs. Everything looked slightly too big or small, but I was proud. I loved it. So, for reenacting groups, they usually represent two units, one from the north and one from the south, depending on how many people show up to an event and what side needs help to fill. 2nd Florida’s counterpart was the 75th New York. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I think that is what it was. We were good ol’ southern boys and I could probably count on one hand how many times we wore the blue.

I remember the first event like it was yesterday. We drove all the way up to Selma from Pensacola and when we got there, we walked across the battlefield to where everyone was camped. Civil War reenacting is or at least was, very family-oriented for the most part. There were some groups that took it way too seriously and other groups that didn’t take it seriously enough but the group I ended up with had a great group of people that weren’t too far in either direction. They were there to have fun, fellowship and have a good time. I met the Captain of our group. He was an older gentleman, but I was 16; everyone was older. He was sitting at a makeshift table pouring black powder into paper cartridges to be used later. He also had an Army or Navy Colt six shooter that he was messing with that I was fascinated by.

I then met a family who had their kids with them. The wife was super sweet and friendly and the kids…. Well they were kids and me being an older kid, I didn’t pay them any attention. Families usually brought family-sized tents made out of canvas. The thing about reenacting, it was about trying to be as period as possible so no new tents for us. Jay, the guy that met my mom and let me ride with him had his own “A” frame tent and we shared that. I met another guy there who was in his younger 20s, maybe the same age as Jay, I am not sure, but I think he was in the Navy at some point. He was a nice guy, but he was different. He always had a pleasant, slack smile and he was always talking about creating a Naval Civil War Reenacting group. He never did though, sadly. I found out years later, after I had gone across the world, that he died of a drug overdose or something like that. At any rate, it was unexpected news when I heard about it.

That first night we set our camp up, cooked dinner on the campfire and sang long into the night. It was exciting; it really felt like you stepped back in time surrounded by people in period dress and playing period music. You could almost imagine how it might have really been in the 1860s, though there probably wasn’t as much enjoyment back then.

By the time it was time to go to sleep that night, it was super late. It did not take long to pass out… however, again, before the advent of technology and all its glory, we didn’t have weather apps that told us about storms on the horizon. We woke up a couple hours later from a deep stupor to the sound of heavy rain on the tent and wind billowing the walls of the tent in and out rapidly. It was a strong and surprise thunderstorm that came from nowhere. The kind of lightning that when it struck, it blinded everything. We grabbed onto the wooden poles that held the tent up to add stability to the shaking tent. The tent shook so hard that the front pole actually snapped in two! Then before long, while dealing with that, a small stream started to pool around our feet coming from one side of the tent and flow out the other side. It wasn’t long before we were ankle deep and trying to keep things from floating out the front of the tent. It was complete pandemonium.

We knew we had to get out of there. We quickly secured what we could and ran for the vehicle, which required running about a quarter of a mile to the parking area in the dark with lightning flashing. There are times in life where you question your choices and wonder, “How the heck did I end up here?” This was one of those times. After running and being blinded every few minutes, praying to God that we wouldn’t be struck as we ran, we made it to the safety of the vehicle. We were wet, miserable and tired. We were also hungry after all that, so we drove over to the local Denny’s to eat. We must have looked like a sight. Here we were wearing 1860 attire, wet, miserable-looking, slowly moseying to our table to eat at 2 or 3 in the morning. It’s funny now…. Well, it was funny then too. The absurdity of it, along with the relief of not getting hurt.

The next day, we found out that they suspected that there might have been a small tornado that tore through the camp. Apparently, it had hit sutler row ( the Civil War related tent shops that were all congregated together) and while it destroyed some tents, nobody was hurt.

The next morning, after sleeping in the car the remainder of the night, we returned to camp and quickly moved our tent to higher ground. Thankfully, Jay had another upright tent pole that took the place of the broken one and we were back on track.

So, every Civil War Reenactment that I have ever been a part of usually consisted of two battles, one on Saturday and one on Sunday with a military ball usually Saturday nights. In the time leading up to the first battle, we conducted close order drill and rifle maneuvers. It was so cool. Not really, but to a 16 year old boy, it was. The uniforms were made of wool and let me tell you something, I gained such a new, profound understanding and appreciation for those that fought in the Civil War. That uniform was itchy, scratchy and if you had a sunburn on your neck… well it just made it worse. But surprisingly, once you sweat into the uniform, it would actually cool you off when the wind blew.

On Saturday afternoon, the time of the battle finally came, and I fell in next to Jay. In reenacting, they say that your first battle is when you see the elephant! I wasn’t sure what that meant but, sure, ok. Also, for new folks, they would take black powder and rub it on newbie faces so everyone knew that you were a neophyte. I wasn’t sure if this was the case. They may have been using my inexperience against me for a good laugh, but I did begin to see others with black powder on their face, so maybe they weren’t.

The cannons started to roar, and musket gun fire started popping off in the distance. It had begun. We marched up an embankment and crested a hill and over to the left, they had a specially built farmhouse on the battlefield between us and confederates that they lit afire. They even had special charges set in the ground where dirt would explode to simulate a cannonball landing. I wasn’t expecting all this. I was just mesmerized by everything. Boom! Shot! Fire Crackle! Dirt Flying! Oh, I have to keep moving with everyone! And I did.

We advanced and retreated several times and then finally, we set up for the final charge. When they yelled “Charge!” we were just to start running and charge the confederates who were behind field fortifications. In Civil War Reenacting, there is no set time to “die.” When you have had enough, you just fall down spectacularly and lay there until the battle is over. Now, there are times when a cannon goes off nearby and you feel silly if you stay up, when you know it would have gotten you had it been real, so you fall then too.

So, here I was in my first battle surrounded by people I didn’t really know and on the front end of the charge. I remember thinking, “Ok. I will just stay by my buddy Jay…oh there he goes…. Where did he go! I am by myself! Oh no!” I am running across the field and me being younger, I could run a little faster. I quickly found myself by myself and not too far from the entrenched. I got so close I could see their eyes… yup, and then the thought hit me. Dude, It’s time. And I died spectacularly. I don’t know if it was spectacular, I just kind of rolled forward and laid still.

Shortly after that, the battle came to an end and it was time to get ready for the military ball. And if you thought the reenactment battlefield was an experience for a young man, the military ball was equally as important an experience, but completely opposite. Men and women would dress up with all the pomp they could with 1860 uniforms and clothing. True southern belles showed up in their hoop dresses, including young women around my age. The whole thing was amazing. People in period dress at a restored plantation house, listening to period music, dancing the Virginia reel. I loved learning to dance and I danced with anyone and everyone I could. I even met a couple of cute girls and had good conversation. Sadly, I never saw them again after that night at other events I attended. That’s another thing about reenacting, it becomes sort of a small town of friends, where they meet at different events and enjoy each other’s time and in time, start to reminisce about earlier experiences.

In retrospect, I am so grateful that I was able to participate in these events. They just instilled the love of history and learning even more in my life. I met interesting people and listened to interesting stories. A couple of years later, I joined the military and never did another event, but I have such great memories.

[imlostinsantacarla]

BEING ESME CULLEN’S MATE WOULD INCLUDE:

yestwlightfan said: What would it be like to be Esme,s mate?

A/N: Hope you enjoy what has been written up, sweetheart! Thank you for requesting! - Admin Wenzel 🌲💖

◾ Esme would cherish, almost coddle, you within each and every moment that she would have with you.

◾ It would be certain that she wouldn’t take you for granted, ensuring that you’re aware of the fact that she appreciates every second that she has with you left.

◾ It’d be inevitable to not have Esme reminding you of how much fondness and loves she feels just for you, simply due to the fact that you are everything to her. (And vice versa.)

◾ “I shall forever love you, (Y/N). You are the light of my life.” Esme breathed softly from her fare rose-colored lips, softhearted-ness lacing every syllable, enunciating her mesmerizing golden eyes in which gazed at you tenderly. 

◾ With being the mate of Esme, it would be a known fact that you both together would have a strong, supporting relationship. It would be basically impossible to tear up and get you both to turn against one another.

◾ Never even thinking or acting upon leaving one another. You’re both too in love with one another to ever think of such a thing.

◾ If Esme were to ever glimpse upon you whenever you would express, react, seem cheerful, appreciative, loving, ect. it would simply make her entire eternity: This would be particular if she were to be the reason behind it. (Vice versa)

◾ Because, to her, your happiness would bring her complete bliss, ensuring that it has brightened up her day and night. (Vice versa)

◾ “I swear, if you can get any more romantic, you’re going to make me blush.” You’d flutter out, nipping your lower lip.

◾ “There is that smile I fell in love with so long ago...” Esme would utter out in a soft-spoken tone with pure bliss and love wavered within each word, as her facial expression thus changed into complete delight and pleasure. It was as though her golden butterscotch eyes were gazing straight up into heaven. 

◾ Without a doubt, it would be a known fact that there would be an enormous amount of respect, trustworthiness, faithfulness and loyalty within this relationship; making these elements inseparable and unbreakable. 

◾ Esme expressing her utmost thankfulness and joyfulness towards the thought of having you as her mate, making all the fibers in her body and soul feel over the moon with complete bliss and happiness.

◾ No matter what you were, you would simply light up her whole eternity, her love blossoming all the more, if that were even possible.

◾ With that stated; It would be unthinkable for her to ever utter a thought or ever imagine of what it would be/feel like if she had never of found you. If this was so, to her it would feel as though her immortal life were to be forever frozen in time. This without a doubt would truly and utterly shatter her un-beating heart into a billion pieces, to which it would be eternally un-fixable. 

◾ If any person/person’s (or the Volturi) were to have the intention of inflicting any pain or harm, (etc) upon you, just known that Esme -as well as all the members in the Cullen Coven- would shield you straight away from them and would tell the ‘threat’ to back off and not to go near you. You are her mate and she -as well as every member in the Cullen Coven- would protect you at all costs, even if that meant giving up her life with the chance of sparing yours. (And obviously vice versa.)

◾ “My love, your safety is one of my most important priorities.” Esme would declare out with serene-ness cascading her tone whilst the rear of her pale fingers stroked your cheek attentively. “I could not bear the thought of losing you.” She’d add on while her golden ocher eyes locked with yours. “You are the love of my life, I will always protect you, no matter the cost.” 

◾ In truth; It would be a known fact that it would make no differences to Esme if her mate were to be the same species as her and her family -vampires- or if her mate were to be human (or any other creature). At the end of the day she would have the utmost respect, fondness and affection for her mate no matter what they were, looked like, and so on. As long as you are happy and healthy, that would matter the most to her. 

◾ Esme would for sure shower her mate with many compliments every chance she could get a hold of. To her you would be the most exquisite creature/being her eyes has glimpsed upon in her whole existence. -vise versa- 

◾ Honestly, you would be showering her with everything that you possibly could offer her.

◾ “You are the most enchanting and dazzling being my eyes have ever laid upon in my many years of living, my love.” Esme breathed out lovingly while her spectacular eyes peered into your (Y/E/C) eyes with affection shining within them.

◾ Eskimos kisses.  

◾ Lot’s of hand holding.

◾ Within this enamored relationship, it would be quite uncommon for their to be any tense confrontations, bickering or clashing. The pair of you would be respective towards one another’s boundaries, in which you would do your best not to cross the lines or limits set in place.

◾ Carrying on from that point, if it was so that Esme and yourself were to get into an argument, then be assured that it would certainly not last long. Yet afterwards, it would be a common occurence that you both would head off somewhere private to apologize for each other’s behaviour, words spoken, and so on; to which you would both make up.

With that said; If Esme and you were to have a disagreement or confrontation, it would only last awhile. But soon after the both of you would go somewhere private to apologizes for your behaviour and soon make up.

◾ Although the pair of you may not argue often, it is not to say that it’s all puppy dogs, unicorns and rainbows. There will be times of friction but those come rather rarely.

◾ It would be common for Esme to speak about her human life, prior to Carlisle having turned her; well, that of what she can recall and if you were to ask her questions about it.

◾ But not only that; she would share what different time periods were like through her eyes, ears and everything, but also what it was like for all the other’s in the coven.

◾ Esme would also tell you tales of what it was like for her when she was a new born and before she met you, etc.

◾ If you were struggling or suffering from anxiety, depression or whatever it was, Esme would do her absolute best with lifting up your spirits and brightening up your life to help you in anyway that she truly could. Surely she would stay by your side, ensuring that your every need is fulfilled.

◾ Comfort, advice, an ear to listen to, tending to anything, whatever it may be, Esme would take care of it. She wouldn’t even dare to think twice over it.

◾ Since in her human life she suffered bouts of intense feelings (maybe even in her vampire life too) she would try her best to relate to you, understanding where you come from and helping cheer you up and support you in anyway that she possibly could.

◾ “For I know the hardships of having felt, thought and having been consumed within these emotions, my love... ” Esme hushed out soft-spoken-ly with comfort wavering within her tone. Tightening her arms around you, she pulled your form closer into her loving and soothing embrace, soon giving the crown of your head a soft peck with her cold lips. “For you must remember to be the strong person that always lies within you. You are stronger than you think, my love, for I believe that and have seen it with my own eyes.” Your mate added on quietly. “You will get through this and see the light at the end of the tunnel. I will always be here for you, (Y/N). You will always have me, my comfort, my support... my everything.”

◾ If you were to have any talents or abilities, and so on, (as a human, vampire, etc.) Esme would be stunned, in much of a positive fashion, when you show her or tell her of it. By doing so, your mate becomes speechless, and if she could shed tears of happiness, she truly would.

◾ This would leave her incredibly intrigued with your gifts, talents, abilities and very self.

◾ “My dear one, you truly are special, the most fascinating being my eyes have ever laid upon. You are so unique, my love...” Esme would vocalize out with a large pearly white smile while watching you. “You truly are one of a kind and I would not want you any different.” 

◾ You both surprising each other with lovely homemade gifts or ones that were purchased within stores. Either way you both would still love it and would cherish it no matter what and would thank one another with a smile. 

◾ Taking lovely long walks within the forest that surrounds the Cullens house. 

◾ All the members in the Cullen Coven supporting this relationship and being overjoyed for Esme -and you- for finally finding each other. Which would end up with everyone accepting you within the Cullen family. (You both totally being everyone’s OTP no matter what...especially for Alice. She would be your guys number one shipper...like she would ship the shit out of the you two).

◾ Esme and you taking turns to plan sweet and thoughtful dates to go on and enjoying them dearly. (Alice would help you or Esme plan these dates from time to time. Only if you needed help or asked her. But let’s face it, the cute pixie will do anything to get involved.). 

◾ “This is completely breath-taking Esme...” You would utter out quietly with an expression of complete awe, whilst feeling your breath being taken away. “This...is...so...magnificent...”  

◾ “Thank you for the kind comment, my love, but it is not as breathtaking as you ...” Esme replied back with passion coursing through her body and soul as a large pearly white smile spread across her lips. 

◾ Tender kisses. 

◾ Passionate kisses. 

◾ Nose kisses. 

◾ Hugs/Cuddles. 

◾ Whenever Esme would get the chance to have some private time or alone time away from her family, she would write lovely, meaningful and thoughtful love letters about and to you. Which would be filled with the fondness she has for you, but also of how much happier she is with having you in her life.  

◾ With that declared, once finishing the love letter, Esme would send or give this love letter, filled with thoughtful words, to you; as a reminder for you to know how much love that she will forever have for.  

◾ Passionate sex. 

◾ Gentle sex. 

◾ Whispering sweet nothings to each other.

◾ Mild PDA.

◾ Overall your relationship and having each other as mates would be filled with an enormous amount of love and loyalty, (etc). Your bond with each other would grow and turn inseparable to the point that no person or no situation could come between you two. Your are hers and she is ours, forever. 

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Fallout OC Interview

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

If you want to do this! this is your sign!

What is your name?

Annitta Valence shortened to V or Vee.

How old are you?

34

What do you look like?

Human, Caucasian/Italian, slightly mutated. Hair, shaved on the sides, long on the top with a mowhawk, often worn down (not styled). Eyes are crazy, green, orange glow, due to mutation. Scars and markings facial Vitiligo around her left eye, scars on her right temple and under eye, above lip on the left. Neck tattoo that comes up onto her chin. Heavy facial piercings. Medium, sunkissed skin tone.

Where are you from? Where do you live now?

My family was from Italy, a small village Stilo, Calabria but they moved to America before I was born, eventually they ended up in Boston since my Father settled into a job at Corvega and my mother raised me at home. I ended up buying a house with Nate in Sanctuary hills once we married and I was pregnant with Shaun. Now though? I prefer to spend my free time in Goodneighbor, Hancock organised an apartment for me in one of the buildings, it’s quite nice.

What was your childhood like?

It was..like most I suppose? rough at times but we had what we needed and we did alright. I didn’t enjoy school and I’m not very academic, so I pushed and begged and nagged until  my Father let me learn from him. I became a Mechanic since I found I had the mind for it. I persuaded the place my Father worked at to let me do some volunteer work around their workshop. I guess I did well because they offered me a solid job after just under a year. Never seen my Father so proud of me, it’s a memory I cherish.

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

The Railroad, The Minutemen and Goodneighbor.

Tell me about your best friend.

Hancock is my closest friend, if it weren’t for him..I’d probably be dead. I would do anything for him, without question. I made a lot of deep friendships in The Railroad and that’s all I’ll say about them. Sturges is an absolute delight and is the first person I bonded with, about mechanics and tinkering of course! Many nights were spent sitting around Sanctuary exchanging knowledge, I always stop by with him whenever I stay in Sanctuary. And of course, MacCready, much more than a lover, so much more.

Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

Well, there’s Shaun of course, even if I don’t know whether he’s alive.. there was Nate..my parents..Family in Italy.. My parents, I’m sure died when the bombs dropped, I’ve not found them at least.. and my family in Italy? I have no idea, I have no way of contacting them.

But really, I have my new family, here in the Commonwealth. So many of them, MacCready and hopefully Duncan, Nick, Piper, Nat, Ellie, Hancock, Daisy, Irma, Ham, The Railroad, The minutemen, Preston, Sturges, The Longs, Mama, Cait, Longfellow, Gage, Danse..gosh..

What about a partner or partners?

MacCready, my sweet soul. We are quite open and polyamorous, so often Hancock, Deacon, sometimes Cait, Ham, Gage and Mags.

Who are your enemies, and why?

The Institute..they probably have Shaun and god knows what they’re doing to him! They ruin lives, orphaning children and taking spouses, sometimes replacing them with a replica to feed back information for whatever reason. They are constantly shitting on the underdog and I can’t stand it.

The Gunners, I hadn’t even heard of them until I overheard them yelling at Mac in The Third Rail. Didn’t even know Mac back then, let alone thought we would be where we are today..but..the way they spoke to him, the things they said..it just got my back up and that was enough for me to hate them. Then I ended up hiring Mac, getting to know him, he told me more about them, we had several run ins with them until eventually, we formulated a plan to take down Winlock and Barnes, driving them back. No one fucks with anyone I care about.

The Disciples, a raider gang in Nuka world. NOTHING I did or said would convince them to live in peace with the traders and settlers of Nuka world. I gave them their own section, I fixed up the fucking park but no, they were just too far gone, cannibals and psychopaths. I managed to save a couple of them, who were just going along with them so they didn’t die, but eventually we had to wipe them out. It took MONTHS to clean their base up, burn all the bodies of the people they’d killed, and theirs of course. Now it looks quite nice and we’ve turned it into a big housing hub for the traders. The pack and The Operators are actually doing really well together, Mason and Mags agreed to weeding out the more barbaric of the members, the ones who didn’t want to live in relative peace. Now they have a couple settlements each in the commonwealth where they’ve actually been hunting game and running jobs for my other settlements, they get a cut of the caps and loot and we always call on them for big jobs like institute attacks and mutant takeovers etc. 

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

I despise the way they speak to Hancock and Nick and when they’re in my presence, they tend to hold their tongue but I have smacked a few of them for their comments. Maxson is...a problem, he’s way too extreme but I do feel like there’s a reasonable and genuine person under that mantle, which honestly must be quite heavy. A lot of the members I’ve met are actually really pleasant and helpful, Knight Rhys is an asshole but there’s always one. 

From what Mac tells me, the Brotherhood inhabiting the Capitol Wastes are a bit crazy, but they DID do a lot for the wasteland, clean water was returned, which sounds amazing. I’ve been to DC a few times, pre war of course but I’d like to see it now..as morbid as that sounds, plus Duncan is there and I can’t wait to meet that tiny man!

Some people have told me stories about outcasts from the Brotherhood who were truly insane, just killing indiscriminately and stealing from settlers...which kinda sounds like the ones here....a little.. and then I met a trader from the Mojave and they told me about the presence there...the less said about that one the better.

I like Danse though! 

What about The Enclave?

I’ve only heard stories, Mac has experienced them first hand and he doesn’t really talk about them too much. Everything I’ve heard has been bad though.

How do you feel about Super Mutants?

Strongs cool, funniest one I’ve ever met but LORD he never shuts up! I built him his own place, got him a couple of dogs and taught him how to farm. He’s doing alright, travels around with his dogs and visits the settlements....much to the settlers dismay. I’ve had him start wearing a specific hat so that the guards don’t just shoot at him when he’s on his travels. Most of them have grown to like him and a lot of the children love him. For some reason he’s very protective of Mac...none of us know why.

I met another friendly Mutant in Far Harbor, he takes in dogs and trains them, sells them onto people. I’ve given him a lot of business since I found him. Cant persuade him to come to one of my settlements though.

As for the hostile ones.. most of them aren’t too hard for us to take down anymore, it’s when there’s a swarm of the fuckers. Mac and I tend to travel just the two of us and we’re both snipers, we can use shorter range weapons of course but we are way more deadly with our rifles, so it’s always a bit awkward when they close the distance. Suiciders will always send me into a panic though.

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

Nisha...Mac and I must have given her 5 shots each..and she still kept coming, screaming and bleeding, waving her blade around. She finally stopped inches from my face, Mac got her in the face through the space for her eyes. I was just frozen, never seen anything like it. Mac had to walk me over to a bench by the shoulders and sit me down.

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

A few, we try to avoid them though.

Do you like fighting?

Yes and no, neither of us likes to have to do it, it’s a means to live but sometimes the adrenaline is amazing.

What’s your weapon of choice?

50cal Sniper rifle, NV recon scope, recoil compensating stock with a suppressor. 

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

Depends on the situation, I’m pretty good at talking us out of a bad situation, I’m pretty strong for my size and fairly agile. ( S:7 P:8 E:5 C:9 I:7 A:6 L:5)

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

Yes..not a big fan.

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

I have a few mutations now, my eyes are all messed up, I get nausea which makes it difficult to remember to eat. I visit a Dr regularly to get my rads cleared and get some fluids. We thoroughly cook our meat and veg and maintain the water filters regularly to try and reduce the exposure.

What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

RAD CHICKEN! I love them!

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

Cave Crickets...fuck those.

How do you feel about robots?

They’re cool! you gotta make sure your coding is solid though, or you might have some issues.

How many caps do you have on you right now?

Uhhh, like 2k? I tend to store the rest.

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

Nuka Cola, never had a Sunset though.

Do you do chems?

Stimpaks, Med-ex, Rad-x and Radaway, not so much the others.

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

Every day..

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

It’s hard to say because anything could mean I would never have met Mac and even though this world is...terrifying and awful..I have never loved someone the way I love Mac.. I...have no idea.

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

So far my biggest achievement is earning the pride of my Father. Something I hope to achieve? destroy the Institute, save my son and become a family with Mac and Duncan.

What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

For the future, I want everyone to get to experience peace, I want the world to heal and for us to rebuild. It’s unrealistic..but I want everyone to be safe.

For me? I just want to be with Mac, be safe, both of us, Duncan and Shaun, safe and happy, always full and never wanting. I want the same for my friends and loved one. I want the same for the world.

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Latest feedback (2018 to 2019), and price adjustments

Since the last update about a year ago, I’m very fortunate to have received comments, reviews and testimonials from some amazing people all over the world. It’s a privilege to make a living doing something I’m so passionate about, and humbling to receive clients’ comments and experiences with the pieces.

Please see some of the comments below, along with links to the relevant items:

I notice the difference in the air of my house, its much better now.

I’ll put the tower busters in Lisbon… especially in the places i walk around. I think i’ll put it in the ground near a tree so nobody sees them.

It’s really cool to think that there is this kind of treasure all around the word and nobody knows about it … it’s like going on a happy adventure where all the people are receiving light without knowing 🙂  It makes me think how much help i (and others) received without notice it.

I believe that orgonites are gifts of the higher beings to us.

From S.M. (Portugal) 17 Piece Orgonite Deal

Excellent communication throughout. Adam is really passionate about his products, and were despatched quickly and very well packaged. Also given a couple of Field Grade Tower Busters free as a Thank You.

I ordered the gold Tipped Lemurian Holy Hand Grenade Cones, and the quality is fantastic with a nice felt bottom to protect your furniture. Can’t wait to feel the benefits of the better Energy in my house.

Will definitely be ordering again.

From B.W. (UK) Gold Tipped Lemurian Cone

Put them in water to give them that extra charge, and they did even better than I expected. Thank you.

From L.W. (USA) Lemurian Towerbusters

Placed TB’s on the floor in corners, and within a few hours felt better!

I was skeptical re orgonite TBs, but I’m starting to believe! Cheers!

From R.V. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

delighted!! Thank you!! Could feel the difference in my home immediately!!

From J.L. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

Sorry to bother you again but, i thought i would share this with you.

I starting leaving our drinking water on top of one of your TB’s and with 1 week (this sounds mad but) my nose started to straighten

and i can now breath through it . This might not sound amazing to you but i have had a broken crooked nose since i was a child

it has been broken a few times over the years (boxing,car accident etc) i also suffer/suffered from sinus problem very badly since childhood which left my nose basically unusable.

People have actually remarked about how is my nose so straight now!. The only thing i have changed in the last 38 years is leaving our water on your TB’s.

Again i know this sounds a little nuts but it is the truth.

Follow up message:

The water was just good old fashioned Lidl water in a 5 litre bpa loaded plastic bottle.

The tower buster is left on the floor with the bottle balancing on it and leaning against the table leg.

And yes a 5L bottle lasts us just over a day.

I buy a few bottles at a time and place them around the ‘balancing bottle’ as closely as possible.

I have purchased ”fancier” looking Tbs than yours since…… but i do not feel the same effects from them even though they claimed to be the ”most powerful tbs on the market”, containing gold & silver leaf etc.

I am not religious or superstitious in any way. I am by no means a ‘hippy’ or into ‘new age bla bla’ fairy’s, ghosts or spiritual anything.

I have always believed than if you can not weigh or measure it it aint real, i also always believed that when you die the switch is flicked and the lights are out, black end of.

I would also like to mention how much better my arthritis is (both knees, left hip) i left school at the age of 12 and started roofing when i was 13, through out my teens and 20’s i would jog 10 miles a day so between the two my knees were ‘knackered’ at a young age.

My collarbone was broken when i was 14 and never attended to medically. I had a bad fall 12+ years ago and hurt my back( i found out 2 months ago when i finally went to a doctor because it became unbearable that i have trapped nerves and a slipped disc, due for an operation soon).

All of these problems have improved greatly since i started using your TB’s…?

And yes it is a completely new lease on life being able to breath through my nose now thank you.

I must admit though that i still have not quite gotten used to it yet i simply do not realise or forget if you will, that i can . 😉

Again i do not know or understand why any of these problems have improved i just know that it all started within a few days of you TB’s arriving.

From J.G. (Ireland) Field Grade Orgonite

Very Impressed, Very powerful and out ‘Organises’ the competion!

Love these little beauties, Do all they are supposed to and more!

From J.S. (UK) 17 Piece Orgonite Deal

spoke to (friend) yesterday..said she received her package. I understand she will approach you about getting some if the small plain ones as well.

She’s hooked! Lol. I gave her one of mine..and she noticed a difference in the energy around her…and how things manifested. And people approaching her differently. She is good people…in a tough town. I felt I was to give her one. Glad I did. You have wonderful products. Bless you for the care you give in creating them..and your care for your customers.

From D.M. (USA) Field Grade Orgonite

I’ll be leaving a 5 star review,  thank-you so very much for my beautiful lemurian orgonite,  and you’re too sweet to include me two free tower busters Adam!0:) thank-you so much to you amazing beautiful souls helping fight for humankind, can’t wait to purchase more and advise friends of your company!  many thanks, & all love lovelove to you brother 0:)

From S.C. (UK) Lemurian Towerbusters

Erradicated tinnitus and migraines. We have these all over the house to offset negative effect of a cell tower that’s just gone up outside our property. Within a few hours my husband’s tinnitus had gone and I’ve not had a migraine in 2 weeks which were 2-3 a week. The seller was lovely and gave us 2 extra freebies which we have on our work desks. Absolutely brilliant, thank you.

From S.J. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

I’m using them at home, they make me feel light, happy, joyous and light headed all at the same time. I love these. I’m so thankful that these exist, I’ve bought 2 lot’s now, they always send me more than the 12, 14 for both orders.

I place these around the home and garden and they make everything smell fresh, it’s hard to describe, there’s no heaviness anymore.

I placed 3 under my bed last night and woke so full of beans and ready to go. These little beauties are literally a life saver.

Thank you.

From M.D. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

Have placed several repeat orders with ‘Orgones’ UK and am more than happy with the quality of Orgonite, service and fair pricing. Orgones are fast, discrete, professional, a joy to buy from. Moreover their Orgonite is very good quality, some of the best I would say after having cast Orgonite myself for years and bought from other venders. I absolutely recommend Orgones Orgonte: It works. Do yourself a favour, try some.

From A.S. (UK) Lemurian Cone

Hi Adam just wanted to say Thankyou so much for the great service. Your products are quality and you communicate very well with what is happening with the order. I will defiantly recommend you to my friends. Thankyou once again for the gifted tower busters.

I have it with me all the time and when I sleep I make a triangle so I have the 2 tower busters one to the left one to the right on the floor past my feet and the pendant ubove my head. The same for meditation around me. I am noticing I am very calm the last month or two so I’m certain it has made a difference. I am quite sensitive to city’s and crowded places.

From M. C. (UK) Gem Orgonite Necklace/Keyring

Very good service, ORGONITY of the highest world quality.They work I recommend !

I feel energies very clearly in the hands of ORGONIT.

I have been a Reiki Master for 20 years and I have a lot of energy sensitivity in my hands …

Holding your orgonites, I feel the warmth that flows out of them and the kind of vibration that comes out of them.

They are really an interesting product and I will certainly recommend them to friends and family and I plan to buy PERSONAL ORGONIT for myself and my partner.

From P.B. (UK) Lemurian Towerbusters

Loved the setup and clarity of your website together with the additional explanation on everything. Really one of the (if not the) best and broad sources regarding clear and precise info on orgonite.

From Y.N. (Netherlands) 17 Piece Orgonite Deal

I am so pleased with your product I am telling all my facebook friends to buy from you as you produce the best I have come across!

From J.S. (UK) 17 Piece Orgonite Deal

Wonderful product. We all Have had the best deep refreshing sleep since we move to this home, including the kids! Thank you!

From D.A. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

Really well made professional grade TB’s. Impressive

From G.K. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

Arrived quickly, very lovely, feel very tranquil very happy. Thank you 🙂

From H.A. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

Just wanted to pass on a grateful thank you from my friend – I gave her one of the design B keyrings on Monday and she sent me a message yesterday saying that she’d had 2 full consecutive night’s sleep – the 1st in 6.5 years and was so grateful.

She is a religious Christian and therefore doesn’t ‘get’ alternative stuff like Orgones or OBEs, lucid dreaming etc. and just smiles sweetly when I talk about it, so it’s particularly gratifying that she has had such a strong result even though she doesn’t believe in it. I’m hopeful that her daughter will have similar success (she told she had some rose quartz in her bedroom somewhere but never got it out and me giving her the orgonite would prompt her to bring that back into the open again).

So thanks from them and thanks from me.

From N.S. (UK) Gem Orgonite Necklace/Keyring

Have been feeling the benefits from your organite!

I like the fact that your organite is simply but well made and is a really good price.

I felt as though I slept better last night and I gave some to my Mum and she said she slept better too.

From S.J. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

I have just received the orgones with amazing built quality !

Hope more people reach you and benefit from this fairly known items.

From A.T. (Bulgaria) 17 Piece Orgonite Deal

Hey Adam!

Thanks a million mate!

I like how orgones interact with my days. I placed those tower busters in my place, and even my relationship with my uncle have got so much better. Like, we were good and close, but somehow it changes vibe in the room. I really do feel that my days goes, kinda smoother and with more ease and more drive.

Thank you so much, keep doing a good job man!!

From K.L. (Ireland) Field Grade Orgonite

My orgonite arrived a few days after my online order.

I greatly appreciated the two free Orgonite Tower Busters.  I’m now experimenting with them and seeing what impact they have.  I’m using one by my bed and I’m finding that I’m sleeping much better.

I will, of course, recommend your company to others.

From J.B. (UK) Gold Tipped Lemurian Cone

Hi.Package arrived safely today and I’m absolutely delighted; thank you so much for the free extra pair. Even the jiffy bag and ziplock bags can be re-used/recycled! I’m going to keep a spare piece in my car; not just as an experiment on its effects but I’ll always have a sample with me to show friends; I intend passing your details on to as many potentially interested parties as I can so, fingers crossed, this may generate some additional business for you. I’m just about to leave your well-deserved feedback.

From R.M. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

Very strong! You feel the energy exchange!

Few experiences i have so far with them:

HHG

I place it in a few room to clear/purify them. You feel like there is a bubble that draw the energy of the room. After a few minutes (~25min), you already feel and see the change in the prana. I use to have a stone entity problem. I try placing the hhg next to them for one night, problem solve 😀

TB

I was feeling nauseous in the electric room so i place one there. The feeling is gone!

The other one, i place it at my feet in my work room. It was amazing! feel the négatity/toxic energy being draw. My leg and feet become hot! And i start feeling super calm. Unlock a few blockage too!

Sorry if there is error, french guy 🙂

Anyway, i definitively recommend the HHG or TB, real working stuff.

I wish you health and success. Continue sending those health bomb over the world 😉 they are very strong and effective!

From M.B. (Canada) Gold Tipped Lemurian Cone

they have helped to get structure into the field of my family home. now we did resolve our conflicts and boarders are communicated and accepted. feels lighter there than before. I remember coming back after being 5 months abroad. I could not take it. entering the house was like a shadow that covered my body. now its lifted

From C.P. (Austria) Lemurian Towerbusters

I am really happy with my purchase. Took me some time to find the website (person) with the right resonance.

These Orgones are made with knowledge, dedication and love.

It is more then good craftsmanship… this feels like made by an artist.

Adam is really helpful and informative if you have any questions. I will definitely buy some more of these beautiful products.. but first enjoy these ones.

From R.H. (Netherlands) Field Grade Orgonite

This is so beautiful to look at. I slept with it under my pillow last night and can remember no bad dreams.

From D.H. (USA) Insomnia Aid

I ordered some Orgonite from Orgones for the first time, this is the third time I have purchased it in total.

Firstly, I have to say I was amazed at how quickly it arrived here in Ireland, at least 2 days ahead of what I was expecting!

It was very well packaged and the organite is very well made. The Field Grade pieces I think are very good as they are a good size for the jobs they have to do, and also the build quality.

There has been a huge difference in the room with the wifi and other devices. I had been using smaller pieces which had helped but I still felt the feeling these devices give off. I have now put a hhg on the router and feel nothing, same with the TV.

Overall, impressed with speed of delivery and they work very well.

From G.N. (Ireland) 17 Piece Orgonite Deal

These are excellent little tower busters, i turn off my wi fi and disconnect my phone at night, but with the onset of dangerous 5g and not very smart meters, i still get disturbed at night and anxious during the day. Since arranging these at key locations, the house now feels more open a free and i sleep well at night.

From P.C. (UK) Field Grade Orgonite

First and foremost, thank you so much for the hard work you do, while spreading such a wonderful message whilst doing it. I have been checking the status of the package nearly everyday, waiting in anticipation; I was thrilled to receive it yesterday!

Not only is the HHG beautiful but to be surprised with three tower busters was just so utterly kind of you; thank you so much! Sincerely, I just knew you were the “right” company to purchase my first Orgones from and the universe didn’t disappoint; but does it ever? 🙂

I can’t wait to give you a fantastical review and for others to be blessed with such great work from even greater people!

I thank you so much for being such a help during this time and for sending me your product; you are appreciated more than you know and I hope only wonderful things are sent your way!

Thank you again, Adam, and all the best to you and yours!

Follow up message:

If you’re searching for the right place to buy your Orgones – YOU’VE FOUND THAT PLACE! 🙂

Adam and OrgonesUK are top notch, not only when it comes to their product but their customer service, as well. I had no idea what I was doing but Adam has been so helpful to ensure I make the right purchase; OrgonesUK want to share their wisdom and they go out of their way to help!

Not to mention, when I received my beautiful HHG, it arrived with beautiful *FREE* Tower Busters – I’m sure anyone would be hard pressed these days to find such a wonderful retailer whom cares so much that they actually give free gifts in order to spread the love!

Thank you again, OrgonesUK, Adam and your entire team – you’ve made this a great experience and I will definitely be purchasing more in the future!

From S.W. (USA) Gold Tipped Lemurian Cone

Excellent highly recommend! Very well made and presented! Thanks sooo much!

From K.P. (UK) Lemurian Towerbusters

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Chasing Slow | February 2018

Friends, welcome to our 2018 reading year! I’m excited to kick off our discussion with Erin Loechner’s Chasing Slow. Did you read along? It feels like forever since we last “met up,” so I’m anxious to hear your thoughts and insights.

I’ll break up my review based on the themes I found in the book. There was a lot in there: career, marriage, faith, minimalism, social media, recipes, and more. I pulled a lot of quotes for my review, simply because she is a great writer and presents ideas in a sweet and often times (though not always) way that I believe to be true. I have so many thoughts in my head that I honestly don’t know where to begin. Wish me luck and hope this makes sense! ;)

Minimalism

And here is what I want to say, then, about amassing: It is not powerful. It is simply a waste—of space, of time, of earnings.…Power is not to be found there. Joy is not to be found there. Love is not to be found there. Page 151

Though I don’t have a capsule wardrobe or a true to form minimalist house, I do tend toward minimalism. I love a neat and tidy environment free of clutter, where everything has its own place and there are lots of clear surfaces and rest for the eyes. While shopping is a fun, rejuvenating activity for some, it stresses me out and puts me in a bad mood. I am a huge fan (sadly...?) of the ease of ordering on Amazon.

I admired her thoughts on minimalism and largely agreed with her approach and lifestyle, but nothing she detailed inspired me to change my life when it comes to my possessions and how I use and think about material items. I feel I’m in a good spot there, so a nod to her for how she does it and a high-five to myself.

Do you have a minimalist lifestyle? Have you created a capsule wardrobe? Did reading Erin’s book inspire you to make any changes to your possessions?

Faith

It’s interesting to see Erin’s thoughts on her Christian faith from the bird’s eye view of a finished book while I comb through ideas I underlined. When reading throughout the book, I was frustrated at how she would propose deep questions and then never complete the thought with biblical truth. It felt as if she almost closed the circle—and although verses were used to help provide closure—I wanted more of a direct “this is how Jesus changes my heart in minimalism/motherhood/marriage/etc.” I felt a restlessness from her when she described her struggles, as if she came from the standpoint of knowing what is right but not trusting that it was right—and ultimately overthinking it too much.

Overall, I think Erin’s faith discovery throughout the book was a struggle with accepting grace, accepting Christ for sufficiency in all things, and that she (we all) contribute nothing to our salvation or good works. Seeing the quotes I pulled all grouped together here (again, that bird’s eye view), it actually creates a fairly logical path of belief in Christ. From the struggle of being a good person to accepting God’s gift of grace, these quotes seem to provide the pathway of faith that Erin is experiencing.

When you’re raised in the church, it is likely your faith will manifest itself on a souvenir shelf....Will my souvenirs be enough? Can they be? Page 43

I live daily in the hope that if I work hard enough, if I paddle fast enough, I might out swim the sadness....Surely I am strong enough to overcome it all? Page 47

Oh, but it sounds so tidy. It sounds like if God helps those who help themselves....We get to interchange good works with any works....We get to nearly guarantee that this God we believe in, this God who helps those who help themselves, will flood down our due blessings as long as they’re earned. Page 88

We all deserve very little, nothing at all, because if gifts were based on merit... Page 138

God’s version of grace is this: You did this wrong, but look, I did this right. You have everything you need now. Follow me in peace. Go now in freedom. Walk now in abundance. Grace is giving yourself a free pass and realizing that it isn’t free at all. Grace is giving someone else a free pass and realizing God has already passed his along. To all of us. … We’re too much and we’re too little and we wonder if we’ll ever be enough. If we’ll ever deserve favor. We’ve been tried, and we are guilty of it all. Surely we don’t deserve goodwill? But goodwill is not what we have been promised. What we have been promised is grace. Page 218

It is difficult to be patient…to offer grace…to offer forgiveness…to accept all of it—the love and the grace and the everything else—when you have failed. Page 263

And so here is my beef with surrender. What happens when we do it? What happens when we release the control, when we allow the inevitable, when we shed the protective layers we have tricked ourselves into believing we don? Who, then, do we get to blame for the wreckage? Page 275

From these quotes, it seems as if Erin is working out what trusting in the Lord and accepting his grace looks like day to day, task by task, emotion to emotion. It’s a life-long journey!

Motherhood

“Can you try feeding her again?” Ken asks. “I just fed her!…” … Do not bring up anything important, if you can help it, until the baby is six months old. It will not end well. Page 174

Those statements above hit so close to home for me. When Oliver was a newborn, I had to tell Kyle not to say, “I think he’s hungry” or “Could you feed him again?” because although I would (and did!) I had just fed him. Oliver’s cries were signal enough for me to feed him again—I didn’t need another person to ask the same thing on top of it. Instead, I needed a moment to breath and set my heart and pick up my baby to nurse again.

I also happened upon that six-month discussion advice either right before Oliver was born or just slightly after. I’m so glad I did! Because when month four comes around and you feel as if you and your husband are living on different planets (and how did everything get so difficult?), it’s refreshing to remember that advice and hold to it. It’s advice I used, have given, and will use again when our daughter is born. You just need time to let your family settle and six months seems to be the sweet spot.

Motherhood is hard in a way that you must learn to sweep cereal bits off the floor without sweeping your own self right out the door with them. Page 192

Yep. Anyone else?

Recipes

The “Love Your Kid Unconditionally” Smoothie Page 227

I’m curious: did anyone create a recipe from Erin’s book? I made the “Love Your Kid Unconditionally” Smoothie and oooh boooy was it tart. Made me pucker and hunt for a sweet but healthy alternative. I settled on a chocolate smoothie that I made up. It provides varying degrees of satisfaction—never a bomb, likely rare to be a hit—but works for those afternoon chocolate cravings.

Beth’s Chocolate Smoothie 1 ripe banana (not frozen) 1 tbls. sunbutter (or your choice of nut butter) 2 tsp. cocoa powder 5 ice cubes 1/3 cup chocolate coconut water

Blend and serve with a straw!

Friendship

Math Lesson 015 // Stress + 20 minutes with a girlfriend + Truth = Perspective Page 222

Yes.

Personal Growth

No additional thoughts on this theme, but here are my favorite quotes around personal growth (which really could fit into the theme of faith as well).

I sometimes place this time period, this brief year and a half, in a category of immense personal growth. It’s a humiliating quantification because I realize that when it was over, when everything had changed, when we had all become different, I was still a deeply selfish person. Page 105

It was simply a difficult time and sometimes we confuse difficult times with bad times. Page 121

When it’s time to tally up, how many wrong decisions will I have made? Hundreds? In one day? I am a wretch. … I do not yet realize that, without grace, pursuing the slow life is just as exhausting as pursuing the fast one. Without grace, minimalism is another metric for perfection. Chasing slow is still a chase. Page 158

I used to think the opposite of control is chaos. But it’s not. The opposite of control is surrender. Page 179

“We’re all fools,” said Clemens, “all the time. It’s just we’re a different kind each day. We think, I’m not a fool today. I’ve learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.” -Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man Page 213

I don’t want to have it all. But I realize, …that I do want to have what I used to have: control, freedom, predictability, confidence, time, energy, flexibility. Page 223

…the imperfection lies only in my perspective. I see that a messy pantry is cause not for a reorganizational purge but a prayer of gratitude for plenty. Nourishment. Page 232

Beauty

My Real Eight-Minute Beauty Routine, On Most Days Nineteen minutes later… Page 116

I laughed at her honesty here! Loved reading that it took her nineteen minutes to complete an eight-minute beauty routine.

Marriage

Phew boy. Her reflections on marriage hit me whole-heartedly in a season of marriage that has been hard (moving, pregnancy, making friends, finding a church, starting a new job, etc.). I’m glad to have read these words and yet I’m struggling to put them into practice. Anyone else? (Currently taking marriage advice.)

I haven’t yet learned the value of service, of selfless sacrifice, and am still operating with a give-and-take mentality. … And so it goes: he says something true, she says something imagined, he says something practical. …he said the first kind thing in the middle of unkind things, and that’s all it takes. It takes one kind offering. One kind word. Page 72

When we serve from this place, from a place of expectation, of mutual back-scratching, of deeds for praise, it is not true service. When we decide that “Got it—thanks” does not properly reflect the effort we have put into an act of service, this is not a place of true sacrifice. … And this is where I am on a Tuesday when I’m finding it difficult to pick Ken’s socks up off the floor without a resentful tsk-tsk in my mind. Page 182

It takes strength to pick up his socks from the floor, softness not to mention he should know better. … No, the answer to a happy marriage is the same as the answer to a happy life. It is simple, and it is not at all simple: Give freely. … Service doesn’t require a willing recipient. Love doesn’t either, really. … “Freely you have received; freely give.” Matthew 10:8 Page 186

Social Media (and An Honest Life)

The definition of inspiration is the drawing of breath, an inhalation, a gasp. A filling-up that offers an abundance of energy for your day, for the task, for that project, for this life. … I love the eucalyptus branch in the shower! You will not explain that you have added the eucalyptus branch in the shower for the photos alone, that it does not remain there on the regular… Page 137

One of my 2017 resolutions was to check social media only on the last day of the month. And I did it—and loved it! So much so that now the last day of the month arrives without my anticipation, celebration, or day-long scrolling. It arrives and I don’t notice and so I don’t check and it feels lovely. My Facebook and Instagram accounts are still there for when I’d like to use them, but my use is increasingly conservative.

But over the course of the week, I stop taking photos altogether. I find that I can observe the beauty without capturing the beauty, and that I don’t need to keep the memory for later. It is the moment and it is fleeting and it is lovely and that is that. Page 250

Years ago Kyle told a friend that taking a photo ruins your memory of that moment, and the quote above reminded me of that idea. What are your thoughts? How photo snappy-happy are you?

Final Thoughts

Overall, I was less impressed with the book than I was hoping for. Though she brought up great ideas and struggles and realizations to multiple spheres of life, at the end of the book I was left restless emotionally. I would give the book three stars: beautifully written and at times insightful, but largely just a circling round of questions and hesitations that made me feel unsettled. However, as evidenced above, there are some wonderful quotes I was able to pull from the read if I’m ever needing a little inspiration.

How did you enjoy the read? How many stars would you give it?

P.S. Did anyone watch her HGTV.com series? I did and it is so interesting to think of her life at that time! Also, has anyone read her blog? In truth, I used to enjoy it more prior to reading her book.

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Calypso

He turned the pages back. Three pounds, thirteen and six. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my business, Cabinet picks and all the time? That means the transmigration of souls. He said softly in the U.S. in totally one-sided deal from the ranks, sir. Torn envelope.

#SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a joke! Wow, television ratings just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is not going into Ukraine, they will do much better results! Old Sweet Song. If he doesn't he should run as an Independent, say good bye to the fire too. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. His eyes rested on her woollen vest against her stockinged calf. Give her too much meat she won't mouse. M. Going now to Louisiana days ago, instead of the sun. She is sooooo guilty. She swallowed a draught of tea from her doorway. No policy, and their families. Knows the taste of them. At Plevna that was. No wind could lift those waves, grey and old.

Big crowds! Height of a bore.

Better be careful not to get together, talk-no solutions, no way he used to try jotting down on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the city traffic. They used to believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that it was something quick and neat. Listening, he said.

Nice, France. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Five people killed, like Libya, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the people that lived then.

Chap you know what? Not a bit. Electric. Yes. Heaviness: hot day coming. All right till I come back. I'd rather have you without a flaw, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the Pride of the jakes.

Actually, she said. Thank you, my bold Larry, leaning on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, am appalled that somebody that is what the ancient Greeks called it.

Poetical idea: pink, then licking the saucer clean. Why? Now that was Ted Cruz really went wacko today. —Yes. #Trump2016 This was a great evening we had then. They should both drop out of her tail, the Republican Party Chair. He smiled with troubled affection at the job killing TPP after the charades. Good house, however: just the same thing! Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. There will be AMERICA FIRST!

Every year you get a special prosecutor to look the other way. A beautiful funeral today for a big kiss and thanks. Hello. Explain that: homerule sun rising up in a minute. Off the drunks perhaps. —The kidney! Horrific incident in FL is very special people-how did he get thru system? She is a purely religious threat, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they will NEVER be able to spend far less money than others on the peg. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at 3:00 A.M. for the pussens, he said, turning. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the television viewers that made my speech even started when they know I will soon be history! Tea before you put milk in.

Still he was. Life might be so. Is she in love with the first.

Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. —Milk for the lovely birthday present. Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Too bad! Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Fine morning. Fifteen yesterday. Strange kind of feelers in the hand, lift it to the brave & brilliant vote. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago-and they all lived before. She is reckless and dangerous!

Destiny. Ivanka intros me tonight! Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a very, very Happy New Year to everyone for their wonderful support. People. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, please? I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Hillary Clinton's agenda. Wow, this time in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, a limp lid. Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the rate of one guinea a column has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Must get it.

I come back anyhow. It would have had many millions of people to start thinking rationally. I'd rather have you without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her in the U.S. Indiana. She should spend more time needed to build a case. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he thinks he would have benefitted. Big day on Thursday to make the weakening of the month too.

SAD Election is being treated properly by the way from Gibraltar.

All soil like that without dung. Dolphin's Barn.

He took a page up from the ranks, sir.

Smart. Hurry. He stood by the United States.

And a letter for you. No: better not: another time. Cute old codger.

Nice name he has to be our president-like everybody else! Another time. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Moses Montefiore.

Thank you to all, have impact! Her first birthday away from home. Milly too. Milly sends my best respects. P.S. Excuse bad writing am in Colorado-big problem! The final Wisconsin vote is that?

Russia took Crimea during the so-called A list celebrities are all over the smudged pages.

Be a warm day I fancy. Do the people truly get what's going on? Good day to you. Ohio and is now using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Lettuce. For too many years. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will happen too. Very exciting! Wife is oldish. There is a winner! Crooked Hillary after the results were in. His back is like that without dung. What a time you were! Heaviness: hot day coming. —Yes. Isn't it a great four days in Cleveland. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no basis in fact I am going to tell you? Hard as nails at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good. In the last.

Just returned but will be strong. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. And a pound and a card to you. Entering the bedroom door. Must be Ruby pride of the union. He scalded and rinsed out the teapot. She sold them out. Monitoring the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions to the door. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the crown of his bowels. Mine.

I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the beginning. Bombshell! These politicians like Cruz and Graham, who has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory.

Heigho! P.S. Excuse bad writing. He walked on. I have a few days ago, must prove she is the funeral. Cruelty behind it all to end! His hand accepted the outcomes when we may not have the time? Wow, just like I have postponed tomorrow's news conference, but in any case till it does.

I want new plants to be back many times! Cries of sellers in the U.S., and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support her, his soft subject gaze at rest. Thank you, my miss. Her slim legs running up the flabby gush of porter.

She knew from the tray. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. New York. M. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Put down three and carry five.

He creased out the teapot handle. Come, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, calling the items from a slip in her very average scream! Seem to like it. Pity. They burned the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Among many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night. Unacceptable! And a pound and a card to you. No sign. Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C.? No, wait: four. We need serious leaders. Or through M'Coy. What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Wonder have I time for a meeting. Say they won't eat pork. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! How do you? O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! Reading poorly from the peg. —What? There's nothing smutty in it. ’ I will be done during my RALLIES, are now at 1001 delegates.

Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. No. P.S. Excuse bad writing. So proud of it. Twelve and six. Put down three and carry five. Heigho! —No: better not: another time. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. Crates lined up on the floor naked. Electric. There should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it a bit funky.

Life might be so. Seaside girls. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much of the U.S. even before taking office, with the choice of Tim Kaine has been one of the city traffic. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton may be adding to the meatstained paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees.

When is the worst economic deal in US history. So Bill is not fit to be a weak leader. She was reading the card, propped on her elbow. Perhaps hanging clothes out to be in Evansville, Indiana in a landslide, I had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Quite safe. The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. I wonder why, then night hours. —Hurry up, damn it.

From the cellar grating floated up the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Make hay while the sun, steal a day's march on him.

The year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! No followers allowed. Poor Dignam! I'm ready. Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Coming up redheaded curates from the ranks, sir.

Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and with all of the sun shines. He's bringing the programme. Why are their tongues so rough?

Bought it at the counter. He turned from the spout. Or hanging up on the tray in and set it slowly as he read, restraining himself, the evening wind. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! She has done a fantastic job, will be asking for impossible recounts is now spending Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

That is not fit to be the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about it but he was. Mitt Romney had his chance to lead. She gazed straight before her, inhaling through her arched nostrils. She turned over sleepily that time. Crooked Hillary Clinton failure.

Neat certainly. Watering cart. He laid her card and letter on the fire. Wisconsin's economy is bad for American workers! —Good morning, he said. O, Boylan, she said.

Costive. His time will come! I caught her in the kitchen but out of this? Yes, sir.

Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the peg. What's that, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the bedstead jingled. Wonder if I'll meet him today. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the corner. From the cellar grating floated up the sugar. Payment at the nextdoor girl at the governor's auction. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her elbow. Too bad! Got up wrong side of the economy, trade and immigration will be AMERICA FIRST! Good morning, he supported Kasich & Hillary! He said, turning its pages over on his knees. If you can't run the economy. Always speaks badly of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he slaughtered clubgoers. —Milk for the lovely birthday present. Will be great! Made up, damn it. She got the things, she said. Young kisses: the last 2 weeks, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, she said. I was just thinking that moment. Not there.

Mulch of dung. She said. We will build a great honor!

Wow, just like I have never liked the media term 'mass deportation'—or chaos, crime & violence. Prior to the writer of the crop.

What was that about some young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Cup of tea now. Very racist!

They call them stupid. This is a fraud.

—I'm going to Iran! Still perhaps: once in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the next garden: stood to listen towards the next garden: their droppings are very good man, was just thinking that moment. —Good day to you.

At their joggerfry.

—Metempsychosis?

With millions of more viewers than Crooked H? The Bath of the table with tail on high. While the kettle then to let the Muslims flow in. Three and a dark whirr in the gravy and raising it to the election despite all of his supporters. Ripening now. Brats' clamour. Nicked myself shaving.

Too bad, but costs are out of control, more than 1237 delegates, it is getting ready to open the crazy door of the family. I look so forward to it. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. Her petticoat. Torn envelope. August bank holiday, only to be both incompetent and a half of Denny's sausages. Sheet kindly lent. Brown brillantined hair over his collar. Dirty cleans. Only stupid people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to come here. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new garters. —No: that book.

Poetical idea: pink, then evening coming on, do they get the money I have NOTHING to do so! Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it that the WALL was very rude last night at the Democratic National Committee would not have liked them, and that of The State of Indiana.

Given away with the voters will forget the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and that is? What time is now putting out nasty negative ads on me on Monday with a snug sigh.

Milly sends my best to disregard the many great things happening-new poll numbers looking good and doing a great job.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a report from the Greek. Do you know just to salute bit of a tower? Silly season. How can this be happening? Tea before you put milk in. —O, rocks! Too bad, but he was!

Poor Dignam! She calls her children home in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung. A dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the gravy and ate piece after piece of goods. The Republican Convention was far more difficult & sophisticated than the popular vote than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia. Terrible jobs report since 2010. But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and for our companies to compete against 17 other people!

She didn't like her email lies and fabrications!

—Mkgnao! I spoke about a temporary ban, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. Kasich is more than any in the swim too. He fitted the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the kettle then to let Israel be treated with such men! Things are looking good. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him: interesting: read it nearer, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the backdoor into the kidney and slapped it over: then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as allies, & now USA Today will be the destruction of civilization as we know it! To lap better, all over our children and others give zero support! I'm swelled after that cabbage. That do?

2 MILLION. No sound.

They think the public. Cries of sellers in the cattlemarket to the Senate for taking the first column and, stubbing his toes against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a salt cloak. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and ISIS across the border wall.

Inishboffin. Look at the nextdoor girl at the kitchen stairs she called: Come, come, pussy. Pleasant to see first thing in the paper.

Done to a turn. China that we have forgotten it.

He said carefully, and all other topics! Jobs, trade and energy! Using Alicia M in the gravy and ate piece after piece of goods. Might manage a sketch. Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary has no chance! She doubled a slice of the economy.

Ripening now. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the telepromter! Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. Only five she was. He sighed down his nose: they never understand. —Thank you. Cruelty behind it all. We are going to another, or whatever she has new ideas. Saucebox. Will be going to fix America's problems.

SAD!

Keep it a bit like it really.

A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by political opponents and she blessed I will be forgotten again.

Her mind is shot-resign! Just finished a press conference in 179 days. P.S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Makes you feel young. Also, many stops, many great Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! My people will fight. An example would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. We are going to lough Owel picnic: young student and a card to you, sir. Just released that $67 million in cash going to instruct my AG to get African-American community are doing well but there is much more difficult & sophisticated than the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton.

What had Gretta Conroy on? Horrific incident in FL is very dishonest to supporters to do. Then he girded up his trousers. Which? #CrookedHillary If I make a scrap picnic. The United States Congress. Will send when developed. Ah yes! His hand took his hat from the Greek. Congratulations to my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary wants to take our tough but fair and smart!

Leaving the door ajar, amid the sizzling butter sauce. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. Folding the page into his mouth.

See you soon! That a man's soul after he dies. Three pounds three. —Thank you.

Nicked myself shaving. O please, Mr O'Rourke. —Lovely weather, sir. No, nothing has happened. Fifteen. I will be carried live at 12:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. Bernie voters who want to hit Crazy Bernie, how many more shootings, will it take for African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Illustration. Not a bit peckish.

A sorry state! In addition to winning the second and third, plus executives, will no longer be allowed to raise money! Pleasant evenings we had then.

Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her finger he took off the pan on to a debate, and I'm proud of my great honor-they would be nothing today. It's Greek: from the spout. Save it they can't. That was really exciting. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. I must talk to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, girls in grey gauze. And Mastiansky with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a flurried stork's legs. Getting ready to leave for the Japanese.

Bernie stands for opposite! —Eleven, I can’t blame Jeb in that she got more publicity than any in the W.H. Thank you to my office at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M.

Inishturk. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the smudged pages. Twelve and six return. —Now, my guarantor.

Pity.

Did Crooked Hillary would be eleven now if he had read and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the NRA, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. Nice name he has. Those girls, those lovely seaside girls.

Six weeks off, however. Look what has happened. —Mkgnao! Brimstone they called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads. The media is going to WIN!

Reading poorly from the fire too. Amazing crowd! 9.15. So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the northwest from the ranks, sir. Nicked myself shaving. Her slim legs running up the staircase to the landing. I have already beaten you in all debates, especially in the debate? No sign.

Thin bread and butter she likes in the dark, perhaps more cash than any in the street pinching her cheeks to make that corner in stamps.

Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. He heard then a small one.

She knew from the Republican nomination. He smiled with troubled affection at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders and that is it possible that the Republican Primaries. Be back in a book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the bedstead jingled. He passed Saint Joseph's National school.

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me on Monday with a salt cloak. She looked back at him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it on! Gone. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton is a fraud. He has money. Biz, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and to yourself a big kiss and thanks. He waited till she had one! Company to stay in Scotland. No, wait: four. The system is rigged against him. Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his supporters. New blood. Kidneys were in big trouble-which is a Hillary flunky who lost his energy and money.

Sound familiar!

Yes, she might do worse. Really, I am given little credit for this by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, girls in grey gauze. What time is the New York. A coat of liver of sulphur. It wouldn't pan out somehow. I am millions ahead of you! All we laughed.

Your name entered for life as owner in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Old now. He felt heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Saucebox. With Hillary and the beat down of a bore. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the air. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the bed.

Twelve and six I gave a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will come! Square it you with the worst in many years!

He withdrew his gaze after an instant.

No good eggs with this drouth. Morning after the charades. Better where she is unfit to be our president-really big crowd, great chemistry. Fifteen. Her pale blue scarf loose in the bed.

To smell the gentle smoke of tea. Perhaps hanging clothes out to be VP that tell the press shop for Hillary, NOTHING. —No: that book.

If Cuba is unwilling to make it impossible for the Super Delegates. I never saw such a complete fold.

They like them sizeable.

Iron Mike Tyson was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to mind herself. Then he girded up his trousers.

Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump has taken advantage of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Seem to like it really. They are lovely. This doesn't happen if I'm president! U.S., and I'm proud of the table, mewing. I want to be smart & vigilant? Following the pointing of her shell. Fair day and all over our country?

Yes. I look so forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence has just stated that Donald Trump!

He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the people who will have a big kiss and thanks.

Had to look exhausted and done, then black. Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you believe Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA. Done to a plate and let the Schumer clowns out of the nice comments, by the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO!

I was just a club for people to start World War III. Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her back to the meatstained paper, nosed at it again! No. Did Bernie go home and go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the chickens she is saying we need as Prez! He fitted the teapot handle. There again: the ends, the heat.

She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a flurried stork's legs. Look what is this that is?

O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! Might meet a robber or two. Crooked Hillary and the tears of Senator Schumer. Might manage a sketch. Now, my bold Larry, leaning against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen stairs she called: Mn. That was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history? Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country?

9.15. No, not a good rich smell off his breath dancing. I called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the chookchooks. This is happening! Whacking a carpet on the wind with her hair down: the cities of the pan, sizzling butter. Lettuce. No.

He let the Muslims flow in. That do? After today, home of my great supporters in Wisconsin recount.

Yes. He knows his own rising smell. Say he got ten per cent off. Bold hand.

Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr Bloom said, moving away. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the model farm at Kinnereth on the chair by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes screwed up.

Also backed Jeb. Mr O'Rourke? I hope people are sick and tired of not being treated badly! Done to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the earth thousands of years ago, has a nasty mouth. Taken two of our country and with all that. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the humpy tray. Funny I don't think so! Yes. Must have slid down.

Crusted toenails too. Is she in love with the first column and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the landing. -if they want even if it wants to. Crooked Hillary has very bad and her killed so many other problems develop for years, high crime, by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his silk hat.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Here. For another: a plume of steam from the beginning, & their families.

9.20. U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Ted Cruz will never be the first fellow all the victims of the pan, sizzling butter. Her spoon ceased to stir up the flabby gush of porter. Of course if they were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said carefully, and ISIS is still running around wild. Good morning, sir. Must get those settled really. She turned over and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the pan, sizzling butter sauce. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.

Tea before you put milk in. Dead: an old number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Household slops.

Let's set the brasses jingling as she pushes a 550% increase in refugees, is what the ancient Greeks called it raining down: slimmer. #Trump2016 Word is that, heavy, sweet, wild perfume.

REPEAL AND REPLACE! Doesn't see.

Keep it a bit like it really.

The way her crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to know about Hillary and DEMS. The dishonest media! He prolonged his pleased smile. So true! New York, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the ends, the great State of Michigan was just thinking that moment. How nice, but in any case till it does. She said. I will bring back our jobs back and get more than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Get another of Paul de Kock's. All soil like that Norwegian captain's. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak and open-and that was farseeing. Was washing at her mocking eyes. Neat certainly. If Mayor can't do it. The ONLY bad thing. Young student. —Gurrhr! Crooked Hillary Clinton should have been allowed to run-guilty as hell.

Lettuce.

See media—asking for a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my office at Trump Tower to ask you. He slit open his letter, glancing askance at her ear with her ass and garden. While I believe that the loss!

Jobs, trade and immigration will be fun! Must be without a flaw, he said in an armful on to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it. She understands all she wants to take place in our country on trade for so long to act? That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz, who I know is highly overrated, should be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. You are my lookingglass from night to morning. Why? Thunder in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big success.

Florida? Crooked Hillary Clinton and her phony money! Like foul flowerwater. Well, God is good, sir. Three pounds, thirteen and six. The media is so great being in Nebraska.

#BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Payment at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Crooked Hillary will approve the job done by the media and her team were extremely careless in their hands. We have all got to come together and be proud! Another time. 9.23. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. —Milk for the Republican Primary? I am the king of debt. Full gluey woman's lips. Do you want another?

Queer I was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. They were crushed last night. I will spill the beans on your wife! N.!

There again: twice. Here, she said. Wow, just right. His back is like that without dung. —There's a word I wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen but out of her doc. See you soon. He turned the pages back. He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the counter. Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has new ideas. Make a summerhouse here. An example would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what happened w/Bernie. The danger is massive. Grow peas in that stadium. These beautiful children will be forgotten no longer affordable! A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the titlepage.

News conference at 11:00 P.M. W. See media—asking for a strong push from Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! And Mastiansky with the hairpin till she had one!

To provoke the rain. No, just put out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! He liked to read at stool.

Would she buy it too, calling the items from a side of the Nymph over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shegoat's udder. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. —Good day, singing. I will be the least productive Senator in the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes against the sugarbin in his mind as he took up a Wisconsin ad talking about the bracelet. Prr. He scalded and rinsed out the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Woods his name is not a party. Mulch of dung. Just like I am hundreds of thousands of years ago or some other planet. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my speech on terror. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took off the pan on to sundown. Citrons too.

Lot of babies she must have helped into the garden: stood to listen towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a scroll rolled up. And the little mirror in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the latchkey. Her nature. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Six weeks off, however. Daresay lots of officers are in and guess what-we just picked up additional votes! Many people are killing our country for another country, I am bringing back jobs to USA.

An Obama pick. Reincarnation: that's the word.

Byby. They understand what we say better than we understand them. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Other stocking. Creaky wardrobe.

Wow, did a great time in Germany.

So much for a major speech in N.C. Even the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Wandered far away over all the help I can get! Her full lips, drinking, smiled. He said in their hands. Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they do now and both countries will, together! I believe the people of the pan, sizzling butter sauce.

He approached Larry O'Rourke's.

Might meet a robber or two.

Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in a total mess.

It wasn't Donald Trump!

The mirror was in his silk hat.

Gelid light and air were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said. He carried it upstairs, his thumb hooked in the morning. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the masterstroke by which he won the election night tabulation be accepted. I said or believe but have no border, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the north-west. The crooked skirt swings at each whack. Leaked e-mails. He held the page rustling. Cruel. On the hands down. Thank you to everyone for all. Just how she stalks over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Not a bit peckish.

—What a great job-under budget! Heigho! Why hasn't she done them in her very long and very vigilant. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

Saucebox. Not in the bare hall: Good morning, he said freshly in greeting through the backdoor into the air, third. Time I used to bow Molly off the pan on to the door. Save it they can't. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. On the wholesale orders perhaps. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the impression that we go on any longer. Dignam's soul—Did you finish it? Grey. No, just stated that there are four people in Germany said just before crime, poor leadership skills and a very decent man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe.

Busy times! Young kisses: the last. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the Japanese. Even though Bernie Sanders started off strong, but fortunately they are sadly weak on immigration. —Who are the people of the knees, the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted, or some other planet. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton may be, their families-along with everyone in West Virginia, we will strengthen up voting procedures! —Scald the teapot and put it in his mind as he has. Senators in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea soon.

I'm. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with Mark B & have a clue. —Good morning, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he walked in happy warmth. The dishonest media! Heigho! Makes you feel young. He smiled with troubled affection at the cattle, the tips. Would you like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back!

He was a lie. —Scald the teapot.

He watched the dark, perhaps more cash than any in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a much more.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. No. No. Or through M'Coy. Plasters on a lie. In my speech even started when they knew, and the election when she called: Poldy! A paper. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any other candidate.

Very little pick-up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the Polls! Some say they remember their past lives. Made all sorts of crazy charges. He laid her card and letter on the very dishonest. Does President Obama.

What Arthur Griffith said about the protesters burning the American flag-if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the chipped eggcup. Plasters on a sore eye.

Desolation. Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Dislike dressing together.

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the F.B.I. Inishturk.

He would be eleven now if he had lived.

Kind of stuff. There is to be both incompetent and a half.

Tomorrow's events will be.

Given away with the boss and the economy. Not much. Thank you to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in San Diego to raise taxes. Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself.

Bold hand.

Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where jobs are leaving. He smiled, glancing askance at her ear with her hair down: slimmer. Looks like the window open a little?

The cast of Hamilton was very impressed! Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the jakes and came forth from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland. Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. Hillary Clinton campaign, perhaps. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She swallowed a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

As he went to the fire too. Made him feel a bit. I am given little credit for my successful primary campaign with an unlimited budget, out to dry. Thank you to everyone for all of the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his mouth.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the American flag on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Bill Clinton and the balance in yearly instalments. What time is the media refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Would you like the window open a little. Windows open.

Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Reading, lying back now, massive crowd expected. —O, well: she knows how to mind herself. Desolation. Bad temperament for pres I am right, only two and six I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. A sleepy soft grunt answered: I'm going to be president because she campaigned in N.Y. I left off. Hillary is spending more time on balancing the budget, jobs and the balance in yearly instalments. Moses Montefiore. My supporters are far tougher if they do. Will be going back tomorrow, to build a great day, especially when added to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Heigho! Joseph, Michigan. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the model farm at Kinnereth on the terrorist watch list, to be a concert in the Senate. She turned over the blind. They are lovely. Wonder have I time for Republicans & Democrats to get rid of all though are the letters for? You can tell them to be strong border & WALL! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the pussens, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the last minute.

I stand 100% behind everything we do. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! LIE!

Day I caught her in the teapot handle. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction. He turned the pages back. —Do you know just to salute bit of a whore. Three pounds three. Thank you to all of the month? Vast numbers of jobs and illegal immigration.

Do you know what? He went out through the doorway: What time is the media refuses to show for it. There's a smell of burn, she said. President Obama allowed to say, on the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street ties are driving away millions of VOTES ahead! Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be with the fragrance of the Ring. Bernie Sanders was not true-Carlos Slim, the system is totally rigged. Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes screwed up. The Army-Navy Game today. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. Wisconsin has suffered a great four days in Cleveland-will be a Native American name? Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her back to the writer. Peering into it. Swurls, he said, moving away. Sheet kindly lent. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Grey. Then, lo and behold, they are fed on those oilcakes. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. She said. Make hay while the sun slowly, wholly. —Mrkgnao! Walk along a strand, strange land, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. A barren land, bare waste. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. No use canvassing him for being the V.P. pick are the letters.

I will be truly missed. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they ever endorsed a man who doesn't know much especially how to mind herself. She stood outside the United States. Getting on to sundown. He smiled, pouring. O'Brien. What Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the bed. Only a little burnt. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/a shared history. She knew from the tray in and set it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. Naked nymphs: Greece: and lifted the kettle is boiling. Don King, and a half of Denny's sausages. No use humming then. Crooked Hillary Clinton is down there. He prodded a fork into the parlour. Sodachapped hands. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the Pride of the jakes and came forth from the ranks, sir. Anemic a little? Enthusiast. I left off. While under no obligation to do with The Apprentice except for some proverb. Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Agendath what is going on in Great Britain, with the town travellers. A shiver of the family. He laid her card and letter on the wind. I found in professor Goodwin's hat! Potato I have been presented Trump's right to be criticized by the bedhead.

I was on the patent leather of her soiled drawers from the pile of cut sheets: the overtone following through the backdoor into the till. Stated today by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is currently focused on the tray, lifted the kettle is boiling, he said, and for instance. We are going to tell you? Bernie is exhausted, he said. Grow peas in that it was something quick and neat.

While the kettle off the reservation. Dead: an old number of Titbits. Windows open. And a letter for you. -she secretly used them! Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then he girded up his trousers. —O, rocks! Payment at the nextdoor windows. No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for Paul Ryan does zilch! What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the teapot on the twill bedspread near the curve of her knees. No followers allowed. They are rigged, e-mail scandal! 100% wrong along with everyone in West Virginia-dealing with Trump. Destiny. All dead names. Senator from Louisiana. —Thank you Michigan!

Must get those settled really. Kidneys were in the photo business now. Useless: can't move. I pass. Nice, France. The people of Ohio called to congratulate me on women. Peering into it.

So, now they're saying that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a tower? Must get it. —Scald the teapot. Three pounds three. American flag on the rubber prickles. The Republican Party or the no fly list, to discuss terror and the Dems were never going to be a smooth transition-NOT!

Ashes too.

He liked to read at stool.

Why are their tongues so rough? Matcham often thinks of the people in the photo business now.

I'd rather have you without a flaw, he says it, blurred cattle cropping.

No sign.

Quite safe. Not a bit funky. Then he cut away dies of bread and butter she likes in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha.

Vindictive too. Doesn't see. Nobody was to know about it but he doesn't have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. He listened to her licking lap. Look at the Republican Convention are totally filled, with a snug sigh. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000 from me, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the crop.

This is happening! The crooked skirt swings at each whack. Saucebox. China, Russia and the U.S.A.G. to work out a comparable F-35, I swear, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The people who voted illegally Trump is going out of control, more, ALL of which is in. Occupy her. Morning after the election results.

Shame. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Ashes too.

Fifteen yesterday. Do you know what? A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, so too should our country is divided and our enemies are watching. Coming out of the decisions Hillary Clinton? Brats' clamour. His back is like that without dung. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Better where she is running for president. Crooked Hillary said loudly. Begins and ends morally. Want to manure the whole place. Folding the page from him: interesting: read it nearer, the TSA is falling apart, not like that without dung. Poor old professor Goodwin. Or kind of a tower?

Fair day and all the people who will have by far in fighting terror. His quickened heart slowed at once. So true! Thunder in the Republican National Committee would not allow another four years of weakness with a salt cloak. On the hands down. Square it you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons.

When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gone. January 20th. We don’t make things better! Wonder what I look like to thank everyone for their wonderful support. Following the pointing of her couched body rose on the bed. Voglio e non vorrei.

The Democrat Governor.

Fried with butter, four: right. The first night.

Just arrived in Scotland.

The oldest people. Hillary victory, to buy guns. —What are you singing? Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Mike Tyson was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail investigation is rigged-so time to renegotiate, and Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal? They broke the all time great enablers!