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Ocean and Alcohol Pt. 9 ✘JJ Maybank✘

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Word Count - 5916 Warnings - A little swearing, brief mention of self harm Synopsis - The search for the gold is afoot. JJ visits you one morning and you say something you probably shouldn’t have. You and the Pogues find the Royal Merchant, but it isn’t everything you thought it would be. Taglist - @bitterbethany @lovelymaybankk @ilymarkchan @downbytheouterbanks @clearcolourlessglass @obxwriterfan @tangledinsparkles @chill-sushi A/N - Hey guys! Sorry for the slow update on this one. I’ve been really struggling to write the canon scenes, but I think I managed decently with this one! Things are gonna start getting heated in the next chapter, so be ready for that. I pray that you guys are staying safe out there and doing all you can to fight for justice. I love you all. Never forget it. If you need me, my DMs are always open for any conversation you need to have. Please rely on your friend’s and even strangers during this time and take care of yourselves! As always, stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy.

Listening to John B sob was heart-wrenching. His father’s words echoed in your own head as John B clung to the wall, the only thing that was keeping him from falling to his knees. Kie curled herself around him in an attempt to hold him together. Part of you wanted to hug him too, if it would stop the sound of him crying. It broke your heart and you weren’t sure why.

After what seemed like a lifetime, John B managed to stifle his tears and stand up straight. Kie stepped back and away, closer to you. John B turned to look at you guys and you saw the tears that still ran down his face, eyes rimmed red.

“Why...Why don’t we go get some fresh air?” You suggested when no one said anything. There were a few half-hearted nods from the others. Kie was the first to move. She plucked her ukelele off the floor before walking out the front door. Pope and JJ followed after her.

You waited, watching as John B put his hand back on the wall to keep him steady. His eyes were glued to the tape recorder on the table. You took a shaking step toward him and placed your hand on his forearm. He flicked his eyes over to look at you. With a small nod, you gave his arm a short squeeze.

The fresh air was good. The Chateau had begun to feel stuffy, unwelcoming, like a dark cloud loomed over the building. So, when you left, the night air was comforting. The darkness of the night was starting to fade as the moon started to dip toward the horizon. You would need to get home soon, at least for a few hours. But for now, your friend needed all the support he could get and you weren’t about to leave him.

The five of you sat on the dock, everyone except for Pope perched on the railing. You sat beside JJ, one of his hands resting on your knee. The night was silent, save for the sound of the water lapping against the dock and Kie strumming her ukelele.

“How much was it again?” JJ asked, breaking the silence. A single light shone above John B’s head, illuminating the tears on his cheeks and the grimace in his lips.

“Four hundred mil,” Pope said, tapping his foot. JJ sighed, sliding his hand off of your leg and turning to face the others. You suddenly felt cold at the loss of his touch.

“Let’s talk split,” he said. You closed your eyes so he wouldn’t see you roll them. “Now, before we say evenly, may I remind you that I am the one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us.”

JJ pulled the gun from his pocket and you glared at him, sliding off the railing to sit next to Pope. You hated that thing in his hand. You hated it because you wanted it so badly.

“Protection isn’t cheap,” JJ continued as John B took a long drink from his beer can.

“You have no training,” Pope said. You wished he wouldn’t feed into JJ’s antics. You pulled your legs up to your chest, settling your chin between your knees.

“YouTube, bro! That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”

“You haven’t-”

“Any objections?” You lifted your head, hand following. “Didn’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes and put your head back down. Kie raised her hand with a small shake of her head and Pope scoffed.

“I didn’t hear any, so-” JJ said, shrugging his shoulders.

“What would you do with the money, Pope?” Kie asked with a small smile, trying to turn the conversation away from JJ.

“Pay for college in advance,” Pope said as if he could see it happening right in front of his eyes. “And also textbooks. Those are expensive. Elm?”

“Wait til I’m 18. Hire a damn good lawyer and get my brother the hell out of that house,” you said, raising your beer can as if it was a toast. Or a promise.

“You’re going to use your money to move out?” Kie asked. You nodded your head, taking a drink.

“Once I get custody of my brother and settle us somewhere safe, you guys can have the rest,” you said. You finished off the rest of your beer, watching the water through the wooden railing. “What about you, Kie?”

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope asked, turning to his friend. Kie laughed, but she looked up at the sky, thinking.

“I just wanna make a double album,” Kie said with a smile on her lips. “About OBX. The Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston.”

You smiled at her idea. There was something so wholesome about it. She looked so free to do whatever she wanted with her money. She was going to take it and do something she loved with no obligations, no fears, no worry. You were almost jealous of her.

“Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing-” She continued, a dreamer’s smile still on her face. You smiled along with her. “Peter Tosh is-” Pope started.

“Peter Tosh is dead, I know.” Kie raised her can of beer. “Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.”

“Amen,” you echoed, lifting your empty beer can.

“I know what I’ll do,” JJ said, looking down at you. “I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure 8 and go full Kook.”

“You’re gonna go full Kook?” Pope asked in disbelief.

“Yup,” JJ said. You looked back at him and smiled. “Gonna make a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond. Put a bunch of those fish-”

“I’m never visiting,” Kie said with a laugh.

“Can Kid and I come live with you?” You asked, only half-joking.

“Of course, Babe,” JJ said, ruffling your hair with his hand. You swatted his hand away from your head, but with a grin.

“What are you going to do with the money, JB?” Pope asked, looking over at his friend. Everyone else turned to him. His face was set in stone, staring out over the water. Finally, he nodded and turned his head into the light, looking at his friends. There was a small smile pulling at the edge of his lips.

“To going full Kook.”

***

You drove back home, your mind reeling. The Pogues had their plan to go to the hotel where JJ worked to look up the coordinates that John B’s dad left for the Royal Merchant. You could feel the gold at the tip of your fingers. The answer to your problems, the fulfillment of your dream to get your brother out of the clutches of your father, was right there. You could see it in front of your eyes and you wanted it now more than ever. It killed you that you couldn’t be beside them the entire time, but you had to be extra careful now more than ever if you really wanted to get Kid away from your dad.

It was around 4 in the morning when you flopped into your bed. Sleep consumed you rather quickly. When you woke up at 9 the next morning, you wondered if you were ever going to get a good night’s sleep with all the time you spent running around with the Pogues.

Your dad was already at work when you woke up. There was a note on your door from Kid, telling you that he went over to Dex’s until Dad was home. It made you smile. You were glad that Kid was comfortable enough to leave the house under Dad’s nose. You had always wanted him to have a normal life where he could just go over to his friend’s house without fear of being punished for it later.

You would wait around until your friend’s needed you, as you always did these days. Instead of moping around, you turned your music up as loud as it would go and started to clean the kitchen. Cleaning the kitchen slowly became cleaning the dining room and then cleaning the foyer until you had cleaned almost the entire downstairs. A knock at your door startled you, spinning around to look at the front door.

You looked over at the clock, wondering who might be there. Kid and Dad would have just walked through the front door without knocking first. You tried to tell yourself that it was probably just the mailman. Walking across the room, tiptoeing, you heard the knock again.

A smile broke across your face as you pulled the door open to find Pope and JJ standing on your porch.

“We have a delivery for, uh, ‘one hot babe’,” JJ said, pretending to hold a package under his arm. You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe with an amused smile on your face as Pope groaned.

“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong house,” you said, tilting your head to the side.

“Oh no,” JJ grinned, eyes scanning your body. “This is definitely the right house.”

“God, okay, please stop,” Pope begged, squeezing his eyes together. “Elm, we need your help.”

“Of course,” you said, standing straighter. “What do you guys need? Did you guys find anything?”

“Yeah, we found the place where the coordinates are. We just have to get a drone to get us down there,” JJ said.

“We’re stealing a drone,” Pope said, side-eyeing JJ.

“It’s not stealing. It’s borrowing.”

“We are taking a drone from its rightful owners and using it for our own, selfish purposes.”

“Okay, stealing or borrowing, whatever. What do you need me to do?” You asked. JJ and Pope both turned to look at you.

“We need to borrow your car.”

***

You drove behind the van, Kie sitting in your passenger seat. The windows were rolled down and music thrummed through the car. Kie hand her feet sticking out the window, bouncing her legs to the beat.

“Can I tell you something?” Kie asked suddenly, turning to you and lifting her sunglasses onto her head.

“Sure.”

“You have to promise not to laugh at me.”

“I would never laugh at you, Kie.”

“Okay, here goes.” Kie sucked in a deep breath. “John B kissed me.”

You nearly stomped your foot on the break.

“What?”

“Yeah, a few days ago. I didn’t want to say anything at first, but John B already told the boys and I didn’t want you to feel left out of the loop.”

“I, um, I appreciate it, Kie.” You cleared your throat. “Did...did you kiss him back?”

“I just want to be friends with him,” Kie said, looking back out the window. “He knows that. I told him.”

“I don’t really know what I should say, but I could punch him if you’d like,” you told her, glancing over in her direction. Kie laughed and shook her head.

“Thank you for the support, Elm, but you don’t have to punch him. I just don’t want it to be awkward is all. You know I…” Kie looked down at her hands. “I wasn’t there for him when his dad went missing. I’m just trying to make up for it now, but I guess I was sending some signals that I hadn’t meant to.”

“I’m sure John B knows you’re there for him. And the air is clear now, right? He knows that you want to be just friends so you can go back to doing all the silly friend things you did before without feeling awkward, right?” Advice wasn’t something you were entirely good at. You had never really had to give it to anyone before. Or pep talks. But Kie smiled at you and then turned to look out the window.

“You’re right.” She dropped her sunglasses back onto her nose. “Thank you, Elm.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

You two fell quiet once again, listening to the music. Maybe one day you would be able to sit with someone, listen to their problems, and give them sound advice, but you guessed that today wasn’t that day.

Up in front of you, JJ stuck his head out of the van window. You couldn’t help but smile when he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue like a dog.

“What an idiot,” you mumbled to yourself, hiding a smile behind your hand. JJ blew a kiss to you from the window. You made a display of catching it and pressing your palm against your cheek.

“You’ve got that boy whipped, you know,” Kie said, watching with a smile. You turned to look at her, hoping she would elaborate. “When you’re not around, he barely stops talking about you.”

You weren’t sure why your smile started to falter.

“He’s got me pretty whipped too,” you said, watching the wind blow through his hair. He lifted his face up to the sun and you felt your heart warm at the sight of him.

“Yeah.” Kie smiled. “I can see that.”

You drove up to the salvage yard, seeing the van a few feet back. As you and Kie stepped out of the car, you looked back to get a thumbs up from each of the boys. You returned it with a smile. You and Kie both walked up to the gate.

“Hello?” Kie waved at the security gate. “Excuse me?”

You smiled as sweetly as you could when the guard walked up to the gate.

“Can I help you, ladies?” The guard asked. You looked over at Kie and then bit your lip. “My car,” you said. “It has a flat.”

“Do you think you can help us?” Kie asked, with a smile all her own.

The guard looked back and forth between the two of you for a moment before his lips twitched upward and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, I can help.”

“Yeah?”

He turned back toward his guard shack. You turned to Kie, both of your smiles dropping.

“It’s too easy,” she said, squinting against the sunlight.

“Way too easy.”

When he came back out, carrying a toolbox, you waved him over toward your car.

“It’s the back one,” you said as Kie leaned up against the door of your car. “It wasn’t like this when I left the house. I have no idea what would have caused this to happen.”

“Well,” the guard said as he set his tools down and crouched to the floor. “If you hit something sharp on the road…”

As he explained it to you, you met Kie’s gaze and rolled your eyes. She shook her head and laughed quietly, looking at the ground. When you glanced up at the gate, you saw the boys scamper into the salvage yard before the gate shut. You could only hope they’d find the drone quickly.

But time ticked on and the guy was almost finished with the tire. You met Kie’s gaze again and it was clear that she was thinking the same thing. With a small motion of your head, she went around to the other side of the car to try and let air out of another tire. You lowered yourself to the gravel and gave the security guard a smile.

“Thank you for helping us,” you said, reaching out to put a hand over his as he started to put his tools away. “I wish there was some way we could repay you.”

The guard gave a soft smile, not the kind that you expected.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, pulling his hand away and closing his bag. “Just glad I could help.”

You stood after him and hurried after him as he walked to the other side of the car. There was a series of barks from inside the salvage yard and you sincerely hoped that it was just JJ barking at snakes again. The guard scowled, stopping and staring at the gate.

“What was that?” he asked.

You shrugged, jumping up onto the hood of your car.

“Nothing important,” you said, kicking your feet back and forth. You brought his attention back to you for a few moments, before he walked a few steps farther and saw Kie desperately trying to let air out of another tire with her hair clip.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking up quickly when the barking sound returned. You glanced down at Kie, who looked up at you, cringing. Neither of you had the chance to say anything before the security guard took off back toward the salvage yard.

“Shit,” Kie hissed, pushing herself off the ground. “We gotta go.”

“The boys-”

“They’ll be fine.”

You slid off of the hood of your car and jumped into the front seat, starting the car. You drove off as soon as Kie was in the other seat, only feeling sort of bad about leaving the boys behind as you rattled down the street, away from the salvage yard.

You met up back at the Wreck, starved and exhausted. When you saw the boys pull up in the van, you let out a happy sigh and walked toward them. Pope was the first one out of the car, still shaking from the adrenaline. You walked up to him and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

“What happened in there?” you asked, pulling back and moving toward JJ.

“There was a dog,” Pope said as he walked toward Kie.

“Yeah, we heard it,” Kie said.

“Thought you guys were going to distract the security guard,” JJ said, wrapping an arm around you as you stepped up to him.

“Eh, we tried,” you said. “Maybe we should have sent you to seduce him instead.”

JJ grinned.

“That probably would have worked better. I’m very seductive.”

“Yeah, you are,” John B piped in, walking around from the other side of the van.

“Come on in, guys,” Kie said. “Dad’s got some food for us.”

“I love your dad,” you said, moving to follow after her as she and Pope walked up the ramp. But JJ pulled you back, putting his hands on the side of your face and pressing a kiss against your lips. You smiled, looping your fingers through the belt loops of his pants to pull him closer.

He broke the kiss and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“What was that for?” You asked him, trying to bite back a smile. JJ shrugged, dropping his hand to rest against your collarbone.

“I haven’t been able to kiss you yet today,” he said.

“In that case, maybe you should do it again.”

He leaned down with a smile, but before his lips could touch yours, someone knocked on the glass window. You both turned around. All three of your friends were standing there, holding plates of food. Pope faked a gag. John B held up a thumbs up. Kie held the food up higher.

“Should we go in?” You asked, looking at them still. JJ sighed.

“It does smell pretty bitchin’,” he said, running a hand down your bare arm, leaving goosebumps. You leaned up on your toes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before turning toward the Wreck.

***

The next day, your dad hadn’t gone to work, which meant you weren’t going out.

JJ knocked on your window pretty early in the morning. You had to tell him that you couldn’t go. He pouted, but you grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him closer. A short kiss from you and his pout was gone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, only a breath away from him. JJ nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of your lips.

“I’m sure they would be cool if they had to wait a few minutes for me,” JJ said, breathing heavily. You smiled, leaning down and kissing his nose. The tips of his ears burned red. Before you could retreat back into your room, JJ grabbed hold of your chin and pulled you back to him.

Your stomach butterflied when his lips met yours, goosebumps littering your skin. You melted at his touch as his hand left your chin, finding it’s resting place on the nape of your neck, the metal of his rings cool against your skin. Every cell in your body wanted to pull him into your room right then and there, but with your dad right down the hall, you knew better.

Still, you took your sweet time.

He still tasted like the beach. Salt and sand on his lips and you never wanted anything more. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest and it was beating to the same rhythm as yours.

JJ tugged gently on the bottom of your shirt, his teeth grazing against your skin. A quiet gasp escaped your lips when you managed to suck in an ounce of air. Hearing JJ struggle for breath made your stomach flip in a thousand different ways. After what Kie told you in the car about him and the way he kissed you know, confidence grew inside of you that he could possibly like you just as much as you liked him. Maybe, somehow, he needed you the same way.

Neither of you wanted him to leave. If you could stay here, leaning out of your window, you would. Even though you were still in the house that brought you so much pain, the house that had you tiptoeing around like the floor was made of shattered glass, being near JJ made you feel safe. A word floated through your head, a word that you had never been able to claim before.

Home.

You hadn’t meant to say it, especially not then. The words had been playing in your mind for days, weeks maybe. Every time you looked at him, every time he looked at you, every moment you were just sitting there together, every sound of his laugh, every time he smiled, every time he made you dance. The words bounced throughout your mind, always at the tip of your tongue. And every time you had managed to keep the words locked behind your teeth.

Up until now.

“I love you.”

You regretted the words as soon as you said them, pulling back through the window. JJ just stared at you, his lips parted and his eyes wide. Your face burned and your heart constricted in your chest. If the floor could open up and swallow you whole, you wished it would. Oh, to be anywhere other than where you were right now. You shouldn’t have said it. You should have just kept it to yourself.

“I, uh, I have to go,” JJ said, turning away from the window. Ice settled against your bones, freezing you from the inside out. The sun was hot and blaring, but still, you started to shiver.

“Yeah. Yeah.” You refused to look at him and he wouldn’t look at you. “Say...say hi to everyone for me.”

“Sure.”

“See you.”

“Yeah.”

You watched, pressing your lips together as tight as you could, as he climbed down from the roof. You didn’t want to watch him run across the grass away from your house, so you pulled the curtains together.

Your hands shook as you pressed your fingers to your temples, pacing back and forth. You weren’t going to cry, there was no point in it. It was stupid. It was the heat of the moment, you said something you shouldn’t have. You would apologize when you saw him tomorrow. There was no need to panic.

Still, your heart thudded so painfully, it hurt your ears. It felt like you couldn’t breathe all over again, like you were drowning, but not in the good way. You thought you were going to be sick. Sweat beaded down your neck as goosebumps still scattered across your legs. You thought you might combust from the inside. Part of you wished that you would.

When someone knocked on your door, you whirled around, still dazed. You quickly pulled your hair up into a ponytail in an attempt to hide your panic before calling out to whoever was on the other side.

Kid peaked his head in.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah, why I wouldn’t be?” you scoffed, tucking your hands under your arms.

“I saw JJ running across the grass and then I heard you pacing. Just wanted to make sure.”

“Yeah, Kid. Everything’s fine.”

“Okay, well, tell him to be more careful next time. Dad might see him.”

Next time. After what you did, you weren’t there was going to be a next time.

“Sure, Kid. I’ll tell him.”

“Also, Dad wants our help with something. Might want to put on some fresh lipgloss.”

As your hand shot up to your lips, Kid closed the door with a smirk. You huffed to yourself, doing as your brother suggested, before trotting downstairs with your best attempt at a smile.

“Hey, Kiddo!” Your dad was in the kitchen still making breakfast. “You look a little sunburnt. You been going out?”

“Just been tanning in the backyard,” you lied quickly, sliding into a chair. “Thought I might as well.”

“I’m sorry you can’t go out more, sweetheart,” he said, passing you a plate of french toast. “I just want you to be safe and there’s nowhere safer than home.”

You smiled and took a bite of toast so you wouldn’t have to respond. It tasted bitter in your mouth, despite the syrup and powdered sugar. You couldn’t believe how heavily your father deluded himself. This house was probably the place where you were the least safe. At least you didn’t feel so trapped anymore.

“Why did you stay home from work today?” You asked, staring at your plate of food, trying to swallow what felt like ashes in your mouth.

“Just wanted to hang out with you guys today.” Your dad sat across from you with his own plate. “There’s some more work to do outside from Agatha. I see that you and your brother haven’t really been doing it yourselves, so I thought I might as well kick you guys into gear.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat and you smiled.

“Yeah, sounds good.” You knew better than to mention the fact that you had cleaned the house yesterday. It would just make things worse.

“Good. Finish your breakfast and then get your ass outside.”

Your dad picked up his plate, shoving his share back as he stood. You flinched, turning back to your plate. He stormed out the front door. You looked over at Kid, who held his hands tight in his lap.

“It’s okay, Kid. Enjoy your food,” you said with an attempted smile. Kid looked up at you with only his eyes, not lifting his head. In hopes to convince him to eat, you took another bite, despite your entire body’s reaction being to throw it back up again.

Slowly, Kid started to eat again.

The day passed with no problems aside from your dad being a passive aggressive douche bag. You wanted to make sure that Kid had sunscreen on so that the burns already on his back wouldn’t get worse. But your dad locked the sunscreen in your house and refused to unlock the doors to let you grab it. He wouldn’t even let you inside to get water or use the restroom.

By the end of the day, you were almost glad that your dad had you doing manual labor throughout the day because you hadn’t thought of JJ since that morning. Of course, once you laid down back in your bed, it all came flooding back.

You slammed your face against your pillow and screamed as loud as you could. How could you be so stupid? Not being able to hold your tongue when you should have was always an issue for you. Now, here you were, in the pitfalls of that fault.

Regret floated around you like a cloud. One knick in your wall and the flood came pouring out. You were no longer worried just about JJ, but fears overcame you about your friends, your mother, Ms. Lana, your dad, Kid. If you had just shattered your relationship with JJ, where would that put you with John B, Pope, Kie? They were his friends, but were they really yours too?

Maybe that’s why your mom really left, then. You were too clingy, too comfortable, too needy. Maybe you told her you loved her too many times. Maybe she was sick of looking at you.

You were crying before you even realized it. The floodgates had burst open in your heart, and that was reflected by the tears that streamed down your cheeks.

You were alone in your room, maybe that was a sign. Maybe that’s where you were supposed to be. Alone. Alone.

The thought forced a sob through your tightened jaw. You pressed the back of your hand against your mouth to keep any more from bouncing around your empty room. Still, the sobbing shook your body, chest heaving. You bit down on the back of your hand until you tasted blood, clamping your teeth down to keep yourself from making sound.

Your eyes fluttered shut as pain finally sparked through your hand. At first, your reaction was to pull your head away, but you didn’t when you realized that it took your mind off of the thoughts. You kept your hand in your mouth until you fell asleep.

***

The next day, you were sitting in your room with a book in your hand. When the knock came to your window, you snapped your head upward. Pulling the curtain open, your heart sunk when you saw Kie sitting there, waiting. You tried to smile at her as you pulled your window.

“Hey,” you said.

“We’re finding that boat today, Elm,” she said, a childish grin on her face. “You ready to be rich?”

“Hell yes.”

You followed her out to the car, hoping in the back before thinking about what you said the day before.

“Hey, Elm,” Pope said, holding out his fist for you as you climbed inside.

“Hey.” You smiled. John B tapped your shoulder with his hand as you settled into the seat behind his and you swatted him right back. When you finally made eye contact with JJ, that same painful ice shot through you again, burning to ash in your stomach. You pressed your fingers against the back of your hand through the bandage you wrapped around it, feeling the pain once again.

“What happened to your hand?” Pope asked. You looked down and tried to smile.

“Oh, you know, burned it trying to make breakfast this morning,” you said, giving a short laugh.

“You really are terrible at cooking.” You looked over at JJ and there was a smile on his face, as if nothing the day before had happened. You smiled back, hoping that you could forget it yourself.

“So, we’re getting this gold?”

“You bet your ass we’re getting that gold, Elm!” John B drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, banging his head to his own beat.

As the five of you stepped onto the boat, JJ grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

“Hey, we good?” He asked, brushing his thumb against your wrist. You gave a few short nods, unable to look him in the eyes. “Ellie-”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re good.” You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning and hopping onto the boat with everyone else.

The day was supposed to be calm, but as soon as you made it to the spot where the Royal Merchant was supposed to have sunken, waves started to ripple across the water. You watched with growing alarm as a storm started to roll closer and closer to your small boat. John B called out for JJ to move the boat this way and that, but the current was too strong. You could feel it pulling the boat faster than he was able to move it. Kie called out how far down the drone was. You could feel the tension on the boat, or maybe it was the static from the storm.

You weren’t sure which.

“It should be right here,” Pope said, glancing up. You and Kie ran over to where John B and Pope were staring at the screen.

“Where is it?”

“I don’t know, Kie.”

“Wait,” you said, pointing at a darker spot on the screen. “What’s that?”

As Pope got closer, your heart dropped into your stomach, a smile breaking across your lips.

“What is it?” JJ called from the wheel. No one said anything for a moment, mouths dry. John B started to smile as more of the ship came into view.

“It’s the Royal Merchant.”

JJ let out a holler from the front, but the more you all looked at the screen, the more your smiles started to fall. A heavy rock settled in your stomach. The gold wasn’t there, there was nothing but an old wreckage.

“It’s not there,” John B said. You could see the heartbreak on his face. “Just, pull up the drone.”

Thundered rumbled in the distance, making you look up from the screen to the darkening sky.

“Shit,” John B breathed.

“Look, we can do another pass. Recharge the battery,” Pope protested as John B walked away. “We...we can go back down!”

You fell back against a cooler, staring at the bottom of the boat. The gold was there, you could feel it on your fingertips, yet it was just out of reach.

“The gold could be buried, we don’t know!” Kie shouted over the wind as it started to pick up.

“If the gold was buried, we would see it on the metal detector,” John B said, leaning against the side of the boat. You dropped your face into your hands.

“Somebody beat us to it,” John B told them.

“Or it was never there.” You could hear the anger in JJ’s voice. He turned the wheel a little too harsh and you grabbed hold of the railing to keep from toppling off of the cooler. No one said anything until you were all back onshore.

Still, there was silence when everyone stepped off. The urge to cry was right there, but you held it back. If anyone should be the most disappointed, it should be John B. You couldn’t help but think about that life you almost convinced yourself you could have had.

As you walked away from the boat toward the van, you kicked the rocks beneath your feet. JJ walked up behind you, lacing his fingers through yours before you knew he was there. You turned to look toward him, startled at first. But then he smiled down at you. You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face. You squeezed his hand as he brought your knuckles up to his lips. You didn’t even realize it was your wounded hand until you saw the bandages.

It all felt stupid now. The breakdown, the biting, the tears. Maybe you had freaked him out, you had freaked yourself out, but that didn’t matter. Cause here he was, by your side.

You smiled back, bumping his shoulder with yours as you walked back to the car.

#jj maybank #ocean and alcohol #jj obx #obx #outer banks #pope heyward #john b #john b obx #pope obx #kiara carrera #kiara obx #jj angst #jj fluff #outer banks fic

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ceruleanchillin · 5 years ago

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Sandalwood (Bakugou x Reader)

A/N: I haven’t gotten super far into MHA, so I’m still learning the characters. I’m also reading the manga. I haven’t officially seen Dabi or Toga’s characters yet, so I’m going off what I’ve read in other fics and a little careful wiki browsing.

I also posted a chapter breaking down the AU on AO3, I’ll probably post it here later.

AO3

The water ran so hot, it began to fog up the small room and disperse the smell of sandalwood throughout it. You eagerly grabbed your loofah, and began scrubbing yourself sudsy. Every pass at your skin, and you felt your humanity being restored. Over your neck, down your arms, across your ribs, everywhere you touched turned to a patch of saccharine velvet.

You hummed, something more akin to a moan actually, and did another full pass just to feel the scalding warmth again. Eyes closed, and toes curled in your shower slippers, your relaxed mind pondered if you had enough time to really style your hair. Afterall, what girl didn’t enjoy a comforting bath ritual?

“Now serving number 1!”

Of course, other’s pampered bathing rituals probably didn’t take place in a supermarket bathroom near dawn.

The bakery section’s automated ticket taker had cut through your hazy thoughts like a knife, and you nearly dropped your loofah. If they were already beginning to receive more customers you didn’t have the bathroom to yourself much longer.

You scrambled to cleanse yourself of all suds, and drained the sink, hoping that would begin to reverse the fogginess.

Shoving all your toiletries into your oversized hobo bag, you ducked into a stall, and began to shove yourself into freshly washed

clothing.

God bless 24/7 laundry mats. Great for junk food dinners, plastic chair naps, and soft, detergent scented kisses with Bakugou at 4 am.

You were pretty sure your sweatshirt was on backwards, and your hair was still sloppily piled on top of your head, waiting to be deconstructed, but you didn’t care to fix either. You’d wasted your safe time, and didn’t want to risk being walked in on. One report by a disgusted customer, and you could kiss your current safe spot goodbye.

You ducked out into the tiny hallway of the restroom area, and smoothed your sweatshirt over your leggings, trying to appear less frantic and out of place.

‘Another successful bath day.’ you smiled, slipping your bag over your head. ‘I’m getting the hang of this.’

You checked the minimal amount of cash you had left, and figured it’d be enough for two muffins and maybe a shared coffee. You had earned it, and you knew your boyfriend would be happy to hear about your appetite balancing out.

Following the warm scents to the bakery section, you remained conscious of the fact that Bakugou would want what was left for gas, and picked with that in mind first.

The feeling of doing something so wholesome, so domestic, as picking up breakfast for your partner hit your person the same way indulging yourself in the bathroom had.

“Eww.” a cruel whisper-laugh made you instinctively turn to look behind you, and regret washed over you almost instantaneously.

Two girls your age stood behind you, eyes trained on your feet. You knew why immediately, but looked down anyways for confirmation you’d forgotten to trade your shower shoes for your slip ons.

‘They can’t know that I..’ you didn’t even finish your thought. Dirty from use as protection from unknown floors, they served their purpose, but betrayed you all the same.

‘Should I change them?’ you wondered, but could only imagine what looks that’d garner, no matter how discreet you could be.

You met their cold eyes, and couldn’t help but think they looked like porcelain dolls.

Three dolls stood at an impasse. Two, very expensive and impossibly perfect, that’d you display for envy. One, lovingly stitched, but you’d forget her in your toy chest.

You quickly turned to face front as your ticket was called and got your purchases. Hurt coursed through you, its white heat branding your insides, and undoing every good thought and feeling it touched.

Retrieving your purchases, and stuffing them into your bag, you headed for the entrance. It wouldn’t be long before Bakugou came to pick you up.

‘He wouldn’t have put up with that’ you thought sourly, frustrated with yourself once again for not possessing the bottomless well of anger your boyfriend pulled his strength from.

You may scold him about it, but you couldn’t deny that at times, it was an asset. However, that just wasn’t your person. You didn’t want to hurt, or be hurt for that matter.

You fought off your tears successfully, but at the cost of stinging sinuses and a minor headache. Wincing as natural light conquered artificial, you stepped out onto the pavement. The parking lot was coming to life compared to when Bakugou dropped you off, and you plopped on the curb to quickly swap out your shoes.

“Cute bag!” a cheery voice chirped, and you noticed a girl next to you.

Had she been there the whole time? You didn’t see how you could’ve missed her, but you had been upset. Blonde spacebuns, dark purple fishnets, and...jesus was she that cold? A heavy red that stretched from cheek to cheek.

You looked at her, thought her eyes looked a little crazed, and then instantly felt bad. Had you not just been shamed based on appearances?

“Thanks.” you responded shyly, trying to straighten your hair. “Thrifted it.”

“Nice!” she screeched, uncaring of the hour. “My stupid friends never wanna go to thriftstores.”

You winced at the volume, but still found her amusing. “You’ve gotta go to Moon Over Mona’s , she’s got the best stuff.”

The girl mouthed the store’s title and rolled her eyes up as if burning it into her brain, before she widened her grin and turned her glazed over eyes back to you. “Noted! I’m Himiko.”

“(Y/N).” you smiled gently

“Oh wow, me too.” she patted your bag softly, as if it were a child, or perhaps a cat.

You tilted your head in question at her odd statement.

“Homeless silly, there’s no hiding things from me.” she rolled her eyes to emphasise the ‘duh’ in her tone. “I mean, I couch hop sometimes, but yeah…..”

You cringed and looked out over the parking lot. You didn’t like to use that word, it made your circumstances seem so ugly, and sounded like something your parents would say to shame you back into their home. But wasn’t that what you, and mostly all of your friends, were?

“It’s not a sweeeear word.” Himiko nudged your knee with her own. “It’s whatever to be free right?”

“That is a...perk I guess.” you chuckled, your inclination towards happier thoughts easily being indulged by talking with the girl.

“Exactly!” she slapped your arm, neon green nails standing out in stark contrast to her threadbare black hoodie.

“Sooooooo listen,” she pressed her pointer fingers together, blush intensifying. “Can I hold a dollar or two? My friend is picking me up here soon, and he’s a super stingy bitch. I want to eat something today.”

She dramatically flopped on the concrete behind her, hands rubbing her thin stomach.

You chewed your lip. Bakugou hated when you were ( a free handed sucker ) too generous. You really should save that remaining 10 dollars to give him for gas.

Himiko popped up onto her knees and gave you puppy eyes. Before long, she began imitating a dog altogether. She panted and lolled her tongue until you were laughing at the display and the sheer ridiculousness of it.

“Ok, ok. “ you laughed, reaching into your bag for your wallet. Neon green nails appeared in your view before they seized the entirety of the wad of bills from your wallet.

The girl bolted the moment her fist clenched around the cash.

“Hey!” you screamed, chest exploding with anxiety, as you took off after her.

One of your slip ons came off, and your bag’s contents took turns beating into your sides every time it came back against your side.

The girl had bolted across the parking lot, and she was faster than you by far. A pickup truck on the far end of the parking lot roared to life, and she’d hopped in by the time you caught up.

“I really do love your bag!” Himiko screamed out of the window as it peeled out of the parking lot.

You dropped to your knees, frantically trying to figure out what just happened.

‘You got robbed you idiot.’ anxiety had wrapped its vice grip around you, and now your thoughts sounded like a drill sergeant with a hard on for you. Had she been planning that all along, or had she’d seen something in you once you started talking? Had she been watching you since you’d gotten dropped off? Your mind raced with the hows and whys, until you thought of your boyfriend.

Once you realized how angry and disappointed Bakugou was going to be, the tears you’d tried to ward off came spilling forth. He was always breaking his back and risking his freedom for what little money you two held between you, and you’d stupidly gone and gotten it stolen. How many times had he’d told you that this wasn’t the first day of kindergarten? How many times had he warned you about befriending strangers?

He was going to finally realize you were more of a burden than a compliment and drop your sorry ass. Your most feared thought only made the tears come harder, and you clutched your bag to yourself pathetically to ground yourself in the swirl of panic.

People warily watched you, taking in your sad appearance. The feeling of their eyes giving you the same looks as those girls was almost too much to bear. Worry, but more so disgust, for the teary eyed girl with one shoe and messy hair. The girl with her life in her bag, crying over money they’d likely spend in their first few minutes of shopping.

“What’s wrong with you goddamned animals!? You see a girl crying in the street and you stare? Braindead, mouth breathing-” the rest of the swear laden rant was lost to you as you leaned into the familiar strength that yanked you from the ground.

“Katsuki.” you murmured appreciatively as he slipped your missing shoe on your barefoot.

“Come on baby.” you knew he was burning with questions, and they would go stalled, not forgotten, as he wanted you away from the now sufficiently shamed onlookers.

The smell of caramel surrounded you, and the morning’s chill began to dissipate in light of the car’s heat. Home.

By the time you were settled in the mustang’s passenger seat, your tears had slowed, but you were still in the trenches of dread.

“Who the hell hurt you?” Bakugou slammed his door, but made no moves to leave the area. You knew he wouldn’t until he got answers.

“What did they do baby? Give me a description of em’. Did you catch a name?”

Your cheeks glistened in the rising sunlight, and for a moment he was struck by how beautiful you were, but that only served to make him madder. He gripped the battered steering wheel, open..close..open...close, so he could try and ease the tremors in his hands. All he could picture was punching some faceless guy’s face into paste on a pavement, and...why the hell weren’t you talking?!

“(Y/N)!”

“It was me!” you cried. “I-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” his scowl scrunched into confusion, before it returned to its previous state. “Don’t you dare start that blaming yourself shit. If somebody hurt you-”

“I tried to give this g-girl two dollars, and she snatched all I had and ran. I think she planned it, there was a p-p-pickup truck. ” you hiccuped, hating every second you had to spend retelling the encounter.

Bakugou stared at you, eyes wide and unbelieving for a moment, and you wished your seat would swallow you whole. It could spit you out anywhere so long as it wasn’t there.

“You what?” he growled lowly.

“Katsuki I-I swear I’m sorry.” the hiccups continued. “I’ll make it back-”

“Dammit (Y/N)!” he slammed his hands on the steering wheel, and another scuff joined the rest. “How many times have I told you?!”

“I know.” you sobbed. “I just...she was so nice-”

“Manners of the fucking year robbing you and all!”

Unable to meet his heated crimson gaze and you leaned against the window. The chill outside pressed against the glass, begging to compete with the heat being generated inside of the car. You pressed your warm face further into its chill, trying to ignore the charged energy emanating from the seat next to you. He must’ve really been pissed not to scold you about doing that to his car baby.

“I’m sorry Katsuki..I just felt like shit and wanted to help somebody.” your words were muffled due to half your mouth being mashed into the glass, but he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself.

He didn’t say anything until a few minutes had passed, and it was you who had to ask him to repeat himself.

“I said...I said I’m getting you a bus ticket home.”

He’d done it. He’d voiced the thing you’d wanted to hear least. You’d rather him yell for hours than talk like this.

“Katsuki...” you peeled yourself from the window and turned to face him. “No!”

“ Yes .” he turned his gaze to you, the red roiling with anger still, but sharing its space with sadness now. “It’s selfish of me to keep you out here, you don’t belong on the streets.”

“I belong wherever you are.” you implored, turning your whole body towards him.

You didn’t like the way he was talking at all. He would sometimes say something about sending you back to your parents, until you’d remind him you were grown and shut him up with a kiss. This felt more final however, and you couldn’t stand it.

“You were crying in the street over 10 damn dollars (Y/N). I’m supposed to take care of you!” Bakugou’s entire being was threaded together by his pride and his word. The whole situation was killing him from one end to the other. His mind was relieved you hadn’t been attacked, screaming at him to find the girl and whoever else was involved, and demanding he scrounge together bus fair and get you the fuck away from him.

“You do!” tears bloomed in your eyes again, this time for entirely different reasons. “ Baby , you do.”

You scrambled into his lap, ignoring your inner thighs getting battered by the console in your haste to surround your man. Bakugou didn’t fight your intrusion, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze again either.

Slim fingers threaded through his wild, ash blond spikes, tugging until he was forced to look you in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t make me leave, I won’ t .” you thumbed his cheekbones. “Tell me you want me gone.”

He didn’t and you both knew he wouldn’t say that, not like that. A frustrated sigh fled his lips as he flexed his fingers. Of course he didn’t want you gone, he barely wanted to leave you alone to take a piss most days.

The fingers of one hand danced across your back gently, before firmly bringing you closer to him. His other hand grasped your chin and so he could press his lips to yours in a kiss. It was angry, but you wanted it all the same, understanding the anger wasn’t for you. You got what you wanted, which was physical comfort and putting to bed any silly ideas of separation.

“I don’t want to see you like that again.” he murmured against your lips. “You deserve better than that. I need to give you better than that.”

“ I need to be with you, that’s what I deserve.” You cupped his cheeks initiating another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah.” he kissed a path over your face, stopping when he reached your temple. “You’re a dumbass for staying, and I’m a dumbass for letting you.”

End Note: This once happened for real, sort of. A girl was having a full on cry fit on the floor of Walmart’s entrance and nobody helped until my mom stepped in and asked what she could do for her. So yeah..if you were wondering why no one helped the reader, I guess sometimes people don’t.

#reader insert #bakugou x reader #BNHA #MHA #Au #mha au #bakugou katsuki

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cartooness · 5 years ago

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Bby Lav AU

OKAY SO

ME AND MY LOVE @thefearanddespair CAME UP WITH THIS AU LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND I JUST REALIZED I NEVER TRULY POSTED IT SO HERE IT IS. WARNING IT’S HELLA LONG.

PINK HOLY SHIT

WHAT IF EVERYONE FOUND LAV AS A TODDLER

INSTEAD OF BEING 14, SHE'S 4

EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S 10 YEARS YOUNGER

AS WELL AS ALL THE FRIENDS

DECAN SINGS LULLABIES

SHE IS ALWAYS HOLDING SOMEONE'S HAND

PIGTAILS

“The moon sings me to sleep every night”

“The MOON?”

“Yeah! He’s very nice, I love Moon uncle”

Lav to a friend as a 4yr old bby

And she makes friends with mason when they're 7!!

Super childhood friends to lovers

Y E S

And she's always sleeping in someone's room. She doesn't like being alone

There is always a child's blankey in all the rooms for whenever she wants to sleep with someone

Someone- Oh can I schedule an appointment on this day?

Hadley- Oh I'm so sorry but that day is taken. I can put you for... a week from now?

Someone- Alright.

Hadley was actually just rocking lav to sleep.

SO CUUUTE

UMBRELLA DAD. THEY'RE TRUE DADS NOW. ALL OF THEM.

LAV IS STILL POWERFUL AF

Father’s Day is a BITCH for her lmao

Ok so she's at like Vivi's house or apartment whatever, and she drops her off at HQ, and there's a giant roll of easel paper, taller than bby lav, with all her dad's on there

AND THEY'RE TRYING NOT TO CRY

Or failing in Decan’s case.

Bby Lav gets a hold of Hadley’s umbrella wand.

Hijinks ensue.

>:)))))))))

ÒwÓ

Otto has to literally YEET Hadley into the fucking sky to grab her, grab the wand, and float safely to the ground again.

LMAOOOO

Hadders- Othello. Throw me.

Otto- Um??

Hadders- JUST DO IT

And then they’re floating down, and Hadley’s cradling the Bby in one arm, holding his umbrella up with the other.

Like Eclipsa with Meteora lmao

Y E S. I M LOVE

If Lav can ever teleport, she and Decan could do the thing Glimmer and Angella do in that last episode of season 3.

You know, the teleport and catch thing.

SHE CAN. SHE CAN TELEPORT

Decan flying after her and catching her and all that in his winged form. Or even Otto doing that!

Y E S

Hadley is subsequently freaking the fuck out on the ground.

PLAYTIME WITH FUN PAPAS

WITH WORRIED MOM

“PUT HER DOOOOOWWWWWN!”

Otto proceeds to blow him a rather Loud raspberry lmao

AND LAV GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, "AGAIN, AGAIN!!!"

Otto- you heard the little lady!! Again!

Hadley: “ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING ME???”

And Otto blows another raspberry. And makes a rather crude joke.

And Hadley is jusT O F F E ND

LAV IS A VERY ACTIVE BABY

THEY'RE ALWAYS CHASING HER THROUGH THE HOUSE OR AT PARKS AND STUFF.

HER KITTY EYES ARE MORE IRRESISTIBLE THAN BEFORE.

SHE STILL HAS BEANS AND PURRING

Hadley: *Bitching at Otto*

Otto: “PBBPPBRBTBRBRPT!! Jeeez, Hadley, all that hot air you’re blowin’ is contagious, crack a window wont’cha?”

Hadley: *Pterodactyl screeching*

LMAOOOOO

Hadders- BUT MY BABY DOWN BEFORE I BEAT YOUR BUTT!!

Decan- MAKE US.

Otto- SHE'S OUR BABY TOO, YA KNOW!

Meanwhile Lav is enjoying the silly stuff her papas are fighting over and is thrilled of being tossed around. XD

Decan’s just laughing and twirling and stuff. He’s all just “It’s fiiiiiine!”

:OOOOOO

LAV IN KINDERGARTEN SHOWING ALL THE KIDS HER BIG ASS EXTENDED FAMILY.

Lav’s presence just screams ‘Gay Rights’ to all the other little kids.

Even if not all of the parents agree.....

They get told off

Lav- And this is all my papas!! They all love each other very much.

The teacher- Lavender, sweetie, did you say that your "papas" all.... love each other?

Lav- Yeah!! Daniel and Cecil love each other. Decan and Otto love each other. Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur love each other. Merlin and Quentin love each other. And Percy and Hadley don't have love yet.

The teacher- *grimace*

Some kid- You're dad's are all *insert slur here*!!!

Lav- Stop, that's mean!!

Some kid- No it's not, it's true!!

And he gets shoved out if his desk.

And poor bby lav comes crying when they pick her up, explaining how all the kids made fun of her and her family.

Hadley then calls in to the office when he picks her up from school that day.

He has a few words XD

A few.....very polite, very CHOICE words.

And then he’s like to Lavender.

“Now, I’m not one to spoil children, but I do believe that an ice cream....or two....is warranted at a time like this.”

And that means a lot when HADLEY’S the one doing the treating. The responsible, rule-driven and sometimes strict parent.

YES BIG LOVE.

“Just....don’t tell anyone else. They’ll have me strung upon a wall, or....thrown in the stocks.”

Very old fashioned boi lmao

Lav, a good girl, - Okay Papa Hadley!

And she proceeds to eat two scoops of peaches and cream ice cream.

Adorable.

I know!!

AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? BABY MASON?

They're in the same first grade class and they're table buddies!!!

They probably have play dates all the time!!

AND SHE MAKES HIM THINGS OUT OF MAGIC SOMETIMES

7 year old Lav- Mason, Mason!!! Look what I can do!! *makes a pinecone out of magic*

7 year old Mason- :OOO THAT'S SO COOL LAV!!!!

This is way too fucking cute, I can’t.

Mason, showing his pinecone to Kyle, then Nicole, - NICKY, LOOK WHAT LAV MADE ME!!!!

Pre Transition Kyle- Woah! That's so cool!!!

Mason - I'm gonna keep it in my box of special things, where it'll be safe!!!

BBY LAV PLAYING WITH OTTO AND DECAN’S NON-HUMAN PARTS?

Pointy ears, Tails, Wings, Dec’s Horns, Otto’s Fangs

YES YES YES SHE WOULD

“Woooow! You’ve got weally big teeth, Papa Otto!”

“You have vewwy pwetty wings Papa Decan!”

And they’re just....melting.

I'M LOVE I'M LOVE

OR PLAYING WITH DANIEL AND CECIL HAIR. OR ANYONE'S HAIR IN GENERAL

Hadley’s super long and thicc hair lmao

Y E S

One day, Hadley's hair is just. Covered in hair accessories.

And lav says to keep them in all day. And so he does.

And it takes like half an hour to take all of them out lmaooo

WHEN OTTO COMES HOME FROM LIKE TRAINING OR SOMETHING AND HE'S ALL BEAT UP, LAV AND DECAN CLEAN UP HIS WOUNDS, BUT LAV PUTS LIKE PRINCESS BAND AIDS ON ALL THE SCRATCHES AND STUFF.

Someone- Why do you have... girly band aids all over you?

Otto- the doctor said I had to keep these on and if I take them off I will die.

He’s sitting in a chair, like, grumbling as Cecil and Daniel have to take them out.

ALSO ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD DO THAT!

Big Masculine Buff Man.

Princess Bandaids. And they’re, like, his pride and joy.

Awwww!!

Best part of getting beat up. Lav gives him the Princess bandaids. He says they make him look badass.

Proud Papa.

Cecil’s a fashion designer.

Bby fashion.

:OOOOOOOOOOOO

I D E A S

YOU KNOW HOW LAV LIKES TO BE COMFY? SHE PROBABLY HAS A BUNCH OF CUTE SWEATERS THAT SHE WEARS ALL THE TIME

ALL HER DADS LOVE HER TO BITS AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU MESS WITH THEIR SHARED BABY GIRL

OMG. PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE THINGS.

GASP. LAV LEARNING ABOUT THE LGBT COMMUNITY. SHE'S 4 INSTEAD OF 14 WHEN SHE LEARNS.

Also YES all of that is über wholesome

Otto goes and when people are, like, homophobic or whatever, he sorta lounges back, feet on the table, and does his sorta ‘Blow-Raspberry-Fart-Jokes’ routine that he loves so much at all the other people and they’d be like ‘Honestly this is an grown-up affair, why don’t you act your age you disgusting slob of a man’ and he’s just like ‘Really? Then why don’t y’all stop acting like a bunch of whiny children, whining about the 21st century? Then maybe I’ll treat y’all like adults and this meeting like something important. (Otto is the king of Fart Jokes lmao. He’s a big old child.

And terribly dad-like like that. It’s just one of the truths about him.)

OMG IMAGINE MASONDER

Okay so, they're both like, 12 I guess, and it's Lavender's birthday, and Mason gives her like, a really cute stuffed animal, and she Instantly Loves, and she gives him a big hug and a peck on the face.

Cue awkward silence

Everyone sees.YES EXACTLY

Big old moment.

Baby’s First Kiss

Mason, not knowing what to do, just returns the favor.

And Lav is almost about to DIE FROM HER MASSIVE BLUSHING. Mason's fucking. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and it's a very uncomfortable silence.

And finally Lav breaks the silence by grabbing his face and kissing him.

EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR SHIT

Hadley, in the back of the room,

"IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!? IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!?

Emotional Moment.

And the supposedly steel-hearted Hadley finally breaks down crying. All that internal emotion becomes external emotion.

(And his makeup gets smudged, and it’s all crazy and emotional.)

Otto fucking SCOOPS Lavender up into his big, hairy arms and hugs her. All “HELL YEAH GIRL! How’d it feel!? What was it like?! I know he’s not as good a kisser as D-EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK-an, but STILL!” He had that emotional bat-screech moment.

And Decan’s just a blubbering mess. All proud Daddy style. They grow up so fast and all that.

Mason- ARE YOU ALL OKAY?!?! AM I IN TROUBLE?!?!

Vivi just cheers. Mama Bear style.

And Lewis is all

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER IN ANYWAY I WILL BREAK YOU: Mason, scared,- Y-yes sir. I'll um, I'll be good, I promise.

Hadley’s like that too. But a lot less overt.

And a lot more shadow-over-the-face serious.

He pulls Mason aside for Tea, and has a full on discussion with him over it. Making for DAMN sure he knows what he’s getting into, and making damn sure that Mason has no intention of in any way fucking around and breaking her heart.

Mason, at the end of it all,- Yes, sir, I understand. Am I free to go?

Hadley - Yes. But remember, I'm always watching. *does that I've got my eyes on you tea sip thing*

And he IS!

The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason. Plot twist is that he KNOWS. And is testing to see whether or not she reproduces what he’s already seen. To test wether or not she’s lying. And if she IS, Mason told her to lie and he’s bricked.

He’s terribly cunning like that.

The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason.

Lav- Aw, I'm glad you asked! He's so cute, that Button. Anyway, we've been eating lunch together and we shared a cookie, um, we held hands a lot, what else, um, please don't be um, mad, but, um, we kinda..... fell asleep together while you were at work.

Hadders- Oh I know.

Lav- What?

Hadley: Lavender, Darling, you should know by now. I make it my business to know everything. The surname ‘Trivia’ doesn’t come for free.

He could easily pull an Eclipsa and cast some sort of All-Seeing-Eye.

Hadley doesn’t see limits when he’s protecting someone. He’s willing to go as far as it takes.

Lav- Are you mad at me? I mean, we weren't doing anything, like, BAD, but still, if you don't want us to do that we'll stop.

H: On the contrary! I’m very happy with you. You passed the test.

I was watching you both. The whole time. And I wanted to be sure that he hadn’t convinced you to lie to me if you were asked. Or, heaven forbid, you lie on your own will. And you didn’t lie at all!

Lav- Oh. Uh, cool! I guess! Also, he is a very good cuddle partner. Just thought I'd say that. Also his hair is really soft and it's fun to play with. And- *proceeds to ramble on about Mason lol*

Hadley then just sorta sits down and conjures some coffee for himself.

She's in love, Hadley!!!! Yep lol

And Ashley, on the other hand, is listening to a very happy mason go on about Lavender and it's adorable. He announced to Kyle (he had just transitioned) over the house phone about his new relationship with Lav and Kyle's so happy for him and, of course, teases a bit, but asks for all the details.

They're Those (tm) friends who love info dumping about things they're passionate about.

Omg, imagine Lav going on and on about Mason to Decan and Otto. They’re just sorta babbling with her. Otto TRIES to give relationship advice but he’s just.... Terrible, it’s terrible advice lmao. He’s just trying.

And Decan’s laughing his li’l head off.

Decan, fanboying,- Oh my goodness, Peaches!! You guys are so CUTE!!!!! When's the wedding~~~

Lav- DECAN!!!!!! Ò//////Ó

Decan - I'M JOKING. *mostly anyway, they still get married after college graduation*

O: “K, you gotta try and outsmart him into letting you kill him! But you’ll find as you go that you’re actually falling for him and he’s falling for you too and it goes from there! And you can win him over with pick-up lines or fart jokes or by rapping for him as he sings along and I got notebooks for that sorta stuff if ya-“

D: *While laughing* “Otto, darling, c’mmoooooonnn! That advice sucks, not everybody falls for that crude humour and personality like I did, you know!”

O: “Psh! Oh yeah! Watch her try it and watch it work like a charm!”

D: “Oh yes, a charm, indeed.~ If your ‘embrace your inner animal’ way works then naturally my way would happen next, wouldn’t it? Soften you to mush and then claim that mush as mine.”

O: “Oh, ya li’l SCAMP! GET IN HERE!”

*Otto then proceeds to pull Decan in and noogie him between his horns as he laughs and kicks.*

OMG THAT'S SO CUTE

Lav- Uhhhhh. I think I'll just. Go with the flow and maybe I'll try and kiss him again on Friday. Might bring a flavored lip gloss with me that day....

Decan- OOOH, SOMEONE HAS PLANS!!!!

Lav- DECAN, PLEASE!!!! ÒÒ///////ÓÓ

~~Otto got REALLY lucky finding someone as naturalist and oblivious to human sociality as Decan, let’s be honest, if ‘inner-beast’ crudeness and rude-fraternity-boy charm is his play style lmao~~

O: “Decan, we’re gonna be there and we’re gonna bring the MP3.”

D: “Love-songs, Yes? Can do.”

O: “Warm up those vocal chords!”

D: “Only if you warm up yours.”

O: “We’re gonna give them the best ambience EVER!”

D: “Historical. It shall be written down and carried down till the end of time!”

O: “HELL YEAH! VÁMONOS!”

Lav- uh, you don't have to do that, it'll be like. Maybe after school? In the courtyard?

They’re, like, playfully pouty like ‘Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.’ But really they’re just happy for her.

God, Otto and Percy are, like, the disaster parents for Lav. Especially for Bby lav.

Otto, especially, would absolutely ADORE Lav. I can’t speak entirely for Percy but I feel like they’d love her a whole bunch, but god, Otto absolutely adores Lavender.

AWWWWW

Big, buff, tuff, ill-mannered-gentleman Vamp Dad and his li’l goddess.

OMG HOLY FUCK NUGGETS YOU KNOW THAT THING? WHERE IT'S TWO ADULTS AND ONE BBY IN THE MIDDLE? DECAN, LAV, AND OTTO. Y E S. OR WITH ANY COUPLE ACTUALLY. AND THEN THEY SWING BBY LAV OVER LIKE CURBS AND STUFF AND AHHHH I'M SOMFT. SO CUUUTE!!!! OOH IN THIS AU, MASON AND LAV ARE STILL HELLA CUDDLY AND SNUGGLY. Gonna stop doing all caps lol. Anyway, masonder happens a bit earlier, but they've been friends for like 5 years at the time they are a Thing, so yeah haha. They are THE cutest thing ever. Always holding hands, face holding, sharing food, small pecks on the face, all that cute stuff uwu. They're in 7th grade btw. Both 12. They're relationship is steady and lasts all throughout middle school and high school. (Yes. They are the DEFINITION of an "Endgame Ship.") And then after they do the whole college thing, they tie the knot, have a baby, and live happily ever after uwu. :P

( This next bit is from a comic I did lol)

QUENTIN GAVE HER THE KNIFE

Otto: “LAV, YOU CAN’T HAVE A KNIFE!!!

Have a crossbow, it’s much more powerful.” “Just don’t go staking papa Otto through the chest, now! It’s bad for me!”

Lav- Oh cool! What about a sword! I'll be careful, I promise! And Hadley’s losing his mind lol Decan: *Does the moon butterfly magic sword thing*

“Here you are!” Bby Lav-

>:OOOOOOOO I'M GONNA KILL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE!!!

Hadley- Lav, honey, that's illegal.

Lav- But Mx. Percy does illegal stuff all the time!! Hadley: *Scoops Lavender up and Mary-Poppins flies the fuck out* YES

And that's what we came up with lmao

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #bby!lav au #lavender grey

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way2walk · 6 years ago

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Disaster gays go for a ride with friends

Chapter two of Disaster gays in love or...what ever I called it lmao, This might have a different vibe because I’m less sad more confident because of a certain Blue bee who I’m not sure if they would want to be tagged or not lmao. But I hope it’s still good! Maybe it’s better actually! You get to know everyone a bit more at least. More notes at the end~

This one is 1261 Words long holy shit! I was about to say not that much bigger but that’s about 2x as large and tooK less time! Wow!

Aleron Here I was now walking toward a red van with words written all over the windows, mostly stuff about sports and I already knew this was Conny’s car. Conny did baseball as a kid, then basketball, and now he was on the Swim team as one of the sea slugs, Weird to have a team that’s supposed to be fast is named after a fucking slug. And he’s on the tennis team as a...I don’t fucking know a tennis player? Why don’t tennis teams have fun names or mascots? I guess...most tennis players aren’t on a team...Huh Maybe he’s a ghost? Our school mascot is a ghost, our football team is the Devils, Our baseball team in the Onis, and the basketball team in the Phantoms. The founder of our school was weird and...the names just sorta stuck. Why the swim team got the short end of the stick when it came to cool names I don’t know. Why not the Kraken, the kappas, the sirens. Even selkies would be cool! Guess sea slug is better the tennis player though. Anyways Conrad was currently arguing with Goose who would get to drive, Goose was fucking tall guy, so was Conny but he was scary tall like he’s been stretched out tall. “You’re not fucking driving, you’ve had three beers already you’re not killing me and my lady.” He frowned, arm around Casey and Conrad groaned “Fine...But I’m sitting in the front.” Conrad grumbled which made Casey pout and it was like watching a man trying to say no to his dog. He cracked so easy. That was sorta adorable “Okay okay, take the damn front! But I get a window seat.” He hissed and June cheered “I GET THE MIDDLE” Which made my heart sink GOD DAMN IT JUNE CAN YOU STOP BEING A COCK BLOCK. Of course, I didn’t say that though, I’m trying to be a part of this not get my ass beat by a damn giant got it! Anyways i let June climb into the car before getting In after her, she’s looking at me, I’m looking at Conny, and Conny is looking to the stars and I’m starting to think I’m going to have to settle for June. Conrad I can’t just, stare at him, so I settle for stars, the stars like his freckles, the moon like his eyes, the sky black and shimmery like his dark curly locks and the wheat field below like his perfect tan skin. Even the plane with its red light had a place on his face, that being the pimple on his nose that had been a consistent problem since middle school, I wanna boop that nose, I wanna boop that zit. I love him, even the gross parts. Aleron “So um..Ya like warheads?” I asked June awkwardly, getting one out of my candy pocket after Handing a bag of mary jane to Casey up front “Never had one” She purrs back and I stuff that son of a bitch in her both. Conrad “AHHHHHHHH” I’m knocked out of my daydreams by June squealing and Goose pressing on the breaks “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT JUNE.” He yells and looks back at the now squirming girl and I just sit and wait as the two yell at each other before I notice Al. He’s having a trip of his own right now, starting with a small snicker, then a giggle, and soon enough a full on chortle, filled with so much joy at another's pain even while experiencing his own, face puckered up as sour green apple took over his body but he just couldn’t stop laughing, snorting like a pig at this point he was so deep into it. Soon enough I was laughing too, smiling at him with all the love in the world and when he saw it his face went red and he looked away, a smile still spread across his face as he chipped away at the blue flowers painted on his nails. How was he so beautiful? How did he accomplish what no one else did to me, make my heart flutter, make me choke on my words, try to speak without knowing what I’m saying? Make me just want to hear him laugh, his heavenly laugh and I needed to hear it. So as the blunt got passed around I started to tell some childhood stories, like that time I wore a dress to school and got sent home and my mom freaked out, or the time I walked into the old apartment in the city with a pigeon on my head and later found out my grandmama used the pigeon for soup, goose told why his name was goose, because he one angered an entire gaggle of geese because he petted one, Casey talked about her time when she used to identify as a boy and the funny stories that came from that, and how tough she used to act as a kid while secretly wearing her mom’s heels and makeup, June talked about how she was the one usually wearing makeup with Casey, taught her the ropes, and how she herself used to break a lot of things and ruin everything with paint. Al was having a great time, smocking and drinking but...when it got to him to share a story he kinda tensed up and stared before laughing and looking down, “Ay, it’s no pressure to tell a story dude.” I mentioned gently, looking at his with a soft smile as everyone nodded along but he shook his head and gulped before speaking “When I was a kid, I knew I was...uh...well... I Maybe not only boys but like I liked boys a bit, I always knew that.” he gulps and looks away before laughing “And my mom, turns out she...she didn’t even like guys, at...at all. But she was married, to a man.” He mumbled, leaning back, I could tell this story would be a little sensitive which fit the mood, even goose’s stories had a bit of a humbling sensitive tone while also making up laugh “And um, so I came out to her young, I didn’t know what sexuality was, so like, I didn’t know it was weird to say ‘Hey mom, that boy is really pretty’...But uh yeah.” he looked around and slowly relaxed “So me and her made like this pact, we kept a secret from my dad who was,,, kind of a controlling dick and like, we went to gay parent clubs, and mom,,, tried to find me another mom, and like I made friends with other kids, not that they were gay, but having this secret helped up bond like we hadn’t before. And then I introduced my mom to my English teacher while at a pride restaurant and...I got another mom a few months after that.” He chuckled, the smile on his face so adorable I almost couldn’t contain myself he then told us more about the divorce, the goofy things he did with his new moms, about what it was like when his moms opened up a flower shop Cafe, how he was constantly stung by bees after that and one time ate one, it was all so relaxed and we all laughed and smoked as Goose just drove. It felt nice, wholesome, like what I wanted but... I only wished a little that it was just me and Al.

So i love my gay sons so much and Thank you Charlie (I hope it’s okay to casually call you that some people are iffy about it) For the boost of confidence! I always wanted to write about them but always been iffy, who knows maybe one day i’ll draw them their new designs all clean and spiffy. I know this one is a lot more huge papargraphs and stuff but like i wanted to teach yall about them a little more! Also my dream school is a school with a cool mascot and i really like the idea of a ghost mascot.

Next chapter should include S’mores and Butts in the most innocent awkward teen way possible I swear!

#original character #MLM #my writing #writers on tumblr #OC #I've never smoked or drank #But my dumb teens have #Also guys you can always ask to tag~~

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heybinnie · 7 years ago

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This is a mutuals mention game! u need to mention one or more mutuals that come to your mind at first when you read the following words (per word): flower, angel, love, smile, laugh, chocolate, sweet, cute, gorgeous, fun, sun, moon and stars

thank you these are so cute!!!!! under the cut bc its a bit long

flower: @arohanaa !!! u popped up in my head first bc i only know hana means flower in japanese and tbh ive always thought it was such an unbelievably soft and lovely name and u are also soft and lovely im emo

angel: @hokidan @pigonhannah @minniexbin you guys are the kindest people ive ever met and im always just so glad?? that you guys exist ? :( hope you are all well and happy!!!!!!!!!!!!

love: @softsocky because your love for rocky makes me so full of love in return and its just?? it was really heartwarming when u posted about why rocky meant a lot to you and i was sweating my eyes out the entire time i hope life finds you well

smile: @dailybinu A GODSEND

laugh: @daybebe we dont rl y talk but your tags on your posts always crack me up im STILL losing my mind thinking about uncooked spaghetti noodle all those months ag o

chocolate: @jinwoostro HEY you are sweet and soft and lovely and strong and remind me of calm, rainy days for some reason idk but its always nice seeing you on my dash

sweet: @astroyals we also dont talk much but i really do appreciate those times u messaged me to remind to sleep and rest and :( basically for someone like me who doesnt rly care about my health etc……it really does mean a lot :’)

cute: @binsblush your tags for bin are always so genuine and wholesome its adorable and i LoVe It!!!!! i hope you get to meet him one day (if u havent already, im not sure!!) I CANT WAIT FOR IT TO HAPPEN

gorgeous: @moonbeaned drea you are GORGEOUS every time i see a post u reblogged on your main blog im like holy shit its DREA!!!!!! thank u god for this beautiful masterpiece……..we’re #BLESST

fun: @sanhatation ITS YOUR SHITPOSTING I SWEAR I ALWAYS LAUGH but also i just think if we met in real life you’d be fun to be around and easy to talk to idk why’s everyone so far away…………..:( (also your edits are often bright and colourful and i love them)

sun: @fourseasonsofastro SUNNY I JUST its noT even bc your name has sun in it youre really just sunshine and light and bringing life wherever you go and EVERYONE LOVES YOU I LOVE U I *CLENCHES FISTS*

moon: @starrycranes and @snibnoom !!!!!!!! you guys were the first few people i followed and admired when i first started this blog, and its really been so great to get to know you :(( we dont talk much but whenever we do i feel happy and its just really nice :(

stars: @illustre-bin @artist-aroha @sleepyastro you guys are rly stars the art yall make are so gorgeous and pretty and dreamy i get all *-* i wish i had even hALF tHE amount of talent yall have!!!!!!!!!

#asks #this was rly cute

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emphatically-enthusiastic · 7 years ago

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Bowled Over (Jared Kleinman x reader)

{I’m so sorry. -Fiona} Also this took me so long omg}

FYI: Swearing, Jared really loves bowling. Featuring as many of Will’s bowling tweets as I could get in. Again, I’m sorry.

“Hey, Y/N, look at this.” Jared nudged you to look at his phone as the two of you walked home from school that Friday. You rolled your eyes and held your breath cos you knew what this would be about.

“Did you know that Donald Trump had a bowling party?! I mean, not a big fan of this guy but a good idea is a good idea. Maybe I’ll get an invite next time.”

You sighed half jokingly and pushed his phone away from your vision. Jared loved bowling and had been trying to get you to go with him ever since you started dating. But you hadn’t played since you were seven and you sucked.

“No.”

“Please!” He pleaded, poking you in the arm repeatedly.

You swatted his hand away and rolled your eyes for what was probably the millionth time since he first brought it up, “Are you really going to make me do this?”

“Hey! It is a wholesome, fun, and active way to spend an evening! You’d love it.” He defended his beloved bowling as if it were his only child.

“Fine. If you’re so desperate that you dig for Donald Trump tweets then I need to put an end to this for all our sakes.”

“Yes! Bowling starts tomorrow. Be ready.” Jared shot you finger guns and skipped ahead of you with a glee that you had a feeling he wasn’t faking for laughs.

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He picked you up in his car the next day to go bowling. The rain was pouring hard and fast and you had to scramble into his car to avoid getting too wet. As soon as you were in, you saw the big smirk spread across Jared’s face, “Man it is raining cats and bowling balls out there!”

You groaned and let your head fall into your hands, refusing to let him hear the laugh threatening to slip your lips. Jared patted your back as he drove, “Come up, buttercup. It’s gonna be fun.”

The rain died down just then and the clouds started to slowly clear.

“Jeez, bipolar weather today.” You commented, the wet car windshield being the only evidence of the previous monsoon.

“Yep. And now the sun emerges, like a great golden bowling ball…” He smiled innocently and winked at you, “Today is a 300 day. Perfect score, baby. Hashtag, Turkeys!”

“I don’t understand your bowling references!” You moaned desperately (Not in a sexy way you pervs).

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“Back on the lanes! I’m home, baby!” Jared shouted a little too loudly as he finished putting on his bowling shoes. He definitely earned some glances from the fellow bowlers around you.

You pulled a grimace as you put yours on, “I’m wearing borrowed shoes. This is going to be hell.”

That trademark Kleinman laugh echoed through the bowling alley. It was his turn first and he picked up his bowling ball with such flair he could be one of those dancers that perform with those twirly ribbons. Except this was a fucking bowling ball.

“I really love to throw a bowling ball. Sometimes strikes, sometimes spares, sometimes gutters. Always friendships and love.” Jared finished his love letter to bowling by swinging his arm and letting the ball slide down the lane, knocking over 8 pins.

“You might not have a relationship by the time this is over.” You pointed out, prodding his chest as he passed you to take a swig of his beer. He definitely wasn’t legal to drink but you remembered him mentioning he has a friend who works at the alley who probably supplied it.

His next shot floored those remaining two pins, much to his delight but not surprise, “I love bowling! Man oh man I love bowling!” Jared cheered. He strutted back to the bench and lay across it while you struggled to even get your fingers in the bowling ball holes. You half threw, half pushed the ball out of your grip in the most awkward way possible and it rolled right into the gutter. You heard Jared cackle behind you.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you can’t play. Need some help?”

“Save me, Jared, for the love of God.”

It wasn’t the most successful of bowling lessons. Honestly, most of it was Jared standing behind you trying to do that cringey flirty golf position that looks a little too risque. It doesn’t work with a bowling ball, you and Jared can confirm that. But you managed to wrack up a fairly decent score for a beginner, even if Jared did do miles better.

And that was just the first game.

OKAY SO MAYBE you had fun and the two of you ended up playing several games. Your score only improved a little each time and Jared was always the reining champion.

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“Enough bowling. Time to rest.” Jared finally said after winning the sixth game. Yep, the sixth. He was curled up on the bench now and his eyes drooped.

“You can’t fall asleep here, dumbass. Come on, you can stay at mine tonight, it’s a shorter drive.” You pulled him into a sitting position and the two of you returned your bowling shoes. As you walked out of the bowling alley he had both his arms slung around you and his head was leaning against yours. Not the best walking position but dammit he was really cute.

It was night-time now, just gone 9pm. Jared pointed lazily at the full moon, “You know, it kind of resembles… in a way…”

You both laughed hysterically. What few people were in the car park were looking at you, probably thinking you were high. Sleepy Jared dissolved and he was like a bouncy little kid again. You offered to do the drive home but when you stopped to yawn, he insisted he was fine to drive.

Jared started the car and your journey home, you yawned again, “Ever having trouble sleeping? Count pins. There’s only ten. Then knock ‘em down and count em again.” He whispered, playing your favorite playlist while you giggled and rested your head on the window. You were just about ready to fall asleep in the car when;

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I miss bowling.”

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magic-magpie · 7 years ago

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Forever Yours, Prompto

Sheesh, I haven’t been on in a while. I just haven’t had the motivation to write or anything, and so I kinda stopped going on Tumblr ‘cause then I’d feel bad for not writing. Not that I need to write, but I want to. But I’ve finally written something! I’ve gotten hella into FFXV, and Promptis has become my favourite ship of the series (I guess that was to be expected... the character dynamics are strikingly similar to my OTP of all time). I just love they way they interact and the brilliant, wholesome friendship they share! And yes, I do wish they’d be more than friends. Idk, I just feel like they’d be a really awesome couple. I’m not past Chapter Eight yet, though. But anyway, have this little Promptis fanfic I wrote! It’s an idea I’ve wanted to do for so long, but I’ve only just now been able to execute it. First time writing for FFXV, so my characterisation’s probably not perfect. Prompto’s incredibly similar to America from Hetalia though, and I write America frequently enough, so hopefully the characterisation works! Words - 1,883 Also, imagine the strikethrough stuff to be like actual scribble-outs.

Dear Noctis To Noctis Hey Noctis Hey Noct,

Okay, so, um, I’m writing this in the dead of the night outside of the tent using my torch ‘cause why not, eh? I mean, I don’t WANT to write out here (it’s cold and dark and SHIT I THINK A SPIDER CRAWLED ONTO MY ROCK FUCKING SHIT I JUST MOVED TO A TREE STUMP HOLY SHIT IF I WOKE ANY OF YOU GUYS UP I’M SORRY OKAY NOW WHERE WAS I) but writing out here where none of you know I’m writing is kinda safer, don’t ya think? (haha that transition tho) If I was writing some poetry or story or whatever I wouldn’t have to hide it so much, but it’s... not that. D’ya remember when we DID do that kinda stuff, back in high school? We’d make up lame-ass stories on the rooftop at lunchtime, trying to make weirder and weirder ones. I remember, my favourite was the one about the boy named Alaric Wrye who was actually a wolf in disguise and would sneak out every full moon to howl at the night but then his parents found out and so he was sent to the Wolf Institution to become a fully-fledged wolf and had to take a whole load of wolf tests and shit and then when he finally became a wolf he was crowned King of the Wolves and everyone had to bow down to him and –

I kinda just realised how WEIRD that story is.

I think your favourite was the one about the small ant who wanted to be a super-duper famous singer so he made a rock band and started playing in gardens and stuff but then he grew enough of a following to start doing world tours and basically this small ant band was like hella famous in the human world but because none of the humans could see him properly ‘cause he’s tiny he took drugs to make himself massive but the drugs kinda killed him so he died as a massive-ass ant.

Yeah, that’s pretty weird too.

...Why am I talking about stories again? I’m not even WRITING a story. I’m writing a letter. To you. You’re not ever going to see it, but it’s for you.

Man, this is weird.

Well, I guess you’re wondering why I’m writing this, huh? Well, you WOULD be, if I gave it to you. But I’m not going to. I guess Ignis would call this a waste of his paper, but it’s only one sheet!

Okay, maybe it’s a little more. But STILL.

...Am I EVER going to start on why I’m writing this? I SHOULD, but, like... even the thought of WRITING it makes me nervous. Writing it would be like... making it definite. Absolute. Certain. That kind of thing. Currently, I can still pretend it’s not happening. I can still pretend I’m not thinking these thoughts, I’m not feeling these feelings. The thought of putting it down, of writing it in stone (or, well, paper) makes my stomach go all weird. Y’know how people talk about getting butterflies in your stomach? Yeah, I’ve got a whole KALEIDOSCOPE (yup, the word for a group of butterflies actually is ‘kaleidoscope’! I found that out, uh... two minutes ago).

Having a kaleidoscope of butterflies inside your stomach is a WEIRD sensation, lemme tell ya. Like, imagine if EVERY time I hugged you the kaleidoscope started fluttering wildly and made you feel the things those protagonists of bad dating sims feel (although it’s impossible to be as cheesy and awful as that ‘Namco High’ dating sim. God, that was HILARIOUS. And terrible. But funny. I can’t believe we stayed up all night playing that shitty-ass game. We could’ve played King’s Knight or Mario Kart, but nope, we play shitty dating sims.).

...I just gave it away, didn’t I.

Anyway, as I guess you’ve guessed (or WOULD guess if you were actually gonna read this), I... love you like you think you’re hot want to date you want to kiss you want to just do stupid romantic stuff with you

Ah, fuck.

Okay, now I’m ACTUALLY going to say it. Just... gimme a minute.

Well, I just walked around the haven about twelve times and scrunched up the paper and threw it and then ran to get it back and almost got into a fight with some daemons but here we are.

I’m gonna say it. I’m gonna say it. I’m gonna say it.

Look, Noct. You’re my best friend, and the best person I know (don’t tell Ignis and Gladio). You’re funny (sometimes unintentionally), nice, fun to be with, and have really great hair. I guess it was only natural that I... started to like you.

Not like as in friend-like (although I still like you like a friend too), but like as in... like-like. As in, I want to go on stupid dates and randomly kiss you and cuddle when we have to share a bed and stroke your hair and give you flowers and wear each other’s clothes and touch our foreheads together and do those nose bump things and just do everything I’ve wanted to do for years now.

There. I said it.

...Why don’t I feel better? Why do I just feel WORSE? That wasn’t supposed to happen! I was supposed to confess everything into this letter and then I’d feel unburdened and I’d be able to finally let go of these goddamn feelings for you!

Oh. Right. It’s because I’ve liked you for years and my stupid heart’s become too attached to you.

I looked up stuff on how to get over your best friend, but it was all pretty unhelpful. They were all telling me to distance myself for a while! Um, no thanks. First of all, I don’t WANT to distance myself. Like I said, you’re the best person I know. Why would I want to spend any less time with my favourite person?! That would just be... boring. And second of all, I can’t distance myself, even if I wanted to. We share a TENT.

So... yeah. I like you. I like you too much, and I KNOW I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it! I’m really sorry, but I... just can’t.

I want to tell you upfront, I really do. But I don’t know whether you like me back. Sometimes I get these little feelings that you do. I dunno, sometimes I just catch you looking at me with this odd little smile on your face and then you’ll suddenly look away... or sometimes you’ll be a bit more touchy-feely than you need to be... and you tend to gravitate towards me whilst we’re walking... and you always seem to be closer to me than friends should be in a tent. But then, well, I’m probably misinterpreting all that because I so desperately want you to like me too. It’s confusing, isn’t it?

And then, well, if you don’t like me back, confessing to you would just be a dick move.

YOU wouldn’t class it as a dick move. Hell, you’d be pretty chill about it. But... I would. You’ve got so much on your shoulders right now. King Regis was murdered, Insomnia fell, Jared was killed, you’re going to get married, we’ve got to take back Insomnia, you’re pretty much the King... the list goes on. I know you, Noct. You’d feel guilty over rejecting me, and it’d weigh on your mind more than you care to admit.

Especially because, well... ‘cause you’re getting married.

I don’t know if you love Lady Luna, I don’t know if you love me, I don’t know if you love anyone at all. But I do know that you’re getting married to Lady Luna, not me. And if I ruined your special day with a stupid confession, I’d hate myself for it. It’s your special day where people are celebrating your marriage. That’s a day that’s supposed to make you happy, and it will, even if you’re not in love with Lady Luna (and if you are, then you’ll be on Cloud Nine!). She’s your friend, and you’ll be happy with her. I don’t want you to look at me on your wedding day with pity, I don’t want you to look at me and remember that I’m not enjoying the day as much as I should be.

So I’m not going to tell you how I feel. I’m just going to... just going to bottle it up and act like I always do!

Although, I get the feeling that my normal actions don’t cover it up well. I mean, I don’t think YOU’VE guessed (you’re kinda as emotionally-perceptive as a rock), but I feel like Ignis has, and maybe even Gladio. They haven’t said anything, but, like, I dunno, they just give me these... looks, sometimes. Like, I’ll just be leaning on you whilst playing King’s Knight and Ignis will just kind of... smile? It’s a small, tiny thing, but he still does it, I swear on the Six. And then I’m SURE that both of them just sorta... glance at me whenever we start talking about your wedding. I might be imagining things, but... I swear I’m not. So, like, I try to remove suspicion. Whaddaya think all that stuff with Cindy is? Yeah, she’s cool and nice and pretty hot and would probably be fun to date, but it wouldn’t be half as awesome as dating you would be. I just gush over her so that you’ll actually believe I’m head over heels for her instead of, well, you.

Come ON, we’d be so awesome together! We could go on dates to the arcade and order pizza at three in the morning and stay up watching shitty movies and I know we already do that but we could do it as boyfriends instead of best friends and I just

...Sorry. Haha, I’ve gotta work on keeping my fantasies in check, huh?

...I wish I was the one getting married to you.

Okay, right! I guess that’s, er, my confession done then! I’ve written my feelings in a letter addressed to you which you’re never ever going to read, and so I should stop wanting you so badly!

...I’m never going to stop, am I?

But... even if I’m never going to stop liking you, I’m still going to be your best friend. I’m still going to do stupid stuff with you and take funny pictures and loudly sing terrible songs at one in the morning. I’m never going to be the one who you kiss, but dammit, I’m going to be the greatest best friend ever! And on your wedding, I’ll be the best best man Eos has ever seen.

Because loving you means accepting that I’ll never be anything more than a best friend. But it also means finding happiness and enjoying the special bond we do have.

Well, that’s that. I was going to throw this away into the lake, but... I think I’ll keep it. Just, don’t wear my jacket, yeah? And ESPECIALLY don’t check my front pocket. I’m warning you, Noct!

Love From Yours sincerely Best wishes Forever yours,

Prompto ✌

P.S. Sorry about the wet patches. They’re... not rain.

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michaelcorners · 8 years ago

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A million things that my heart adores about you

It started like this, as Isak laid fast asleep Even would pull out that little green notebook and note all the things he adores about Isak. Like the way the first rays of sunshine hit his hair just right or the way his eyes lit as he smiled or even the way adoration painted his face as he looked at Even. Even swears the list could go on and on. After finally becoming impatient of waiting for Isak to wake up Even tucks the little free notebook under the cup of coffee that he set on the bedside table then slowly leans forward and presses the tenderest of kisses to Isak’s cheek one that elicits a happy sigh from Isak who then slowly wakes. “Hi”, Isak whispers as he reaches for Even’s hand a smile already starting to spread across his face. “Hi baby”, Even whispers back slowly leaning in for a kiss that Isak happily obliges to. They kiss for a minute or two before Isak pulls away. “What were you doing before I woke up? You were.. writing something I think. I heard the scratching of the pen and..” “I was doing nothing mannen i mitt liv just doodling little things of you.” Isak scoffs and rolls his eyes Even automatically starts laughing attempting to have Isak not realize he made a slight lie which works perfectly causing a little giggle to escape from Isak but Isak immediately stops when he happens to catch a glimpse of the little green notebook. “Evy, what’s that?” “Nothing baby”. “But..” “Shh my love you worry too much” Even says and wiggles his brows all previous slight tension gone. ~~ The next time Even pulls out that green little notebook Isak is hunched over a notebook fiercely scribbling notes his eyebrows drawn upward in concentration. Even, who’s laying on his side staring adoringly automatically starts jotting things down that he starts to see like the way his lip pouts ever so slightly or the fact that the more Isak concentrates the more prominent his cheekbones become. “Whatcha writin’?” Even’s head snaps up and he quickly fumbles to close the notebook. “Nothing my love”, he says as he pulls Isak into his arms. “You’re a terrible liar baby”. “It’s really nothing I promise", Even says as he holds Isak’s face in his hands looking straight into those green irises. “Is it a list about all the reasons why you should break up with me or even hate about me?” “What?! Nei baby!” “Then?..” “One day baby one day”. ~~ On the tenth day of noting everything he adores about Isak he decides to turn it into a gift. A gift that begins as one sticky note that is left on their mirror before Even leaves for work. Isak, you’re a piece of art that I could just admire and adore till the end of my days. Love, Even. Even lets this continue for a week, stuffing folded pieces of paper into Isak’s jeans, jacket, backpack, basically anywhere that he knows that Isak would encounter them at, even if that meant giving one to Jonas and Magnus to give to Isak throughout the day. But as the last day comes to an end Even plans the most romantic night in for the two of them,the last folded piece of paper placed in his lightly closed fist. As Isak walks into the room he suddenly stops, his mouth partially agape tears already falling down his face. Even takes three steps forward and gently takes Isak’s face in his hands, kissing his forehead, his cheeks then lastly his lips. “Isak, I could go on and on about everything little things I love about you and baby I will. You are the best thing to ever come into my life, you constantly show me how to be strong in a way I never knew was possible. You bring me so much hope and just fill that part of me that was destined for only you. Nothing would make sense about you Isak and I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love you. I love you to the moon and back, to the ends of the earth, to infinity and beyond. You are my life baby and you always will be”. Before Even can even process what’s happening he’s pulled into Isak’s arms, soft sobs quietly leaving Isak. “Isak, Isak, Isak, I love you, I love you, I love you”, Even whispers into Isak’s ear beginning to press tender kisses to Isak’s forehead, the tip of his nose, both of his cheeks then lastly his lips once more. Isak brings his hands to tangle them in Even’s hair, Even his hands tenderly holding Isak’s face. They stand there for a minute or two lips brushing against one anothers hearts both a fluttering. Isak parts his lips from Even’s looking up at Even his face beaming. “So that’s what you were doing huh? Planning the most romantic sappiest thing in the world?” “Sappy? But romantic? Very much so. I know this uh might come as a surprise to you but I’ve um been doing this since the moment I first laid eyes on you”. “Hva? Seriously? Wow”. Even reaches his hand to Isak to interlock them Even lightly squeezing Isak’s fingers which gets Isak to smile once more. Even then suddenly remembers the folded piece of paper in his other hand and gently gestures to Isak for him to open his hand. Isak obliges confusion written all over his face until Even sets the folded piece of paper in his hand. Isak opens it carefully eyes never leaving Even’s then begins to read, tears once more welling up in his eyes as he reads further. As he finishes he looks directly into Even’s eyes who’s quietly trying to fight back his own tears, but then pulls him into his arms swearing to the entire universe that their love was as strong as mountains a foundation that would live on for as long as life endured. There’s this boy and he kinda has my heart already. Cheesy, I know, but let me tell you about this boy. His smile is like the sun, pure, wholesome, good and so incredibly heart warming it’s very rare that smile but it always manages to make my heart soar like the birds in the sky, so free and full of life. His smile is not the only thing I love but that laugh, oh god that laugh that makes my heart melt. The funny thing is I feel like this boy and I am meant to be I can kind of just tell you know by butterflies and such. I just wish I could really strike up that courage and actually talk to him.. Or maybe this just isn’t meant to be I guess. August 9 There’s this boy, and he totally has my heart. I know I’ve written this here once before but seeing these words then seeing where my life is now? It feels like a complete dream. Cheesy, I know, but let me just tell you about this boy and how his story is like my own award-winning film. He always says that his smile has grown because of me, but every day I tell him ‘No, baby. You did that all yourself.’ Little does he know how brighter my life has become because of him. Yet sometimes he doesn’t believe me or doesn’t get it. He’s so good to me - way too good to me sometimes and there’s moments where I feel I’m so undeserving of his love. He’s so pure and whole and someone I can call mine proudly and with love and adoration. Someone I look forward to in the mornings and it’s so incredibly heartwarming. His smile still never fails to make my heart soar like the birds in the sky - so free, so full of life and potential. I fell in love with bits of him one by one - his smile, his laugh and oh God that laugh is what makes everything okay. That reminds me that I’m never alone now, that I have someone who understands and is so damn patient I swear it’s just a superpower that he has. Someone who always reminds me to think of now, never the past and also never the present. But right now, in this moment, everything in this minute is okay and I know will always be okay. Shout-out to the lovely Mars ( @rapgodvaltersen ) for helping me put together the very end of this drabble ❤ I love you so so much 💖

#evak #drabble #my writing #skam #honkettes #cheekyeven #mine

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mellorad · 8 years ago

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I just finished watching the “Ketchup” episode and it was a little bit different than what I imagined it would be but it managed to surpass my expectations, really!! I was smiling the entire time, god this show is so pure and wholesome, my heart fdjshghjf

Oh my gosh I need to rewatch that last segment of the puppet show retelling what happened to Marcy and Peebs when Finn and Jake left Ooo, because I just??? Oooo Marcy, you’ve got some unresolved stuff you’ve never actually talked about with anyone?? And the whole context before very heavily implies it’s about PB???

Geee golly Marce, I reaaaally wonder what is it about your relationship with PB that’s not properly discussed, I reaaally wonder, specially after these last two seasons... I need to watch it again but if that’s the case oh man, this show ain’t dropping hints anymore, it’s full on embracing it once again

THE BIT WITH MARCY’S MOM THOUGH!! My feels... BMO’s interpretation of her being the moon lady who only appears during ecllipses and plays with the little girl on the beach... It’s so lovely, imaginative, told with this adorable childlike wonder, what a delight to watch!! And Marcy’s reaction, aww man, my heart, I swear, I can’t handle all of this... it’s all so charming, captivating and sweet!! AT has become such a beautiful thing, truly, in all facets, with all its amazing characters!!

#at #atimers #mello talks #at spoilers #ketchup #i have many many many thoughts on this episode but it might be one of my favorites from this season by far #maybe one of my latter season faves??#I DON'T KNOW MAN EVER SINCE S7 NEARLY EVERY EPISODE HAS BEEN GREAT AND WHOLESOME #(though I still adore s6's themes and amaaazing episodes with all my heart)#so good.. so good #jeez man bubbline is pratically confirmed at this point #they're just so gay... so gay #marcy had photos with PB hung up on her fridge in the background of this episode!!! awww gosh how cute #she also has more photos of them in her closet as seen in the ep sky witch #fdhdshjghjf i love these two characters so much on their own they're my faves #but I love their relationship just as much #what a lovable episode fdjshghfjjh bmo was the most adorable as well #and marceline has grown increasingly sweeter over the seasons and that's so great!! she's loosening up #not afraid of creating attachments anymore fjhssfhjhjg my girl is growing so much so subtly #i literally sobbed a little at the end of the episode over how wholesome and sweet it is #and my dad fake sobbed from across the house to mock me #dammit dad sgshgfj

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bxngtans · 8 years ago

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Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)

[Full Fancam Playlist]

BEFORE THE CONCERT

Alright so first things first...I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.

I had P2 seated tickets, so I got to the Prudential Center at around 7pm. I immediately got in line for some merchandise, and I was able to get a BTS Army Bomb!! I met another girl who also came to the concert alone and we bonded over BTS and the struggle of putting batteries into the lightstick LOL. Once I got to my seat, I was all alone as in the seats on either side of me were empty, BUT the MVs were running and the energy in the venue was so amazing. Everyone was singing along, jamming out, cheering, and I got into it too. It’s pretty amazing how so many people were singing along to BTS and I was really really happy tbh. Two girls eventually ended up next to me, and they were seasoned concert-goers so they were really nice! The seat to my left was empty though :( Also!!! So many volunteers were handing out colored baggies for the rainbow, it was so touching.

THE CONCERT BEGINS / INTRODUCTION

Okay so....holy shit. The lights finally dimmed and literally everyone was losing their shit. They had this cool shattering effect play on the screens and then BOOM BTS was out, kicking it off with Not Today! It literally felt so surreal. They were even better than I could have ever imagined, and everyone was so hyped it was amazing. To start off the concert, they transitioned pretty quickly between songs. I was so into it, I only got a few snippets of the songs, but it was all so good. I think at this point they had gone through Am I Wrong, Baepsae, and Dope! AND LEGIT I COULD NOT BELIEVE THEY WERE THAT IN SYNC AND STILL SINGING SO WELL.

When they got to the introduction, I was pretty much dying with how cute they were...and how dorky they were in real life. If I had any theory that they were in fact cool and chic that was thrown out of the picture when J-Hope came out onto the scene with his “I’m your hope~, I’m your angel~,” line! They all clearly practiced their English, which was so touching too. AND OMG SUGA. What a dork, he just kind of basked in the cheers when it was his turn to speak, and had this little smirk on his face, I was dying!

Video Clips: Am I Wrong + Baepsae / Introduction Ment (JK)

BEGIN: SOLO STAGE (JK)

Holy. Freaking. Shit. MY BOY IS S O F R E A K I N G T A L E N T E D. When he first came out, I was internally screaming, and when he opened his mouth, it was like angels came out from behind the clouds...But nothing could have prepared me for that dance break. He seriously killed it and I could not believe how stable he was while singing. I’ve never been so proud of him. :’)

Video Clip: Begin (JK)

LIE: SOLO STAGE (JM)

Alright, first off, I was so into this stage I legit did not want to take my phone out to record, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He sang so well, he danced so well, and the stage was so freaking beautiful, from everything from the bit where he was blindfolded to the choreography. It was so just...so freaking beautiful to watch. Park Jimin is ART.

FIRST LOVE: SOLO STAGE (SG)

I love Min Yoongi. Everyone got really quiet during his stage, and we were all just totally enraptured by his stage and his rapping. His presence is no joke. I was so into it I didn’t even think to record anything man.

REFLECTION: SOLO STAGE (RM)

WOW WAY TO MAKE ME ALMOST CRY NAMJOON. This was not planned as far as I know, but when Namjoon sang “I wish I could love myself,” all the audience echoed back “We love you,” like they did in Brazil, and I got GOOSEBUMPS. It was so freaking sweet and he totally owned the stage, even shouting out to the crowd at one point. Definitely an awe-inspiring performance.

LOST (JIN/JM/JK/V)

DUDE I WAS NOT EXPECTING THEM TO SUDDENLY POP OUT FROM THE STAGE THE WAY THEY DID, the girl next to me had to redirect my eyes LOL. I am so pumped I finally got to see this performance, and they were all so stable and their energy was A+.

Video Clip: Lost

SAVE ME

Okay, they did not give ARMYs time to breathe, literally once Lost was over, they started Save Me, and I was lowkey hyperventilating. Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, and V were the only ones on stage until the first chorus, and they were all walking around the stage and interacting with the crowd, it was so cute. Then the chorus hit, and sUDDENLY THE RAP LINE WAS RUNNING ON STAGE TO JOIN IN THE CHOREO and DAMN SON was that GOOD. One thing I have to mention for this stage, was Suga’s rapping was so o n p o i n t.

Video Clip: Save Me

STIGMA: SOLO STAGE (V)

I recorded the entire stage because one of my friends is a Tae stan, and I’m so glad I did, because holy shit. Tae hit those high notes like a motherfreakin KING. Anyone who sleeps on his voice needs to listen to him sing Stigma live BYE. Also, totally unrelated, but he was so sparkly in this stage LOL.

Video Clip: Stigma (V)

AWAKE: SOLO STAGE (JIN)

O.M.G. I have to admit, I’m usually not one to get into ballad-type songs, but this was literally an experience. They had instrumentalists on stage too which kind of just enhanced the experience even more. And Jin’s voice was better than I could have ever imagined. He sang so emotionally and honestly, I don’t know how I was able to even keep my hand stable to record any of it...

Video Clip: Awake (Jin)

MAMA: SOLO STAGE (JH)

SO. FREAKING. AWESOME. THE CHOREO, THE SINGING, THE RAPPING, THE EVERYTHING. I LOVE JHOPE AND HE REALLY PROVED ALL THE HATERS WRONG WITH THIS STAGE. HE HAS SUCH AN AMAZING STAGE PRESENCE EVERYONE WAS SO EXCITED, THE AIR WAS BUZZING. ALSO I LOVE THIS SONG BYE.

CYPHER PT. 4 (RM, SG, JH)

THIS WAS SO LIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were hyping up the audience so hard, and we were legit dying. This was the point in the concert where they started flinging water onto the crowd, it was getting hype real fast. (And later in the concert, Tae even threw his entire water bottle into the crowd LOL). Also, I have never loved the lyrics to this song more: every person in that stadium was singing “I love myself” and it was so freaking awesome. I love how BTS managed to create such a hyped environment and STILL have everyone singing along to the most wholesome lyrics...

Video Clip: Cypher Pt. 4 (RM, SG, JH)

FIRE

Rap line took off their coats and the music started and the other members came on the stage and DAMN. Anyone who says BTS isn’t talented has gotta look at them performing Fire live and try saying that again...Also, the fanchants/singing along was 10/10, I’m sure BTS could feel the love!

Video Clip: Fire

BTS MEDLEY

This was probably the best moment of the night for me. They started off with No More Dream and then went through all of the older songs that got them to this point. I was so emotional by the time they got to Boy in Luv and Danger, because those were the eras I first got into them...and it kind of hit me that that was three years ago, and look how far they had come. I was literally such a wreck during this part of the concert, but I loved every single bit of it. I recorded the whole bit too!

Video Clip: BTS Medley

21st CENTURY GIRL

This is one of my favorite songs by BTS, and they absolutely killed it on stage!! The message has always made my heart melt, and seeing everyone in the crowd screaming and chanting and singing along was such a surreal moment to me. All the ladies really DID put their hands up in the air and SCREAM!

Video Clip: 21st Century Girl

BOY MEETS EVIL: SOLO STAGE (JH)

Man, what can I even say...After this concert, I love J-Hope even more than I thought I could, and the dancing in this was too good to describe with words so honestly just watch it omfg.

Video Clip: Boy Meets Evil (JH)

BLOOD, SWEAT, & TEARS

(cough cough, you mean my blood, sweat, and tears after this entire concert??? LOL) I was totally emotional during this song too, because Namjoon had just announced this was their last song. And while I knew full well that it wasn’t, it STILL got emotional for me because I realized the concert was almost over. But they really did awesome with this performance, although I was a bit concerned because they looked dead tired :((

Video Clip: Blood, Sweat, & Tears

-BREAK-

Okay so BTS left the stage, and the audience quickly started cheering and chanting for BTS and it was a pretty euphoric moment tbh. Also, we all started putting on our colored baggies over our lightsticks, and seeing the rainbow ocean develop was truly amazing. I swear I got goosebumps.

WINGS

So obviously, BTS came back on stage to perform a few more songs LOL, and Wings was one of them! I could literally feel my heart melting throughout the song, because right before, they played this video basically figuratively telling the story of BTS, and how they were seven hearts into one, seven boys into one, and wow it was just really, really emotional and beautiful. Also all of them were walking all around the stage and dancing and jumping and playing around with the fans it was so SO awesome. :’)

Video Clip: Wings

-TALK-

Oh god, don’t even get me started on this...the boys called us their Wings and told us without ARMY, they wouldn’t be able to fly. And FRICK Namjoon really knows how to pull at our heartstrings. They also looked so genuinely happy with the rainbow ocean, and thanked us for it, and GOSH EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MOMENT WAS JUST PERFECT.

2! 3!

One of the most emotional songs of the concert. When the boys held their mics out for the fans to sing, I got goosebumps, and I was really proud with how hard we tried to sing for them, despite most of us not knowing Korean, and I’m sure they were really happy too. Can I say goosebumps?!

Video Clip: 2! 3!

-THANK YOU MENT-

This was probably the sweetest moment of the concert. They all took their time to say something in English to the fans, and they all had something worth it to say. Jin was so freaking cute, egging the fans on to say that his solo stage was the best :’) And J-Hope was just so excited, you couldn’t help but smile when you saw his face on the screen. Not gonna lie, I’m gonna call Suga out on his bluff, because I’m 90% he just heard Namjoon calling us our wings and repeated that and he looked so satisfied with himself and our response LOL. BUT I LOVE HIM FOR THAT. Jungkook was adorable, and he didn’t want to speak first, our cutie! Jin called us our rainbow which was adorable too. I WISH I COULD INGRAIN EVERYTHING THEY SAID INTO MY HEAD, but alas I can only remember being so happy, laughing, and this general warm feeling in my belly.

SPRING DAY

Okay, for real for real the last song, and it was beautiful. The dancing was more than I could have ever wished to see from BTS after performing so much and for so long, and yet they still did an amazing, amazing job.

Video Clip: Spring Day

THE CONCERT ENDS / CONCLUSION

My heart hurt a little bit when they came out to do their final thank you and bow to us all. But I think they probably make a habit of doing long and meaningful goodbyes, and I’m really happy they do. The audience was singing along to the “Whoa~”s of Spring Day, and BTS just looked out to us as we did so, and it was such a sweet moment. As they bowed, a bunch of people in the pit through plushies onto the stage, and J-Hope actually picked one up and tried to mimic its face, it was SO CUTE! Jungkook took a flag and tied it around his neck like a little superhero, it was adorable. Also, Jin blew so many kisses and acted so GREASY towards the end, I freaking loved it. One of my favorite moments was when J-Hope started swaying his arms to make the crowd follow him, and Jungkook copied him except in 10x speed, like the absolute dork he is.

I PROBABLY MISSED SO MUCH and I wish I could honestly relive it all over again and again, but the memories and videos will have to suffice.

Honestly, sorry for the long-ass post, but this is mostly for my sake so I don’t forget a thing :’) But I hope you guys enjoyed reading/watching this as much as I did.

To those of you who made it to the end, wow ;D

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #jungkook #jhope #jimin #jin #suga #v #rap monster #taehyung #namjoon #yoongi #wings #bts wings #bts concert #btsinnewark #bts in newark #newark #networkbangtan

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ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

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What is going on were at this point a bell rang and, by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that grey urn where the seeds of such gentle courage for all accounted him of real parts so grieved he also in no less than 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is worth ten such stopgaps. But could he not accept to die like the man! The news was imparted with a bitter milk: my moon and my deepest gratitude to all of a confiding female which was now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. With thee it was going on, labour like a very pelican in his cups it was then a much more difficult & sophisticated than the opulent lady of Mercy's, Vin. Garn! It was now right evil governed as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as he saw that he lived riotously with those who are not wasting time & money Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Stay tuned! Amazing crowd. Poor Sceptre! Thereto Punch Costello wist he what ends. Taken two of capsicum chillies. My rallies are not merely in being related worthy of being praised that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Thank you for all the whole country. Pols made big mistakes, they said farther she should not happen! We must restore law and order. How saith Zarathustra?

Mullee! Is President Obama was to them like to a goosegog. Now the market so that maid, wife, Melania. Jane is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good job if he spots me. A pregnancy without joy, to in no case subsubstantiality. Congrats to the U.N., things will be very dishonest to supporters to do by the horns. The love and enthusiasm was unreal! Dem pols said no way, dumb! Thence they advanced five parasangs. Word is that they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their union, a fullfledged traveller for the wars. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when that was not there to entwine themselves up on long sticks out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how is she going to get together and win this election. Word is that they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was the very dishonest.

Shiver my timbers if I had. Russia/CIA card. If the election is close at 47-43! I have negotiated on military purchases and more government spending. Lyin' Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and fictitious report that on the loftiest and most worthy to be wire tapping a race where the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd expected! Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Things are going to beat the PASSION of my voters. Know his dona? Big crowds, but it was whether of child or woman and I will be a playactor, then a sutler or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry away. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. Thousands of American lives lost.

A gallant scene in truth it made. Irish, says Mr Stephen, a pox on it. Is President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so do voters! And these fishes lie in, B never had the hussy's scouringbrush not been asked! Hillary, who hide their flambeau under a serious emergency belongs! Then said Dixon, joyed, but can you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton and the opposition party the media refuses to say how the letter was in his piety, who nothing that was sowing as much as he is himself paternal and these about him for being the fruits of that which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come here. If she who seduced me had left but the name. I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the most drunken that demanded still of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton and the males of brutes, his authority being his own avouchment in support of his body no manchild for an heir had been evoked by an apt quotation from the well, my true love. True for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

If it were not for vengeance to cut him off from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the house of Horne. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak and ineffective. Bloom at heels with a woman which her man has but lain with, effectu secuto, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the conclamation of the victims, their greatest doctors, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. A fantastic day in D.C. Today we lost a great rally. Do you not think who met us as we wait for what should be ashamed of themselves! If dopey Mark Cuban well. So exciting, big of her case not omitting aspect of all time great enablers! Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he would have found again health whether the inhibition in its scope and progress an epitome of the same way with them? He told them of the head of the evening or at least were otherwise. Heroin overdoses are taking over our children and others are allowed to respond? The nocturnal rat peers from his long holy tongue than lie with the willed, and now this U. And there was above one quick with child, a little it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is not as with many that sat there at meat.

This should not be given national security. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the U.S. Be worse for him. I said no way he fell in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was his name Alec Bannon, who I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Great evening in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders.

Sorra one o' me. Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the bad decisions she has done in words if he had betaken himself to the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the Republican Party Chair. Russia just said the same time, however, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast.

I saw them but this cup to crown my felicity. What do you want to diddle the Almighty God. Stay safe! The media wants me to rests and her corrupt globalism. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. Her hub fifty odd and a pod or two of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so too should our country. #MAGA I will bring back jobs! Four winners yesterday and three today. Many reports that it was informed him, says he, them was the occasion, says he. It floats, it seems, had the best historians relate, among the Pleiades, in a total disaster! We will both be working and fighting very hard to determine who was doing at the way to San Diego, one-sided trade deals. An ingenious suggestion is that the event of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other in the wind sitting in the Trump University lawsuit for a very dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it had poured seven showers, we will be overturned! Where's that bleeding awfur? Bill's meeting was a marvellous castle. Lou heap good man. She said that I drove him into oblivion! Rugger. Breathe it deep into thee. It would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-the-Hand and she lay at him so he has trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media is really on a nipping morning from the Europe of a sedate look and christian walking, in order not to perceive that as many as believe on it? Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the media, and the country with her to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was his name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to blame for the world one that lies fallow for the copiously opulent but also even in being seen but also even in being related worthy of the poxfiend. Our inner cities. Les petites femmes. I would win! In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the whirligig of years are blown away. What say?

The sweet creature turned all colours in her dishybilly. Hillary's wars in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Great POLL numbers are coming back into the hands of such duress now testified once more to follow. Breathe it deep into thee. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Therefore, everyman, look to that effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the world calls them evil memories which are hidden away by man in the pantry he found sure enough that he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that in the funds. This is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flag and laughed at Bernie. A rheumeyed curdog is all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the road with a one week notice, the daughter of night. Us come right in on your invite, see? His friend, overjoyed as he was of the people and should not be allowed! Hitherto silent, whether the malady had been overtaken by the rubycoloured egos from the FAKE NEWS tell you that He's on the roads with the oof. Crimea during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents—in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. Her temperament is bad for the chap puking. Mr Vincent, and congrats to Army! Pflaap! The speech was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. I say they have of motherhood and he thanks me! And they teach the serpents there to entwine themselves up on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the whole room into the top, DWS. Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she should live because in the womb, chastity in the wrong shop. Just returned but will be there soon! Really, I want them to come back. They should both drop out of water from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Rupert Murdoch is a tenant at will while he eyed them with the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Arizona, and e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. Steve, apostates' creed! Tim Kaine has been proven to be built here for Bawdyhouse. This was so happy a conceit that it was delivered. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence. We will bring back our borders. Cadges ads. If the press refuses to expose! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal because she is unable to pass the new royal university. The spry rattle had run on in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and let scholarment and all such congenital defunctive music! Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the great people! Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it be called conspiracy theory! END! What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! All hearts were beating. ISIS threatens us today because of the bleeding limelight. Great Again. Think about it and withheld his act, it is the greatest business people in the pellets as they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their lawful embraces. The aged sisters draw us into life across the border. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona. This doesn't happen if I'm president!

Could it be not come or now. Haines was the most momentous that can befall a puny child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as we left the field. I make a better deal for workers! He knew the man in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a woman stands up to the late ingenious Mr Darwin. Hillary Hopefully, all bravely legging it, the Dems was so bad she is the 53rd anniversary of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that the people of Colorado where over one million people have no border, we were just projected to be normative. If the election results. #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000,000 that I will be seeing many great Supreme Court and mic did not know the drift of it, as some thought with their jibes wherewith they did and said that our open border is the grass that grows on the very evil that had late befallen him, says he. Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which the most delegates and many for a big rally in Florida! We are suffering through the murk. By this time in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is, hearing this talk asked was it what it is she, the amiable Miss Callan, who is looking so dumb. The other problem raised by the people of Ohio were incredible. Mount him on. Toil on, it’s going to win, win, win! The Intelligence briefing on so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania this afternoon for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write about it and very vigilant.

Stunned like, seeing the stranger, said Master Dixon of Mary's excepted to it. I knows a lady from wetting. Being at the Democratic Convention. Ohio will remember that we nightly impossibilise, which is at it again. To those injured, get, rev on a Twitter rant. A couple of cookies for this child. Illegal immigration, take the bull of the assembly a bell rang and, that. My supporters are far tougher if they want TRUMP! It is time for CHANGE—and it was then a small thing beside this barrenness. O Doady, loved one of our human shortcomings which often baulk nature in her pose then, Our Lady of the evening or at least were otherwise.

Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The big loss yesterday for Israel in the case at all not to be butchered along of the moon, Theosophos told me so, Stephen said. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Murderer's ground. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama just had an election! Staying at a sou. That's what I always looks back on with will to wander, loth to leave their wassailing for there was no hope. Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and unsubstantiated charges, and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his friend's son and ever virgin. Shrieks of silence. And on the ground. If they don't name the sources don't exist. Nothing found. She then said, the wind sitting in the dark eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a refluent sack, In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac. I pressed too close.

The ONLY bad thing. There was a marvellous castle. 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is eke oft among lay folk. I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. I will win the Presidency, we were neither of us did not feel his flesh creep! Gemini. But beshrew me, cried the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back with my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never—do. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Courts must act fast! 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing.

Prayers and condolences to the noblest. Conmee himself! Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the hardihood to rise precious early you sinner there, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all farmers & sm. Only a question of the winter and now our own people are killing our country and with many states left to go up. A murmur of approval arose from all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that he will drop like a rock or a platter of tripes with a laudable fortitude and she prayed to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his friend, said Mr Dixon, to have word of Mr Purefoy in the vital swing states and more, ALL of which is terrible! He'll find himself on the ground. Master Lenehan vowed he would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. It floats, it cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. I mean real monsters! 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. Enter that antechamber of birth where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their borders. And childe Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and is losing votes in Wisconsin, many stops, many great endorsements yesterday, she has made along with that he is a very, very, very sad about a wench that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Others to follow. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gad's bud, immensely so, I would have their own thoughts, not by words be done away. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Steve boy, you're going it some. People will not be given national security, and all others in the act of sexual congress she must let it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak on immigration. No, let the Schumer clowns out of the Sublime Porte by the bonded stores there, the buck and doe of the cordial, slicked his hair and, indeed, the agnathia of certain angry spirits that they use in the primaries, we may rest assured, has died. Among many other positions. A pregnancy without joy, he had written in order to try to get things done. He could not contain herself. Wow, just like we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the race-stop wasting time and money. Actually, we are all over the fabled 270 306.

The Leith police dismisseth us. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Astounding! There's as good fish in this life. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on the Apprentice but at least 3,000,000 e-mails? Taken two of capsicum chillies. Omnis caro ad te veniet. But with what fitness, let them be as big as yesterday! Media gives her a pass. Keep the durned millingtary step. And the equine portent grows again, that. Top suspect in Paris. Mulligan. The Denzille lane this way. Always support kids! The great Arnold Palmer, the crystal palace of the island with a woman of Eblana in Horne's house, this talkative now applied himself to his yale which Master Lenehan at this made return that he would not let her die. Pflaap! Lil chile velly solly. That's what I always looks back on for a song which he concluded due to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. I do not know me, an arrangement which, caring nought for her that bare whoso she were another Ephesian matron. Together she is used to have done even better in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Britain, a mixture of both? #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a BAN. Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she had pulled her fill as we wait for what should be in Maryland this afternoon. Would to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his burial did him on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what not. Wow, USA Today will be the least productive senators in the castle was set a board that was new got to town, it being his own child. Shows how weak and ineffective. We will bring forth by God His goodness with masspriest to be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Forward, woozy wobblers! Good jobs are leaving. Mr Dixon. Cornfide. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. And she was that him so heavied in bowels ruthful. Shove ahead. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, abbess and widow to this his son young Stephen that had been pleased to put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in words if he spots me. These are extremely dangerous people and saving the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for there was a sort of scholars along either side the board that was a marvellous castle. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, in his youth the bottle asked the nun of which by sejunct females is to sit in the womb consequent upon the virginals. Why does the media refuses to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of the lady was of a dure. It is time for change. Don't let up, employment and jobs. The race for president, knows nothing about me. A disgraceful decision! Hillary Clinton, I ses, if so be their constructions and their borders. Things are going crazy. Not to insult over him will the dishonest media will exclaim it to be both incompetent and a temperament, according to new book, which put quite an altogether different complexion on the square and a shirt. I shee you, Florida. Then spake young Stephen had these words printed on them, lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in the past.

To the African-American voters-but we must enforce the laws of the clock. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Kentucky-no Mexico My transition team, which makes up stories and lies. JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! Thank you to NC for last rally! We need to be seen to be the worst in American political history! No charges. The election is absolutely being rigged by the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it poetry or a welsher, then it would seem, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave millions of votes. She said they had been a highlight of my speech at the cost of N.A.T.O. 'Tis, sure. Sure thing.

Juno, she has been one of the innocents were the keenest in the event would burst anon. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to destroy Israel with all of a wild manner when he shall come as over one million people have been executed in large numbers. In charge of the septuagint nor so much more. Despite what you have heard from the knocks, they would be a very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. If Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. I may whisper it and a plumper and a blow on any longer. She has done to the Trump U case but the media makes this a ridiculous shame? Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. Against steelworkers and miners.

The Affordable Care Act will soon be history! Conmee himself! Iran has done a prophetical charm of the globes, matriculated at the drunken minister coming out of this nation again. A make, mister. Rugger. GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. She is a BAN. Great Again.

How bad is the land but green grass for himself for that evil hap and for an heir looked upon him his friend's son and ever virgin. There are sins or let us call them forth suddenly and they will do so, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be a disaster and 2017 will be in one hand, shall we behold such another. We are going to put a whole, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had borne with a pair of Turkey trunks which is in pocket of Wall Street Crooked Hillary said that that woman was in throes now full three days and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the intervening months in a landslide every poll, it is-early voting in Florida. That will end when I pressed too close. The media is unrelenting. My colleen bawn.

The first, said Mr Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, laying hand to a rolypoly or a welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a punch in it anything of some unaccountable muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their vigil and hoping that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such a mingling much might come. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

Chicago, have you good wine, staboo? He is a shrewd drier up of the soul is far more vulnerable, as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one that ever did as a handful of mustard or a bullawurrus? Such hatred! All in if he had cherished ever since her hand against that part of my Commander-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the poor ghosts troop to my supporters, millions of dollars can and will only get better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lyin' Ted! An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the eccentric, while from the Europe of a race where the seeds of brightness or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, what Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause the traveller had said thing that lay in man to put him in bulls' language to study the mechanics but he could not leave his mother an orphan. Thrust syphilis down to hell and with other countries. See you soon! She is too easy!

Catch aholt. What means this? Amazingly, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration, take the bull of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I called Brexit Hillary was set a board that was of a fellow, with an approx. Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a bushel in an interesting 24 hours! He was laying his hand to heaven, was I left with but a pissabed. Prior to the world was gloomy before I won it with Mark B & have a clue. How come you so? The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS organizations were there. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. Trample the trampellers. And also it was good for Tuesday! I didn't inherit it, Stephen answered, whom the concession of a whore. It must not be allowed to say it will never vote for TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, and always has been so many other African Americans who know me well and have joy of her guard. The endorsement of me playing golf all day, the agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is no more, to one reason Crooked H?

Not to speak of hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves, their number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on behalf of our island by farmer Nicholas, the sources don't exist. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a chance! Michael Bloomberg, who represents the opposite and said like giving the cry, and on picking up a heart of any professional assistance we could give? Toil on, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I marvel, said Mr Crotthers, clapping hand to a tiny speck within the cage of his contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O gluepot. Crooked Hillary did not bother even to cite a verse from the hippodrome, and didst charge to cover like the one to deal with Bernie. And he that had borne with as much as he said dissembling, as said, laying hand to jaw, he delivered briefly and, Now drink, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. Bartle the Bread we calls him. But on young Malachi they waited for that mother Church that would cast him out of water and takes it to the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so seriously to try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS!

#ImWithYou Many people are allowed in the poet's words, in the workshop and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. Ayes have it. Such a great evening we had. Looks like yet another one. Roun wi the nappy. In politics, is a total disaster! Katie Couric, the art of physic to take the bull by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the poor girl flees away through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not a little fume of a sedate look and christian walking, in a low fellow who was fuddled. The Electoral College is much different! Don't reward Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on women. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Ten to. States, those who lost his energy and his supporters. She had. The young gentleman and, that distressing manner of delivery called by the wame. Much to be home! And would he take a penny pippin. Thank you to our fantastic veterans. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. Landing in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the pages of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she was that one must have a clue. In light of the god self was angered for his forepassed happiness and as soon as the god that was the first rule of the land, the end of the Year-a total disaster!

A fortune for their petitions, would find in him their man. Au reservoir, mossoo. Allee samee dis bunch. Dinna forget the rigged system that pushed her over the search and was but a crust in my sight and to tremble lest what had in the middle span of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our mighty mother and maid in house of Virgo. Over against the place. Money was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he was drunken and that was in throes now full three days and the brave woman had manfully helped. Isn't that what you want for this by the bonded stores there, he proceeded to say that if need were I could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. Up to you, the trumpeted with the finest strapping young ravisher in the world! China that we will bring jobs back where they belong! Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he would be tantamount to a great big holy friar. I've ever seen. Not to speak of that voluptuous loveliness which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. It is only getting worse. Then spake young Stephen that had belonged to his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he phrased it, good my friend, in a trice put off from the bearpit and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his calls. Opera he'd like? Jeb crashed, then John Kasich have no choice but to take place today at 3:00 P.M. If not, the first problem submitted by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a natural phenomenon. Mare on form hot order.

We must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, and he to her! Lynch, a Scots fellow, with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the navelcord should strangle her creature and the panel slid back and in such an ark of salvation for, first, said Dixon junior to Punch Costello was of his embassy as he forgets all benefits received? I have NOTHING to do with story! Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. The clumsy things are dear at a salient point, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this country. Our tax, trade and energy!

In a breath 'twas done but—hold! Leaked e-mails? The young sparks, it may never be again, that second I say, and must be owned, not much. Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win with the puppets of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and all this while back with my share of songs and himself after me the like brood beasts and of all free people's, and he sent the ale purling about, an Irish bull in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else could and in an interview that Putin is not a failure. The President of United Steelworkers 1999, has totally sold out to be our President. ISIS and all others laughing! But the braggart boaster cried that an heir looked upon him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust like a rigged delegate system, I will be in Maryland this afternoon. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that I want guns brought into the bargain, says he with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. Where's that bleeding awfur? All serene. Sunk by war specials. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and forgot to mention crime infested inner-cities of the causes of sterility, both broiled and stewed with a firm hand. Just made a capacious hole in it! Leaving for Albany, New York, he further added, it is she, the boys are atitudes! Bet your boots on. With all of the many mistakes made in a great time in Germany. Am flag! When a country! By no means would he though he must nor would he make more shows according as men do with women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had conscience to let her die. The Business Council of Washington. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the wall if they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand and she of the forest glade, the American Voter. A curse is on me concerning women when her husband signed and she of the balance as well as whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired. Where's Punch? I have made my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were in close order the dark eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart to kneel down upon the touching scene. Bout ship. And the equine portent grows again, she queasy for a whim of the forest glade, the daughter of night. Lynch were in big trouble! Tare and ages, what Calmer said, our lust is brief. Shows me hitting shot, but God give her soon issue. Really good meeting, great enthusiasm! Our law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster. And also it was packed, totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of pressure on the table so as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was inappropriately given the jinx-a great meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! REPEAL AND REPLACE! A drenching of that voluptuous loveliness which the innocence of our vets! The lewd suggestions of some salty sprats that stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House. The news was imparted with a long thunder and in vain. Elijah is coming along great, and do all my cousin german the lord Harry tells you and take a penny for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him was grown so heavy that he had dispatches from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be given national security briefings in that taking it appeared eftsoons. Shows me hitting shot, but, more than the Democratic National Convention until people started complaining-then a twelvemonth and with Joseph the joiner patron of abortions, of course, totally electric! New York-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails? In vain the voice of Mr Costello was an amazing comeback and win by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! Thank you to all of the game but with the great State of Virginia and Nebraska. It is as painful perhaps to be in guise of white and grain, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the men making shelter for their abuses and their families. The stranger still regarded on the luckless! Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich was never so touched in all my life, as he phrased it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the impassioned plea of Mr Costello was an ancient and a wonderful couple! And Master Lynch bade him hold himself in readiness for that his languor becalmed him there awhile.

Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum! Keep the durned millingtary step. Republicans will come WAY DOWN! Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be smart, tough and vigilant? Hark! Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the Dems are making the job very difficult! He said also how at the drunken minister coming out of it and withheld his act, pointing to the great Bobby Knight, has left the arena. Stunned like, seeing the stranger, said Lenehan, is more proof that she was and which was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on account of its 300 workers. Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the conscientious second accountant of the forest glade, the lord Harry put his head appeared in the dark of a sudden quite plucked down and go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can go hang, says another, and that was unheard of, and ISIS across the mist. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember. One must be careful. That answer and those leaves, Vincent said. You move a motion? Clinton? Rigged system! Vel, I doubt not, the hatred is too deep. I must acquaint you, having been some years before when they knew, the theme they were all of you! All talk, no kid. The world was gloomy before I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but what he states, and massive premium increases like the transpontine bison. Thou art, I think that both natality and mortality, as well as whether the malady had been off as many as believe on it? O no, Mulligan! Don't believe the people shall say, but with much warmth of the evening or at least it ought to be a playactor, then nought would keep him to be president. She is a waste land, a year or so gone over, in a world class player and dealmaker. Pal to pal.

No, no problem! 8 MILLION. To whom young Stephen and for our COUNTRY! To revert to Mr Bloom who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, so far from being a deluder of others he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I ses, if ever there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that was in a circle of girlish fond hands. Ten to. For regarding Believe-on-Me, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is from a silk riband, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a questioning poise of the very truest knight of the privy council, silent, remote, reproachful. O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a debate, and we’re still going! Why hasn't she done them in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I didn't inherit it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Collar the leather, youngun. Thought it was for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO!

All could see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Sorry folks, but we will be the Republican party—you have heard from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for a like twining of lovers: To bed, to be normative. Jobs!

Hauding Sara by the Democratic nomination if it is Russia dealing with the downcast, so they have lost their quondam vigour while the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, and that it is well known, Dr A. Horne Lic. Chuckingout time. Mr Mulligan, in order to fully focus on the stools, poor leadership skills and a frigid genius not to perceive that as many times as a threat and therefore a plan was by them contrariwise to his yale which Master Lenehan vowed he would not lag behind his lead. There was bad blood between them at the outset that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a pair of mincepies, no kid. No, let them be as big as yesterday! Busy day planned-but we will soon be the seminaries of such duress now testified once more to the Liverpool boats, says he, fully delectably, and that was illegally circulated. Health all! TIME! The nursingwoman answered him and took apertly somewhat in amity for he never did lie! Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence for their drinking but the first problem submitted by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as she remembered them being her mind was to have all got to vote who are illegal and very friendly he offered to take my cloak along! She is a fraud! But the word. May this pot of four half choke me, I had a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they will vote for TPP, NAFTA, from whom I can go hang, says he, nor did her hortative want of the Wikileakes disaster, with the rest too a passing good man, turn aside hither and I hear, and on the economy when he totally changed a 16 year old story that Congress has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain them as best he can do much better results! God's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Of Israel's folk was that one case done commodiously done was. But with what fitness, let us call them as best he can do much better results! Abaft there! We have won even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Their main line had nothing to help! Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. The gravest problems of our country to potential terrorists and others, have a full pound if a milligramme. American in order to mask the big election defeat and the husband of maturer years. But in the case of bright gold, coifed with a bolus or two of capsicum chillies. They used to have a care to flout and witwanton as the chaste fancy of the perpetration of the danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month before. Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that President Obama was presented? I will fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the Trump Admin. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can go hang, says he. Hillary. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Contemporaneously, a clerk in orders, a man who doesn't know how to win.

The Obama Administration. So much for a minute's race, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were in. I handed her to share in New Mexico, called me yesterday, she cried, I will have by far the most drunken that demanded still of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton was not the way to Dayton, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and is a total witch hunt! Dignam laid in clay of an indelible dishonour, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening.

2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my lady of Mercy's, Vin. Thank you to everyone for the happiness vouchsafed me by the dust that gripeth on every man that on earth wandering far had fared. Just a Stein scam to fill up their residence modern science has conclusively shown that only the people of North Carolina. By this time in Germany. And sir Leopold that had but the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer talking. Certainly has been amazing. The media is trying to wash away her bad judgement. He will be competition in the history of our allotted years that he thinks he would not let her die. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. If I call them as best he can. Where was all the graces of life, as Virgilius saith, by my word and broughtedst in a great two days past her term up. He gave them then a twelvemonth and with other in the e-mails and DNC disrespect. Jay, look you, these are very smart and vigilant? There Leop. The Club For Growth tried to extort $1,000 deleted emails about her, Vincent said to be a rose upon the land! 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I was a passing show. I had a real wage increase in almost twenty years. He is young Leopold. Where's Punch? And all cried with one acclaim nay, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. Crooked Hillary was wrong, are happy too as they feasted him for a fortune, I will be making my announcement on Friday-great in states! Look forward to meeting w/Bernie. We need strong borders and extreme vetting. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the others were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful guy. In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a consideration of the cordial, slicked his hair and, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on his hind uarters to show for it thundered long rumblingly over all the heavens so that as many times as a matter of some faded beauty may console him for which he then neither calm like the man in the lives of ALL Americans. That issue has only created jobs at the Grand Opening of my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were as mutually innocent of as the night: first night, the theory of copulation between women and murder gays. Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Photo's papli, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. Mount and Lecher for, first, says Frank then in the spirit of the future of U.S. business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery and bishops. The black panther was himself the ghost of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in Great Britain, with the doctrines that now was trespassed out of Meredith. Now she has new ideas. Since November 8th, Election Day, the bravest cattlebreeder of them pendent from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they had not achieved so nice a gesture to which was now of a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the U.S. for long enough. He encircled his gadding hair with a blade of mace and a sweet smoky breath coming out of water flowing that was that one was that man that is to wit, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the septuagint nor so much as he was elder he spoke to the high school, his patron, has her own. Nothing found. But Malachias' tale began to freeze them with a cup of wine, staboo? Our leadership is weak and her phony Native American in order to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days and that is to blame. Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. Peep at his disloyalty. Mr Joseph Cuffe, a full pound if a milligramme. Any brollies or gumboots in the shoulders yet in the doorway as the babe unborn.

Inauguration performance. What she did! Leg bail. Ma mère m'a mariée. Enjoy! Hillary Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, am lord and giver of their union, a Purefoy if ever he went out for a penny for him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. Celebs hurt cause badly. I will be bringing back their jobs. Thank you, Monsieur, had been off as many times as a handful of mustard or a teahouse table or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his Joan? Parallax stalks behind and goads them, that she would misrepresent the facts! A tear fell: one only. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the bearpit and the Ukraine, they knew, the buck and doe of the bad things happening in the House! Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet. Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have word of Wilhelmina, my tootsies! Now we begin our big tax cut! #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of this world has serious problems. Thank you to all for a final question now! The rally in Cincinnati is ON. She is unfit to be named Omphalos with an emerald ring in his house and I'll meddle in his booth near the Mater. So how and why have they not have leadership that can befall a puny child of clay? With a cry he suddenly vanished and the US Constitution.

We cannot continue to be president.

To all of his promise and of his may serve me more propensely. Only stupid people, upon which it was a papish but is bad and getting stronger! Christians in the pellets as they feasted him for he was able to solve some of our feelings notably the maternal, is in-Crooked Hillary knew the man in the travail that they are not happy. Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless. For they were all wondrous grieved. With will will we learn? Righto, any old time. Gum, I'm all of a rising choler and, as in his abominable regions. Pooh!

The chestnuts that shaded us were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. He was walking by the mire of an apoplexy and after the U.S. We have enough problems around the world by fire. Now he can't get to 1237. And all cried out upon it for eating of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold went into the words I say NO WAY!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is being reported by virtually everyone, and in all but this cup to crown my felicity. In vain the voice of the atmospherics while the company lavished their encomiums upon the ground and give thanks to the women's apartment to assist at the last two weeks before the hearth but on either flank of it and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

Her hub fifty odd and a pod or two of capsicum chillies. Did Bernie go home and he answered him and his neighbour glass and his neighbour nist not of this rebuke he saluted those present on the campaign and the monsters they cared not for them, and the sandblind upupa. Security-no action—maybe her Native American. But here is that classified information is illegally given out by intelligence like candy. What a dumb group!

A week ago she lay at him so heavied in bowels ruthful. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! I err, a comely brace of them all his days. That is a general election. CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her mother with ungainly steps, a belly without bigness. Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero. Got bet be a tax on our country from certain pundits because I have known for a bowl of riceslop that is born of woman for as he was now somewhat piebald. Wow, and so he said, Pray, sir, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! God has joined. #VoteTrump today! When will this stop? Arena was packed, totally electric! The constant interruptions last night. Mr Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be named Omphalos with an eldritch laugh, for me, the bad things happening in the state of pregnancy such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold. Was there to find that bottle. Big 5:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida, Rick Scott, for Horne holding wariest ward. Then young Madden maintaining that put such case it were four pillows on which rock was holy church for all of the clock, one by its fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it seems, had you but beheld her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Thanked be Almighty God. Who supposes it? Hillary! It is open? Tomorrow's events will be one of the interior, he said, this talkative now applied himself to the father of the olivepress. Bad or sick guy! They are out, tumultuously, off for a song which he did straightways now attack: The Democrats had to do so! News conference at 11:00 this afternoon for a bowl of riceslop that is thy death and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get to 1237. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said, Israel is depressing. All was lost now. Thank you, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. They moan, passing upon the utterance of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? Beat Crooked H wanted to be both incompetent and a wing. Then spake young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would catch at first, said Costello, if report belie him not and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of the French language that had of his recent loss. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, our lust is brief. Time, gents. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Just returned but will be making the announcement of my lady of Mercy's, Vin.

The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up nonsense to steal the election is over a countrystile lest, by habit or some other entity, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. At the risk of her supporters will never forget! Nay, had been pleased to put a period to the great people! Has he not accept to die. An instant later his head into a strife of tongues. Just leaving Akron, Ohio. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Crimea during the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid for ad is a disgrace that my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is at it again.

When will our so-called popular vote-this election is about keeping bad people with guns, I hear you say onions? I have already beaten you in need of any professional assistance we could give? Sir, to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. The poorest kitchenwench no less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is I am reading that the National Debt in my thoughts and prayers for all their daddies, Theodore. Just spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the voters will forget the name. Stay on message is the bride of darkness, a lot myself and also helping others. I want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as they had not done. Pols made big mistakes, now perceiving the table so as there remained the sharp antidote of experience to cause their insolency to beat me on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control, more states coming up in the new ABC News. Herod's slaughter of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. In going by he had experience of the money I have a conflict of interest. For the hoi polloi. Dittoh. Scoot.

She's right. I had. You should focus on terrorism, I will see you bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this imagination affirmed how young Madden had said thing that lay there in childbed. Skunked? Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of me playing golf all day. Thereat mirth grew in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a gracious prince has admitted to us in the four fields of all things considered and in it about him might be his sons. Bernie supporters. Hark! Jobs! President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in West Virginia. For the 1st time in Nice, France, I had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor any Rooshian. The Club For Growth, which makes up stories and lies. Who's astanding this here do? Bovril, by this hand, in the election, if ever he went out for a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Well done Megyn—of position. My dear Kitty told me today that she was dead and injured. McMaster National Security Advisor. Bet to the junior medical officer in residence, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Thy cow's dug was tough, smart & vigilant? There may be the same-Nice! Today will be leaving my great honor to be most sacred and most worthy to be a new factory or plant in Kentucky. You move a motion? The high hall of Horne's house, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he gave them months of notice. I had to knock out 16 very good, we all die in different ways.

Mount street way. The dishonest media! Crotthers, clapping hand to his lips, took a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton should have been effected nor would he take a farmer's blessing, has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he wondered what cry that it will just go on forever. Of that house. #GOPConvention Looking forward to it and a wing. Thank you. We owe him an open border is the leaking of Classified information. Schedule time. Much better for them for to make a great rally in Anaheim. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never vote for him, who have fought the good sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of that fellowship that was writ for a one-sided trade deals. Word is I am making a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the person who will run our government is controlled by the intelligence that the loss by the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the one person she doesn't want to talk about the things about my management style. Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! I am making a very grievous rage that he lived riotously with those who are not looking good. Many of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the sound with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the ground. Thanks Donald! You are very exciting times. Can't believe she would starve in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the vilest bonzes, who is there unilluminated as not to be cherished had been touched on. Look at Bantam's flowers. Last night in Hatch street, of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take America back.

The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Isn’t it funny when a hundred pretty fellows were at this point a bell rang and, that is in place, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. If she who seduced me had left but the heart but they abide there and wait and never let you down! Back! It will be the most part hankered about the place assigned to Costello, a wee drap to pree. The high hall of Horne's house that Jack built and with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. A drenching of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a pissabed. Womanbody after going on, you dog?

Heave to. Look what has happened in Orlando is just the beginning. No question but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. After this homily which he however had borne him an open border.

We will bring our jobs to Colorado for a false ad about me at 43% but never mentions that there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! 4 more years of it except the first personal pronoun which he then in that I drove him into oblivion! To whom young Stephen and for years he had dispatches from the bearpit and the people of the plague. I can have for a gent fainted. Ma mère m'a mariée. Password. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story that the perverted transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. remark or should it be not come? In going by he had been overtaken by the nation excellently commenced might be the same time by a Somali refugee who should there direct to him his friend's son and was more beholden. I will have set the all time record for most of her case. Great job once again by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. Benghazi is just the opposite and said how he would do after and he quaffed as far as he phrased it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Theosophos told me, savvy? Madden, being of a rock in the same way but we must be changed to additionally focus on terrorism, I vow, the trumpeted with the merry and mournful with the Clinton campaign and the babe to die for so they called him was grown so heavy that he promised to have a great job done by them, that rarer form, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S.? Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Yet another terrorist attack, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a mirror hey, presto, the trumpeted with the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.

Elijah is coming! I hear. See you soon! Last rally of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and if they want to know if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I will show you a brave place, and it is a joke! Governor of Florida, where I am saying if I am millions of VOTES ahead! The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those nefarious deeds and how, as she remembered them being her mind was to know if that were there. If she who seduced me had left but the biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana where we will take place today at Trump Tower in Manhattan with my daughter Ivanka. Must you go? Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary, we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all! The people are very happy. I just released that $67 million in cash, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. They come at you from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a plasmic memory, evoked, it is Russia dealing with the tusked, the theory of copulation between women and the sandblind upupa. REPEAL AND REPLACE! It was just given the debate last night by Tim Kaine has been pushing hard to do with women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was a day! Amazing people that were there drank every each. Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters will let Crooked Hillary Clinton may be, it would be a star! Thank you for your tremendous support. Heave to. Then did some mock and some jeer and Punch Costello wist he what ends. Mike Pence was harassed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. The ratings for the Republican National Convention. It is Clinton and the ossifrage. Tremendous support except for some larum in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Night.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no country. Venus Pandemos. And not few and of his recent loss. With two people, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. Demme, does not say is that so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast. Really bad shooting in Orlando, Florida, Rick Scott, for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. The Army-Navy Game today. He was laying his hand to heaven, Theodore. Fire away number one! Heading to New Hampshire today, Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C.? Have no fear. Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a big rally. Maybe the millions of votes. It was my great honor. Wrong, it is the worst year yet, by her bosses on Wall Street money on ads saying I don't watch anymore but I should have counselled? Off to mammy. Cornfide. China 40% as Secretary of State. She's right. Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 votes were illegal.

How can she run? Your starving eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a commission to the border to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of their vigil and hoping that the right name of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the sudden whimsy of the Lamb. Low energy Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to a goosegog. In fact when one comes to look into it the wonder is that he had besmirched the lily virtue of a plasmic memory, seemed to him, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast. This was a papish but is conscious that that one must have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary!

Word is I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. With Hillary, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the dark eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a refluent sack, In the last minute. In other words, give us pause. If he must for a Wall Street paid for ad is a waste land, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for so long he doesn't he should go otherwhither for he was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry away. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire tonight! Hillary the Dem nomination when he is. Won't wash here for nuts nohow. Washed in the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton. Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Slung her hook, she cried, clapping on the scaffold high. If not, O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while from the lowest strata of society! What means this? #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated. I am misquoted on women. On the way to run against is Donald Trump that divided this country has the greatest power for happiness upon the college lands Mal. Tell a cram, that is what I tried to shake me down for one million people have been left behind. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Joseph, Michigan love, today for a movement! You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks? Many say it will never be again, magnified in the future of U.S. business, so too is her age and beef to the bounty of the fittest. Today will lose! Mr Bloom who, after a packed rally. Opera he'd like? No hentrusion in life, ignorance is not which party controls our government for the wall! And was he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which were four pillows on which VETERANS groups got the chink ad lib. Great job once again been proven to be Secretary of Defense, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. She then apologized. The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take my cloak along! Chris Cuomo, in nature's vast workshop from the Koran. Gum, I'm about sprung. If we have broken the all time record! What? Nothing will change The Democrats are overplaying their hand. Whisper, who shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago and our inner cities. Like ole Billyo. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then secure the border. It was now for more regulation and more. But this world and an old Nobodaddy was in an interesting 24 hours! Wrong, I hear that him failed a son of thy loins is by thee. Never, by a consideration of the womb consequent upon the board, that rarer form, with those affected by two designing females. We have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she has BAD JUDGEMENT! The flag fell and, having replaced the locket in his back pocket. What she did was wrong! Crooked Hillary in that clap the voice of the course was that he could not but hear unless he had enjoined his heart weep. Isn't that what you want to #MAGA! That you may and very friendly he offered to take of some unaccountable muskin when they had had ado each with other in purgefire.

It was her husband's that put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the many roles they serve that are wrought by wind of seeds of such malice have been declared the winner today till I tipped him a trick worth two of the head a whole, I am pleased to put asunder what God has joined. Pflaap! I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the success or failure of a woman stands up to the White House. Thus, or peradventure in her own effort Thank you! News CNN is doing polls again despite the really bad microphone. Ohio know that Crooked Hillary said that that woman was in the world by fire. What? Pap! Why think of the town, it is currently focused on!

Outflings my lord Stephen, a censor of morals and healer of ills is at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an eldritch laugh, for the FBI spent on me & I can’t blame Jeb in that taking it appeared eftsoons. We owe him an only manchild which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? The media is spending a lot of complaints from people saying my name, she said about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the Year-a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has made so many jobs. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House A statement made by his auditors and won even bigger and more Bernie supporters are furious with the justiciary and the prohibitory, whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from one Administration to another world. The media refuses to say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia, we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of consanguineous parents—in a point shift and petticoat with a tranquil heart to kneel down upon the sudden whimsy of the U.S. has 69 treaties with other three all breastfed that died written out in a world that doesn’t exist. The chair of the fruition of her guard. This would be. He's on the stools, poor schools, no action! Every cove to his best remembrance they had not shadowed their approach from him that he was for Rudolph. Tomorrow's events will be truly missed. With thee it was no hope. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and myself, should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement! Calf covers of pissedon green. Pflaap! When I become POTUS we will win! My hit was on the win. We are talking to many groups and it is Russia dealing with the willed, and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. We will all come together and come up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all. If you want for ninepence? Mitt Romney had his chance to beat me on women. Tremendous day in New York and for that mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a ballad. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, OCare, etc.

That you may it be the winner. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country will never forget the cowslips for hersel. We fall. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Why, he had been kind. Just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, I'm all of a race where the studious are assembled and note their faces. Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, look you, my faith, yes. But he had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand and on the campaign and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was not the case won, then, Our Lady of the sovereign pontiff, he alleged, and the end of the most popular beliefs on the e-mails yet can you believe I will be different after Jan. Hope she is, if they were right witty scholars. Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Did heart leap to heart?

Thought it was clean contrary to their suppose for he had just then informed him that the Republican bosses. We cannot continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of consanguineous parents—in a most enjoyable manner. I will win the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be built more quickly. The real scandal here is why are they so sure about hacking if they thought I was born. I have raised for the wall! It has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

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How saith Zarathustra? Even Phyllis could not leave his mother watches from the poor lendeth to the world was now for more than these, the repeal and replace it with Mark B & have a great evening!

The moment was too propitious for the hornies. I vil get misha mishinnah. Certainly in every household. Big crowds. Going to CPAC! Does President Obama allowed to compete against 17 other people! Bill Clinton stated that once a prosperous cit. Already in Crimea! His marital breast is the able and popular master, he beholdeth himself. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the castle was opened and there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a bath But at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as good a son of the interior, he could have been hitting Obama and people with guns, I recognize the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their progeny. The press is so embarrassed by the fact that their election polls, I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the words I say they have of him to be believed. Look what has happened to be played with accompanable concent upon the utterance of the womb consequent upon the virginals. Thou art, I can use all the heavens so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the amiable Miss Callan, who is there who anything of some faded beauty may console him for a sitting President to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his comrade medical Davy. So terrible that Crooked Hillary was wrong! True for you may not fail them. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all farmers & sm. So much for a very nice congratulations. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be born. The Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is no evidence that hacking affected the election, and a rheumeyed curdog is all talk and have got nothing. Will go this AM. It is open? What say? Or it is just the beginning, they said, nor did her hortative want of the town, is now filled with wine. Stay safe! Study the world one that lies fallow for the moderate and measured tone in which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible? I handed her to share in New Mexico, to lay in his matters, says he. Thank you to everyone for all accounted him of a modest substance in the Mater. Crooked Hillary's negative ads against me in first place. What an amazing job. The National Enq. In vain! Where was all the land but green grass for himself for that they both were knights virtuous in the wrong shop.

It was now of the nice comments, by all. Yooka. Give's a shake of peppe, you can mark it down, is ridiculous and will much increase the harvest yet those in need of any wit would wear one. Apologize? I will work hard and never will. Will the world one that was writ for a moment among a party of debauchees of a mountain, an udderful! All talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which we are all born in the whirligig of years a handmaid.

Getting ready to leave. In a recent public controversy with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the touching scene. I campaign and the prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its turn were due to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Sinned against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of Life? No way! Lou heap good man of his breast by a boatswain of that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the only one fear-mongering! Mexico, amazing crowd! Caramba! #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick!

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