#half of the cast died in the first season alone

[lomotunes2008]

I had a dream about a show called "I convinced my friends that my genetically modified baby could cure their vision problems" and it was about a group of Vocaloids in an underground bunker who were either friends with eachother or would constantly commit domestic terrorism and war crimes

[sharkneto]

So. Season 4.

Let’s start with the good. In no particular order -

The road trip. Loved the energy of them all together again and suffering mildly and looking terrible. I appreciate we didn’t waste a bunch of time with them without their powers.

Gene and Jean were great. Loved their energy, the right level of weird. Nick Offerman and Megan Mullally were perfectly cast for the roles.

Liked the idea of the Keepers, the consequence of all the timeline meddling leaking through.

Loved the concept of the subway-between-timelines. That aesthetic slaps for the map alone.

 The Truman Show Christmas Town. They nailed the creepy energy, I liked how ridiculously well-armed it was, I liked that they all died badly, I liked that the Umbrellas got to flex their powers. Diego’s flipping and bullet-mancy was fun, as was him cheating at the axe game to win his kids toys. Luther finally being properly bulletproof was also nice.

Ben Doc-Ock-ing around on the Horror. And the Horror dragging behind him while powers were booting back up. Silly fun.

Loved that Viktor dated and was unable to hold on to every eligible woman in Halifax. Daddy Issues strike again and again, poor guy.

It makes no sense for the level of tech in the show, but I did laugh at Ben being a Crypto Bro. That is the exact way in which his personality sucks.

Jerome and Nancy. If they had left Diego being suspicious of Lila seeing that “little Greek guy” as a “haha it’s just Five!” joke, it is very funny. But they didn’t. Alas.

I didn’t hate the ending! I will always think redemption through living is a better and more powerful conclusion, but them all dying to save the world because they’re the force causing repeat apocalypses was always on the table as an option. I thought they did a good job hitting emotions, them all snarking together until the end felt in character and heartfelt; if other writing choices didn’t happen before it, I think they could have really stuck that landing. I thought the easter eggs of characters from earlier seasons was fun, I hope the Handler still sucks as a regular person.

Overall, I was vibing for the first four episodes. Was it perfect? No. It was never going to be, but I could overlook the usual UA cringe and plotholes because my favorite guys were back on the screen and having good character moments together and fumbling along to save the world. I don’t usually care about spoilers, but I worked hard to avoid S4 spoilers specifically because I didn’t want expectations. The show was going to do what it was going to do, and I didn’t want to judge it for things it was never going to be. And that strat worked well for the first half of the season! It was on par with S3, which I’m an apologist for – had stuff I liked and stuff I was going to be happy to ignore, but overall we’re having a good time! My favorite dysfunctional family is here, I had missed them!

Then Ep5 hit. And we’re onto the problems and things I would change (under the cut --)

The biggest problem of the season is that the pacing was wack, in both an internal time-frame and technical-writing frame.

Internally, media for some reason has no idea how long a year is. Some of the Hargreeves’ problems at the beginning of the season would have worked much better if we were jumping in at year two or three of being in the new timeline, six years is a long time. Diego and Lila’s growing pains at being parents and living a domestic life, how to balance having kids makes more sense to be at this point. And the first couple years of adapting to no-powers-new-universe is way more interesting that hopping in once they’re all settled into mostly-sad patterns (which is in character for them all, they’re disasters). Why not an opening montage of them in their active struggle? Why are we picking up six years later? Unfortunately, because of Ep5, it does feel like the whole point of such a long time jump was to get Five’s body to a legal age and not just so Aidan wouldn’t have to pretend he’s physically a teen anymore (even though we have 30-year-olds playing teens all over other TV shows).

From a technical writing standpoint, for a show that only has six episodes to bring about a satisfying conclusion to a plot as convoluted and bonkers as UA has, they squandered Episode 5. The first four episodes we were moving along, finding plot points, getting Umbrellas in position to move things forward, and then Ep5 hits and is anyone except Viktor and Ben doing something for the plot??? The show is at its strongest with the Umbrellas are together, and it went out of its way to split them up. I also usually love character time, but we had no time to spare! We spend most of the episode either with Five and Lila in the subway, or with Klaus in the world’s most fucked-up situation. And neither do anything to build meaningfully towards the final episode! A weird choice to have your show screech to a halt in its penultimate episode.

Usually, Klaus’ side adventures loop in some important detail that pushes things forward in an unexpected way – he destroys Hazel and ChaCha’s briefcase because of Vietnam, he finds the Kugelblitz, he puts Reggie in position to use Oblivion. This time? He’s getting used and abused by a gang and buried alive to be reunited with Allison so that we… gain nothing? Except Klaus and Allison have made up from their fight? Why did I have to watch Klaus get possessed and fucked for that to happen? Why did they do that to him and me. I don’t mind angst and the incredible fucked-up situations, but it has to be earned and the story didn’t gain anything from it. Klaus just had a horrific time because that’s what he gets, I guess.

And now we get to Five and Lila. Five and Lila, Five and Lila, Five and Lila. The thing is – I don’t hate the idea of them. Obviously, it’s not anything I was ever going to ship on my own, but if they’re going to do it, I can see how and why. They even set it up in a way that I go “yeah I get it.” The thing is, after setting it up, they completely forgot what makes either character themselves or compelling so that they could be shoehorned into Cottagecore Bliss in the greenhouse and the most boring romance possible. If we're committed to doing this, I wish they’d had a weird trauma-bonded relationship in the rat pits of the subway, I would have understood that. Supported it even, tbh. Let them be weird and feral together, yelling and emoting at each other over eastbound vs westbound trains. Instead, Five, who for the past three seasons has been driven by his need to save his family, is happy to delay returning and give up on them to keep very quietly playing house with Lila. What the fuck. Lila, who cannot handle domestic life with Diego and her three children, can handle being a housewife with Five and wear soft sweaters and dresses. They didn’t try to kill each other once! I said way back after S3 aired that I didn’t like Lila’s pregnancy plot because it was going to tie her down in weird ways, and lo and behold! UA writers cannot write women, and it sucks that Lila was yet another casualty of that.

And then the whole thing shafts Diego. I know Diego and Lila don’t have a particularly healthy relationship, but he’s an Umbrella and Lila’s mom is the Handler. I think they do pretty well for what they’re working with, they have a fun chemistry, and it seemed (before this season) they really loved each other. Why did Steve write them off instead of letting their arc be them falling back in love (well, I guess that was Diego’s arc. Wasn’t Lila’s)? Now the three of them get to spend the final episode of the entire show in an unhappy, unnecessary love triangle instead of us getting to watch the Umbrella Academy fully join together to save the world one last time.

After all of that, the rest of my complaints feel like small potatoes. Why don’t we do another numbered list to round out this essay. In no particular order –

It sucks Ben was the plot driver of the season and then doesn’t even get to die with his family, just melted and turned into mindless Cleanse Goo. I was excited for him to get to do more, was excited for a payoff for Viktor trying to return the favor of Umbrella Ben sacrificing himself for him. I wish the Cleanse was more squiddy because it was made out of the two squiddiest characters.

UA has gotten more and more flexible with powers as the seasons have gone, but I straight up do not know what Allison’s power was at the end. Was she telekinetic? Was she Rumoring reality? Why did we have to use that to graphically crush a man’s balls in front of Claire? I liked that the powers got an upgrade and a twist, for the most part, but that only works if we know what they are. Lila has laser eyes and I thought that was it until they needed her to mimic powers again in the last episode. Five can’t blink anymore because he now just goes to the subway (still an aesthetic that is cool, and a cool way to have it tied in a different way to time), unless he’s doing it with Lila? Viktor just has energy now, I guess, sound doesn’t seem to be part of it.

Abigail. I did not fully follow what her motivation was. I wanted her to be comically evil, worse than Reggie, but – again- UA writers can’t write women so I guess she was just a good guy benevolently taking skin suits so she could get the world to end to save the world. Boring. Reggie also should have recognized his wife even if she was wearing Gene and kissed Nick Offerman.

Why didn’t Five have a reaction to his Apocalypse? He had PTSD flashbacks in S1! He was trapped there for four decades! It’s been six years but it’s not like he was working on his mental health during that time. No reaction???? Don’t even get me started on Delores and his “Good thing I’ve never been married” comment.

I’m not usually for fan service, but it felt like the season was actively trying to avoid fan service. Was Gene and Jean’s dance really the only dance party of the season? Five doesn’t have a single fight scene to fun music? Five doesn’t kill anyone all season??? What the fuck.

I wish the Fives in the Five Diner were Sean Sullivan. Bring back Old Five, why would Five fuck up his jump back in every timeline.

The gratuitous fat shaming. It’s always been bad with Luther, but absolutely ridiculous the comments made about Diego.

I don’t particularly like Sloane but where the fuck was Sloane. And I hope Ray not being in the show was a scheduling conflict, because that was tragic that he off-screen left Allison with no further explanation or context. Didn’t feel very Ray.  

A lot of character arcs from over the whole show stagnate or go backwards. Luther is back at the Academy after working to build his own identity. Klaus I guess has to be on drugs if he has his powers. I don’t know what’s going on with Allison and Claire’s relationship – it seems bad at the beginning but just sort of fixes itself when they go rescue Klaus? Diego tries to have an arc to understand how much good he has with his family, but the writers won’t let Lila be part of that. Don't get me started on Five.

I wish the writing team cared enough to actually know the characters. Luther’s powers aren’t tied to him being gorilla’d – that was a separate event, why would the marigolds re-gorilla him. Lila likes bracelets, one of the very first things she did in the show was take and keep the one Diego made. It’s little things, but they go a long way in making us know the creative team cares, rather than just jerking around these characters because they have an idea the think is funny or shocking and requires characters to go against their established personalities and motivations to pull off.

Overall – it was fine, which is not the energy you want when finishing one of the most popular shows on one of the biggest streaming platforms. I get why people are upset, I get a lot of mourning is happening, but I hope we can find a spot where we can enjoy what we have and play in the space again.

It was always going to be a rough goodbye. This show, as cliché as it is, changed my life. I started writing because of it. I’ve made some incredible friends because of it. It helped me figure out I was trans, because of Elliot Page. I’m going to miss it. I’m going to keep hanging around here having fun with the characters, but I’ll miss the fandom, too, as people move on to whatever the next new thing is.

It's been a ride, everyone!

[uncaught-coolfish]

Fuck it I guess I'll go first.

Why oh fucking WHY was the Ever After not the fucking AFTERLIFE!!!! Seriously, this would have been so perfect as a fucking arc not only for Ruby and her team encountering the people who had died along the way while helping them grow. Since you know when good ol' MKEK, aka. "We can't write for shit." did say Volume nine was about growth until they double baked for one of the most poorly written depictions of mental health ever. This was so bad that it made Thirteen Reasons Why look good! Yeah I went there!!!

The amount of missed opportunities that was there we could have seen Penny explaining to Ruby why she had to die in order for Winter to get the Maiden Powers proclaiming that it was more suited for her rather than herself.

Weiss reuniting with her grandfather and even standing up to her father again along with her antecedents and descendants that she is her own person now and reinforces it by showing Jacques why he was never worthy of holding up the Schnee title.

A final showdown between Blake and Adam with the inclusion of Spirit Sun (since in Before the Dawn, he said he saw visions of a tree. Pertaining to Yggdrasil which I am calling it that since in Volume nine it was only called the Tree and that was it.) with blake promising that she will try to make humans and faunus try to understand and come together in her own way if she must. While Sienna Khan and the other faunus murdered by humans or anti-faunus rights activists all place the future of the Faunus on both hers and Suns shoulders.

Yang learning from people from Taiyangs bloodline how to control her anger so much so that she even admits that she isnt perfect to Blake and tells her to find someone that will love her more than she. Alluding to Sun as he was there more for her than Yang was, which the two agree in a platonic manner.

Oh and the fact we could get to see a mix of Ancient Remnant peeps, Afterans and even mythological creatures (respectfully since they NEARLY shat the bucket there) Oh and the BIGGEST ONE OF THEM ALL .

RUBY MEETING SUMMER ROSE

Sweet Jesus even up the stakes a little by having their souls fall apart as they travel across the Ever-After in a Race Against Time Arc but at the same time we see their semblances Evolve and Grow against the main villain the Red Queen (Not the Red Prince since I like to think he is cared for by the Curious Cat) and the Curious Cat not being some stupid twist villain again but this time someone who was created by the God of Darkness as one of the only "good" creations he had seen. and at the end the Tree of Yggdrasil gives Ruby and Co.... the biggest question to be answered right in front of them.

A WAY TO BEAT SALEM

Like holy SWEET MOSES it is so easy to do a Journey through the Afterlife Arc while giving the characters more time to flesh out and help them grow.

Hot Take Assessment:

This is a really cool idea actually. Tbh I think what I would’ve done for the Ever After is keep the gang separated for longer than like. Half of the first episode.

Keep yang alone since she was the first to go down. Maybe have that connect to her backstory of being abandoned by Raven. Maybe have Blake & Ruby sticking with each other. Develop more of the bond that the two started to have in V8 bc that was really cute and I’m bummed it kind of went nowhere.

Keep Weiss alone and actually FOCUS ON HER AND DONT MAKE HER INTO COMIC RELIEF and how she deals with the fact that her entire home is just. gone. Also the fact that she was the last one standing after her friends presumably died around her.

The one thing I’d change from V8 here is that none of ORNJ falls. Not in a “Jaune gets too much screen time” way, but in a… it makes the cast less messy for this season, way.

And have Neo in the shadows chasing them around. Maybe even throw in some familiar faces, deceased or otherwise. Some purgatory like thing idk.

I might just make that a fic😧

TL;DR Ever After should’ve been a lot less Alice in Wonderland (because they somehow made wonderland boring :() and a lot more Avatar’s Swamp episode.

[coraniaid]

Literally the whole point of Buffy's arc in Season 6 is that she didn't come back wrong -- her depression, her inability to connect with her friends the way she wants to, her attraction to vampires in general and Spike in particular, the way she focuses on Slaying because it's something simple that she can excel at when she's struggling with the quotidian and unromantic aspects of her normal life, how hard she finds existing in the world now that her mother's gone and she and Dawn are alone -- these are all things that were true of Buffy before she died in The Gift. They are all things that we have seen from Buffy before, some of them going back all the way to the first season.

Spike tells Buffy that she must have "come back wrong" in Smashed because he wants to believe it -- as much as he wants her to believe it -- because it makes her more like him (and like all vampires, who really have come back wrong, "a little less human than you were"). And equally Buffy wants to believe that she "came back wrong" because it means it's not her fault she feels the way she does now. It means the emotions she's been struggling with all season are something that's been done to her by outside forces and not who she "really" is. But the show explicitly tells us (via Tara in Dead Things, who is clearly more informed than Spike here and actually does the research) that they are both incorrect: Buffy did not come back wrong in any way beyond "surfacy physical stuff". The Buffy of Season 6 is the same Buffy we've seen in the previous seasons; just cast in a new light by new circumstances and new experiences.

The Buffy of Season 5 would have struggled to cope with the reality of life after her mother's death just as much as the Buffy of Season 6. In fact, she does struggle just as much -- it's just that there's a whole world-saving Slayer mission to focus on as well, which she can use to distract herself from the sense of purposelessness she now admits to feeling ("I don't know how to live in this world if [...] everything just gets stripped away. I don't see the point") . But S6 Buffy doesn't get to have that sort of grand adventure to distract herself from the mundane. S5 Buffy gets to battle sword-wielding knights in shining armour and to fight a literal god and to make a big heroic sacrficice to save the world; S6 Buffy has to deal with the squalid reality of the Trio and paying bills and working in the Doublemeat Palace. But, underneath, she's the same person she always was. Again, that's the whole point of the story this season's telling.

We see Buffy struggle to come to terms with this in the second half of the season (including her retreat into fantasy in Normal Again) but it is something she ultimately does accept about herself. It is the entire subtext of her final speech to Dawn in Grave. Buffy admits that things have "really sucked lately" but promises Dawn that that will change; she admits to having gotten things "so wrong" and that instead of trying to protect Dawn (that is, to protect her memory of her pre-S6 self) she should be encouraging her to live and grow (to live in the world, which Buffy described in The Gift as "the hardest thing in the world"). And Dawn is explicitly a part of Buffy (the part of Buffy that exists outside of being a Slayer), so any time Buffy has this sort of conversation with her sister it is really a conversation she is having with herself. It is deliberate choice that the season ends with Buffy and Dawn climbing out of a grave together -- reenacting the events of Bargaining -- with Buffy having come to peace who with she is and her own resurrrection and seeing now how beautiful the world is.

There are a lot of characters in Buffy who come back wrong, but Buffy Summers is simply not one of them. However much she might wish that she were.

[legacieswcrp]

LORE DROP: THE PATRONS OF DIVINATION AND THE HUNT

Even after the Fallen left, StormClan's days on Tallrock were not peaceful, no matter how desperately they sought it in the wake of the war. Cedarstar, chosen to succeed Rimestar for her tactical prowess, proved to be a passive and insecure leader, her legacy a thin shadow easily dwarfed by the legends before and after her. When southern floods forced the seasonal sheep to graze further up the mountain, deep into StormClan's territory, it was not Cedarstar who would be remembered as the hero of her time, but a cleric and a warrior, honored respectively as Snowfall and Hornbreaker.

StormClan's recovery after their crimes against the Fallen was a slow and painful one. It took time for the once again isolated Clan to mend the bonds that had been so severely broken and burned in that era of violence and treachery, when Fallen friends and Clanmates alike turned on those who trusted them most, abandoned their families in the name of their ideals. Many among the Clan, including Cedarstar herself, were of Fallen descent, born in that precious window of time between Adder's crimes and the end of the war, when the Queen's Rights became a concept more familiar on the lips of the Clan than they had been in generations. Some among these were cats who suffered strange dreams haunted by Glory and his Fallen, visions of red moons and in their very bones a sorrow deeper and older than the mountains - cats who wisely kept their troubles hidden from the rest of the Clan and resigned themselves to the company of one another, or worse, to suffer alone.

Though they didn't arrive immediately after the war, when the torrential rains first started over the Tallrock territories, StormClan - and others around them - knew that there was something off about them. The downpour was relentless, slicking the mountainside with a dangerous slurry of mud and half-buried soot. The river in the lowlands broke its banks like an eager animal and all but swallowed the lowland meadows, and the familiar grazing sheep, in their northernmost greenleaf wandering, were stranded with StormClan on Tallrock.

When the first warrior died - some say he slipped from a rain-soaked ledge, others that she fell under the hooves of a panicked ewe, and others still that they were the first in a slew of greencough victims - Cedarstar knew that something needed to be done, but was at a loss for what. She had been trained to fight cats and predators, not the weather, not livestock; nobody in the Clan was prepared for this. With no other options in sight, she turned to Moonflowers.

Moonflower was an herb StormClan had discovered in their travels, an ornamental plant kept by some Twolegs. Eating the seeds in the right dose could cast one into a deep sleep, an unnatural dream. In the wrong dose, it was a deadly poison, but in times of extreme crisis, StormClan cats had used it before to directly seek StarClan's guidance, something that in those days was not otherwise possible in the absence of a Moonplace. While not quite the brazen taboo of channeling - forcing a heavenly spirit to convene with the living by ritual, altar, material sacrifice, and prayer - it was as close as most straight-laced cats dared to try, and an extreme risk regardless. On this occasion StarClan did answer Cedarstar's call and told her that the Clan would need to look south, where they could glimpse the future through a spider's eyes.

Whitestem, the younger of the Clan's two clerics, volunteered to go, bringing a small entourage of warriors with her. The other hero of this story, Houndflight, was not among them; though the two were extremely close friends - would later become mates - Houndflight was busy helping StormClan devise a means of keeping the wandering sheep away from their camp.

Whitestem's story is unclear from here, the particulars lost to history. What is known is that at the end of her journey, she found her way to a Twoleg barn where a loner named Spider lurked. Spider was strange, a tiny scrap of a cat with huge, unblinking eyes, who had built a reputation among the Twolegplace cats for reading the future i the movements of its namesake and the patterns in their webs. It was Spider's divination that guided Whitestem north once more to the flooded meadows, and it was there that she found StormClan's Moonplace, reflecting not one but dozens of gasping moons shining in rain-drawn pools all across the landscape, islands of silver light in the downpour: the Moonpools. What Whitestem experienced when she closed her eyes beside one of these pools - what she did - is a secret she carried to the grave, but the stories say that when she woke, the rain had given way to that leaf-fall's first snow.

On Tallrock, StormClan was facing stray sheep. As if the weather hadn't been bad enough, the sheep were driving out what little prey wasn't already gone from the rain. The Clan was fairly familiar with the beasts by that point, taught by the Fallen to give them a wide berth and let them do their work well before the war, but avoiding them was becoming less and less of an option. Most concerning was the ram, an ornery, dark-eyed thing that was prone to getting lost and even more prone to stamping and butting at anything - besides the ewes and dog that followed him - that moved too close, including StormClan cats. Houndflight was spearheading the counter-strategy; she was young, like Whitestem, but nothing short of a hunting prodigy. She had outpaced her mentor's hunting skills before she'd even finished her training, and seemed to understand the sheep's movements and behavioral patterns like she had known them from the day she was born. Some say this had something to do with her alleged Fallen heritage, that her gift was some part of their concealed culture. Regardless, Cedarstar had concluded early on that there was no better warrior for the job, and so Houndflight devised a plan to lure the herd to the far side of the mountain by baiting the ram.

It worked, in the end. Warriors died in the stampede, but Houndflight was like the wind, dodging ram and dog both until, when her escape routes through the herd tightened and vanished, she leapt onto the ram's shoulders and rode it over the mountain like a man on a horse. The sheep lost too, in the end, as in his furious head-tossing the ram lost sight of the mountain beneath him, slipped, and went tumbling down the rocks, dragging Houndflight with him. When the rest of the patrol finally dared to inspect, they found him dead, one horn broken and bloody at the end of a trail that led to a one-eyed Houndflight.

More romantic retellings say that Houndflight and Whitestem returned home on the same night, perhaps even at the same time. Others say each molly fretted for the other for days before their tearful reunion. Whatever the case, the ending is the same - Cedarstar honored them both in the same ceremony for their feats. Houndflight became Hornbreaker for her triumph over the ram, and Whitestem Snowfall for the break in rainfall that supposedly coincided with her moment of communion.

Hornbreaker remains StormClan's most celebrated hero. Her story is one everyone hears in the nursery, her bravery the inspiration of countless warriors since. Her legacy is as cautionary as it is aspirational, a warning against careless hunting and the cost of being a hero. Snowfall's is less celebrated, but arguably the more impactful, not only for her discovery of the Moonpool, but for her nearly exclusive part in changing the cleric tradition, separating healing from spirituality so that, in the future, pilgrimages such as hers would not come and the cost of StormClan's medical preparedness. She is credited as the first sage as well, a cat who dedicated much of her long life to teaching others about StarClan and their rites.

Today, most lucky charms and trinkets hearken back to these two cats - broken prey bones for bravery, frostbitten twigs for spiritual awareness, spider husks and antler chips for good luck, wool scraps for healthy relationships - and Hornbreaker is often invoked by pious warriors for productive hunts and success with experimental techniques. Some believe that Snowfall is the maker of prophecies, spinning omens like spider's silk from her claws. Of all of StormClan's heroes and villains, these two stand out as their brightest twin stars, likely to keep burning for even more generations to come.

[alexissara]

My Favorite Movies/TV/Anime of 2023

Going into 2023 I've done a lot more taking in art then in previous years and this section is all about the audio/visual/auditory art I've taken in this year and enjoyed. In fact it's a content and clickable top 10 list! Wow so engaging, much content, please enjoy. This is gonna be inclusive of movies, cartoons, anime, TV shows, etc because I don't engage any one of these mediums alone enough to make a nice little list, at least not this year.

These are roughly in an order by how much I enjoyed them but these are different pieces of art that hit you in different places for different reasons and no one piece of art here is like "Better" than the other. Ask me at a different hour let alone day and this list could be all scrambled.

Adolescence Of Utena

So I finally watched some Utena, I mean I watched a little but of Utena before, just a few episodes with some friends but I watched the full ass movie now so that counts for something. The anime is really artful and it's a very compelling queer coming of age story with all the messy trauma and feelings attached. It's a weird movie, a girl turns into a car, and that's amazing, 12/10, another girl can also turn into a car, we're really just living the dream here. Finally true lesbian representation is when a girl can turn into a car and I am here for it. It's a really great piece of art and I am glad to have finally got to take it in and enjoy it.

Glass Onion

So this is probably the biggest surprise on the list for folks who follow me but one of my girlfriends really loves mysteries and so a Glass Onion I did watch with her. It's super funny and fun, it's just good. The cast has good chemistry, the jokes land, the mystery has fun twists, and it's just a good experience overall.

One Piece Film Red

I am not a One Piece fan, I do not care for One Piece, It's like fine Shonen. However, this movie fucking slapped, it was a good fucking time. Uta is One Pieces best character and she should show up and take over the final arc of the manga because she is so good. The music was fucking killer with Ado slaying every single fucking song and it really just hit. Every song is so good on it's own and in it's context. It's what you want from a truly killer musical experience and every song being from "the villain" is just extra fun. The power of friendship and bounds is really great here, it's just good and well animated even if the women all have the same exact body.

Everything, Everywhere, All At Once

I finally watched this movie after all the hype had died down and well, it was worth the hype, it isn't my favorite movie of all time but it's a good movie. It's funny, amazingly acted, well shot, silly and just in general a good time. It touches on a lot of good themes of family, trauma, homophobia, expectations, and parental relationships. I think the queerness coulda been better in the movie and have complaints on how that is displayed here but I mean it was at least a little bit queer and that's more than most movies. As a former actor who really loves the craft I envy everyone involved too for getting to be in such a fun film, I can only imagine what a blast it was to see the final product of what I am sure was a ton of hard work to make something so fun.

Gundam The Witch From Mercury - Season 2 

Gundam ended on more of a whimper than a bang to me. Which is both not uncommon for a Gundam series to have a shitty ending but also not shocking given this series was given it had a much shorter run time. Regardless of me thinking this half of the anime is much weaker than the first half it still undeniably striking in it's animation, stunning visually, engaging to watch with a cast of very endearing characters to watch in the dramatic stakes of it all. The very end was not terrible but the time we spent to get to the final epilogue moments were questionable. Regardless, this show did not kill off Prospera, Chuchu, Secelia or Rouhi and they all were in a lot of these episodes so like an 8/10 cuz their all fucking brilliant and I really like Sulletta a ton too, I am just probably Mio's weakest solider among lesbians preferring my sweet little nervous lesbian settle down with a nice earthian girl or make use of her second hand to be polyamarous.

Kakegurui Twin

I never have and likely never will watch Kakegurui's main series but the twins series female focused cast and yuri energy captured my attention and so I turned it on. Wow, what a fucking ride. This over the top gambling game is Jojo's bizarre adventure, is sports anime, is card game anime, it's the raw spirit of these things radiating in the horny submissive lesbian factory and served back in animated form. The fucking faces these women get to make as they smugly battle in bounts of gambling is just so delicious and the tension they manage to put into each of these games of chance as the fucked up students try and cheat each other and win is just brilliant.

Harley Quinn 

HarIvy is a ship of all time for me, it's hard to have the concept of a show be "HarIvy comedy" and me not to at least kinda enjoy it and I enjoyed it a lot this new season. At the start of the season I wasn't click with it, it felt weird and forced for Harly and Ivy to be placed in these really binary hero and villain roles but in the end that's what it was really about. Neither of them are traditional heroes or villains and the show actually recognized that and let them trying to fit into the strict mold of the universe as an active issue for themself, their sense of self, their relationship, the world and more. From time to time they felt fairly out of character but I am just happy to see this arcs over all themes and the work they put into that.

I’m In Love With The Villainess 

While I would have rather had a tighter pace that went through the first two books of the series rather than one and some tiny jumps into the second book I'm In Love With The Villainess still managed to be one of my favorite things to watch this year with me viewing it multiple times. Rae's Isekai fantasy of being bullied by a hot rich woman and the eventual need to confront her own internalized homophobia and self pity as blocking her path to happiness are fun to see. Rae is really good in the anime adaptation and in it more than any other adaption it feels like everyone is friends and cares about each other which fits the light hearted comedy tone better than the light novels Rae will kill anyone for Clair, she has no friends mindset.

Scott Pilgrim: Takes Off

This was the biggest surprise of the year. I had grown out of Scott Pilgrim, while I was a fan of the comics before the movie was even a thing, I watched the movie before it even released, I even at some point was collecting the colored editions, I eventually soured on the series and sold everything I had of it. I wasn't excited about the anime and felt more like "let it go" then "OMG thing from when I was young" but hearing the good things I heard about it and about the Scott twist along with seeing the great animation in the OP I decided, fuck it why not give it a shot. So I did and wow, it's really good. It's a great take down, commentary, adaption, whatever it is of the original work. It is Scott Pilgrim having grown up alongside me, funnier than ever and a lot better about everything. I really loved all the changes and it still felt very true to the heart of Scott Pilgrim which is messy adults trying to fix their fucked up selves and relationships.

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

This certainly sits among my favorite anime of all time and very highly if not number one. MagiRevo mastered a light novel adaptations tempo perfecting how to make one season of what would be a nothing slow burn with no pay off at the novel and mangas pace into an exciting action packed yuri with more gay kisses in it than the rest of the years anime put together. It's funny, charming, fun but it also captures some really hard emotions too, I'll never forget the scene with Anis being pressured by old men to have children and stuff and the utter disgust she has at being treated like a piece of meat as she attempts to fill her role to the kingdom. It is devastating and heart wrenching and it just makes all the joy feel so strong.

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[justmenoworries]

My unorganized thoughts about Hazbin finale because I am feeling all the feelings.

Positives

The songs? Absolute bangers. Both of them. The Chaggie "More Than Anything" reprise got spoiled for me but I still loved it. We stan a supportive couple ready to go to war together. The reprise for "Happy Day in Hell" at the end was a nice touch. Loved that it was Lucifer who picked up the slack to cheer up Charlie. Mans finally becoming the dad who stepped up.

The battle as a whole was awesome. Hot take, but if Adam didn't have the spawn infinite enemies cheat all bad guy armies seem to have in these situations, the Hotel definitely would've won.

I'll admit, I wasn't too jazzed about Sir Pentious replacing Mimzy in the main cast but he kind of redeemed (lol) himself for me this episode. Bro was both one of the funniest and most heartwarming characters in the finale get yourself a man who can do both. The unholy (lol) noises I made when he showed up as a redeemed soul in Heaven. Good for him! He deserves the best. Also I find Sera's and Emily's reactions to the reveal kind of interesting. Emily is overjoyed seeing that Charlie's idea works, but Sera looks... mortified? Disgusted? Kinda tells us which one of these two really deserves the title of Big Good. Side note, but it's kind of funny how the only physical change a redeemed sinner goes through is that their color scheme is now pastel instead of goth.

ADAM FUCKING DIED YESSIRRRRR! GOOD RIDDANCE BITCH NO ONE WILL MISS YOUUUU (Except for Lute, but no one gives a fuck about what Lute thinks, cry harder hoe)

Charlie's and Lucifer's true formssss! Razzle and Dazzle getting to be badassss! (R.I.P. Dazzle, hope you somehow end up in Heaven too)

Alastor Vs Adam. Cool fight, surprisingly not as one-sided as one might've thought. I mean, Alastor still lost but he lasted a lot longer than most of the others who fought against Adam (Poor Sir Pen)

Vaggie and Lute rematch, I fucking called ittttt!

Seeing everyone gear up and fight for the Hotel was cool, seeing so many Exorcists get axed off was cathartic as fuck.

Lute losing a part of her body because of Vaggie, just like she took a part of Vaggie's body was *chef's kiss*.

Lucifer Vs Adam and Lucifer just... not taking the fight seriously at all until Charlie almost gets hurt. He was really just toying with Adam for the entire first half and when he started getting serious Adam got trashed so fucking quick, I love it.

Charlie fucking shanking Adam and stopping his punch Just Like That. I lover her, she's such a badass. Sure wish we could've seen more of that (foreshadowinggg)

Vox acting as the greek chorus for the events of the episode works surprisingly well. Ngl I thought his constant commentary would get annoying really fast if they kept cutting away from the action just so he can say a funny. But no, they actually managed to time it pretty well. Props to Adam Stein (writer for this episode).

The Negatives (Yes, They Exist)

The other Vees did not need to be here. Seriously, we're starting off with Vox alone in his control room and we could've stayed there. Velvette and Valentino didn't even talk for the majority of the episode. And I'm not a fan of how Val continues to be played for comedy. Unfriendly reminder that this man is a r*pist and an abuser. If you needed a V for the funnies, Velvette and Vox are quite literally right there. (Can you believe Velvette had no lines this episode but fucking Val had both a speaking role and a not insignificant part of the ending song? Weak.) You can still have the ending scene of the Vees hanging out and planning after the aborted Extermination, literally nothing changes if you cut Val and Velvette from the cutaway gags.

Not a fan of how Lucifer stole the spotlight. "But you said you liked the Adam Vs Lucifer fight-" Yeah, I did. Doesn't change that this shouldn't have been Luci's fight, it should have been Charlie's. We've had hints this whole season that Charlie is actually way stronger and wrathful than anyone thinks and that she's actively working to keep up her cheerful and friendly persona. Her stabbing Adam with her trident was a nice start, but after Lute killed Dazzle and seriously endangered Vaggie, this should've been the moment Charlie decided "Alright that's it, no more Miss Nice Girl, I didn't want this to end in bloodshed but these assholes are going down." This should've been the moment where the gloves come off. How much more impactful would it be if Charlie was the one beating down Adam but stopping before killing him? If the show made it clear Charlie could murder this asshole, but she doesn't, because she's still better than he ever will be. What a way to show that Charlie truly does believe in the good in everyone or at least still believes in non-lethal solutions to the conflict between Heaven and Hell! But nope, Charlie gets two badass moments, then is banished to the side-lines and to the role of damsel Lucifer has to save and who has to be the metaphorical angel on Lucifer's shoulder who stops him from offing Adam (for some reason). If we needed to get Lucifer involved, maybe have him show up earlier to help the Hotel but get hurt somehow, forcing and motivating Charlie to step up as the future ruler of Hell. Speaking of-

Why the fuck was Lucifer so late to the fight??? Yeah yeah, I know, depressed shut-in, but in "More Than Anything" he literally calls Charlie "the only thing worth fighting for" in Hell. He knew the Extermination was coming. Yeah, maybe Charlie didn't tell him that the trial in Heaven went south and that Adam's Exorcists were going to target the Hazbin Hotel, but you'd think he'd have noticed something was up??? More importantly, if he really wanted to support Charlie's dream of saving the sinners in Hell, why didn't he take part in the battle from the start??? Why didn't Charlie ask him to fight alongside her??? Yeah, Charlie is reluctant to ask Lucifer for anything because they don't have the best relationship, but we've had an entire fucking episode of them growing closer and Lucifer assuring Charlie he'd help her. And this wasn't just a matter of pride, Charlie's friends and her girlfriend were in danger of getting killed, you're telling me she'd choose her own hang-up over all of them??? "But if Lucifer was there, the fight would've been over too quick-" refer to the previous point. Angels can be hurt and killed by angelic weaponry, there were like over a hundred Exorcists on that battlefield and don't tell me Adam would be above fighting dirty by attacking while Lucifer is distracted. There. Easy way to take Lucifer out of the fight and make way for Charlie.

Not a fan of how Cherri Bomb x Sir Pentious was bullrushed in this last episode. Yeah, we established Pentious likes her, but Cherri had like no interest in him until Angel commented he might have two dicks. Which, I guess her being after a purely physical relationship could work, but we all know that's not what Pentious wants. Their "romance" gives "He Was a Boy She Was a Girl" vibes. Like Velvette and Valentino, nothing in the episode would've been lost if that particular plot-line was dropped.

"The future of Hell belongs to the Vees" Yeah but does it though? Does it? Sorry, but I'm having a hard time taking these three seriously as a threat. Vox got effortlessly trounced by Alastor (and contrary to what the Vees believe he isn't missing, he came back), Velvette talked a big game about fighting the Exorcists but then did absolutely nothing and Val would eat dirt so fast against anyone who can actually fight back. Plus "Overlords hanging by a thread"? Which Overlords, exactly? Alastor? He's not dead and like previously stated, he's not 'missing'. Rosie, Carmilla, Zestial and the rest of the Overlords are just fine, the Extermination was centered around the Hazbin Hotel this time, no other turf even got scratched. "Nature abhors a power vacuum" What power vacuum? Again, no Overlords even died! No territory outside the hotel was destroyed! Are they just on a high from Alastor's supposed disappearance? I hope that's it, because otherwise damn, you three fucking suck at being Overlords.

[hourglass-full-of-stars]

Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated (2010-2013)//Stranger Things (2016-)

elaboration on this post (How Stranger Things will end, how the Duffer Brothers stole the plot of scooby doo)

i’m going to type this up in an organized list so i sound like i’m making sense but:

TL;DR:

Basically, the timeline will reset. Everyone will play an essential role in defeating Vecna who is the reason for all of this. Will started the whole chain of events when he got taken into the Upside Down and survived, and survived being possessed by the MF/Vecna. It could have been anyone, but it was Will. The timeline split there and will go back to normal once Vecna dies because he is the reason for it, and killing Will will do Nothing. Stranger Things ripped the rest of this off of Scooby-Doo and I have no reason to believe they won’t take the ending, too. In Scooby Doo, once the Evil Entity (pictured) was destroyed, it reset the timeline so that it was like it never existed and only the gang remembers. I think this true for Stranger Things. It’s annoying to have more than half the cast forget the whole show ever happened, but it’s either that or they die forever if the timeline doesn’t reset. Everyone will get their happy ending after a lot of anguish, and I think that for a minute you might think that only Will and Eleven are left alive, but it’s okay because everyone comes back.

1. Evil Entity = The Mind Flayer/Vecna:

The Evil Entity (EE for short) is canonically an alien called the Anunnaki (which I’m aware are like deities in older civilizations, but i’m looking at them how they’re explained in the show). There are good and bad ones, but whatever, this is the worst one. He, first of all, looks like the Mind Flayer. Also, the vines are very reminiscent of the Upside Down--especially in season four. Second of all, lives in another dimension. However to get there, you need to get through several dimensions and there are different gates. The EE’s power source lies in the crystal sarcophagus that it was trapped in, and cannot leave the dimension until it no longer needs that power. The Mind Flayer cannot leave the Upside Down (as seen by the possession of Will Byers and how Vecna was looking to open up gates. Its power source is implied to be Vecna or the Upside Down). The EE’s goal is also to destroy and rule the world, and in a way meld his world with the real one. Also, it is said that the EE manipulated the current mystery incorporated (as well as the previous ones) to set him free. This may give insight as to why Will Byers was chosen. Perhaps Will wasn’t the first one to be taken into the Upside Down, and maybe the fact that he survived was the reason Vecna possessed him later in season two. And also why he isn’t leaving him alone. This leads into my next point:

2. Possession:

While the EE’s possession is not exactly the same as the Mind Flayer’s, there’s still enough there to be called similar to it. Mainly in physicality. It wraps its vines the same way the MF wrapped its tentacles (or whatever) around Will. Going up and around the body before literally going in the mouth ( :( ). While the EE’s form temporarily became Pericles (the parrot) before the EE took over again and made Pericles’ form part of its new corporeal form, the Mind Flayer/Vecna used Will as a way to have a corporeal form in the real world. By going through Will, he was able to gain information about what was going on (I think, season two is kind of a blur for me). Basically, both the Evil Entity and the Mind Flayer use others to gain something. As written above, maybe the reason Vecna took Will wasn’t calculated to begin with. Maybe he was trying to find someone he could use on the outside. Barb was also taken by the demogorgan, but died. So many Will was taken, but didn’t die, and it’s why Vecna still haunts him.

3. The cracks, the destruction, and the demogorgan:

This is less analyze-y and more just look at it. Shot for shot ????? The one single crack and then the BIG CRACKS. Even the far away shot ? And then the town is on fire ? Am I talking about Scooby Doo or am I talking about season four of Stranger Things? You can’t even tell. They look so similar it’s kind of creepy. The way the world breaks the same way !!! I was only going to put one of them in the post (the cracks) but then they zoomed out and it literally looked like when the four gates opened in the end of season four. The demogorgan and the other annunaki are also kind of similar. They both have weird mouths and are rather mindless and serve the bigger guy (MF, EE). They also both scream a lot. It’s just the same kinda vibe of evil foot soldier. 

4. The Gates:

This hadn’t even occurred to me until right now. Vecna killed four people and opened four gates to get into this world, right? Four chimes, the clock, all that. The planispheric disk showed the gang the location of four keys, four keys to open four gates to get to the Evil Entity dimension (the last dimension). There were even tunnels that were being dug to find where the first door was, just like in season two.  There were four gates in ST, and there were four gates in SD. Both eventually led to the destruction of their town, and perhaps the world as they knew it. Instead of the four gates being caused by the four deaths, they were connected to the elements. But the same number, and the same outcome, makes me think it will eventually lead to the same ending. 

5. The signs

I may add the pictures for this in a reblog as I refuse to update to the new post editor on browser. They show the sign of “Welcome to Hawkins” a few times, including one time in season three when it was defaced to make it say “Welcome to Hawkins Hell.” In Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated, the ever present sign of their town always reads “Crystal Cove: The Most Hauntedest Place on Earth.” But when the timeline resets the sign changes to “Crystal Cove: The Sunniest Place on Earth.” The destruction of the EE threw everyone into a timeline where the EE never existed, and therefore everything the Evil Entity ever touched never happened. The signs were not the only thing that changed because of the timeline, but it is a stark parallel between the two. And now we talk about...

6. Timelines and lack thereof because my god

In Scooby Doo, once the Evil Entity was defeated, it was like it was never existed. So, not only did the signs change, but everything changed. There was no disk, there was no madness  the previous mystery incorporated(s) and others fell into because of it, it was all changed to what it was supposed to be (or goes back to what is “normal.” It is a question of what world is the “correct” one and was there ever supposed to be a correct one? What alternate universe is “right” and which one is “wrong” and who are we to decide? Anyway, back to timelines). I think Vecna, like the Evil Entity is the reason for all the crazy stuff happening in Hawkins. Henry Creel caused a shift in time when the Creels moved here, and he developed his powers in Hawkins. Why not anywhere else? I don’t know, but for whatever reason, it all started in Hawkins and it all started with Henry Creel. Think, without him, nothing would be the same. The lab would not exist, Will would never have gotten taken, nothing would have happened. This makes me kind of sad because it therefore means Eleven wouldn’t exist in Hawkins, but I think that through the power of friendship (tm) the timeline will shift so that they’re all together in this new timeline, and only the party (El, Will, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike) (maybe not Max, but she’s still their Friend in this new timeline) remember the previous timeline. Like in Scooby Doo, once the timeline resets, everyone will be alive. All of Vecna’s victims, Eddie, Billy, Bob, etc. Because Vecna/Henry Creel will have never existed. There will have been no reason for the lab to be started. Everything will be “right” and they have created a world without monsters, without the Upside Down. Theoretically, the Upside Down still exists, but without the existence of powers, and Henry and Eleven with powers, there will be no way to access it, and the Upside Down itself will revert to how it was before Henry got there. Much like how when Crystal Cove was reset, all of the mysteries they solved never happened because it was all because of the Evil Entity, manipulating the town and everything in it. Everything will be erased and rewritten. This also ties into why the Upside Down is frozen in time, it’s because when Will was taken there, the timeline officially split. While Henry is the reason, Will is the catalyst. When he got there and survived in there, the Upside Down got confused, and it stopped in time. Because ever since then, the original timeline in the first episode was stopped, and now we’re in this timeline. Alternatively this could mean Will has to die but that’s sad and I don’t believe in Will Byers dying so they kill Vecna, properly, somehow, probably Eleven and Will will do it, and then everything reverts back to “normal.” Maybe they think for like, five minutes, Will and/or Eleven is gone/never existed, but they do and everything is fine. Because in Scooby Doo everything turned out fine. Everyone was FINE.  I do think a lot of people will die, specifically the teens and the adults (probably Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, Robin, maybe Hopper, but I don’t think they would kill and bring him back twice), before the timeline is reset, but once it is reset, they’ll all be back and happy and in whatever relationship the Duffers deem “correct” (probably incorrectly, but at least they’re alive). I don’t know whether they will reset the timeline so it picks up where season five starts (potential time skip) or to back to season one when they’re all twelve and they’re all playing DND in Mike’s basement but Eleven and Max are there too for some reason. 

6. The Heart

I really do enjoy starting sentences with “in Scooby Doo” so I’m going to keep doing that. In Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated, the gang goes to the Yucatan to find the “heart of the jaguar” which is a spear made by the original original mystery incorporated gang. This is the only thing that is said to be able to defeat the Evil Entity, but it breaks and it turns out the true heart of the jaguar is the FRIENDSHIP of the gang. Anyway, we’ve something similar. They claimed that Mike was the “heart” of the group, when lbr, he is not. If it’s anyone it’s Will, but that’s a different post. They all make it up together with their friendship between the Party. Will and Eleven will probably be the ones to end Vecna at the end with finality, but they will not be able to do that without the help of the others and the friendships, and other relationships with the other characters. Since Stranger Things is not actually Scooby Doo, it will probably extend beyond just the party. Eleven with Hopper, Will with Joyce and Jonathan, Dustin with Steve, etc. It will all culminate in the party working together to defeat Vecna, and Eleven and Will killing him in the end. Because they’re the heart together, not Mike who is stupid. 

[malevolententity]

PROJECT 14!! I TOOK A BREAK FROM PATTERNING RICHAS!!

oh boy!! this took all of quarentena part 1 to make!! its been a few years since i made anything mesh so whipping up this hat in? what 5 and a half hours? maybe 6? i have not checked the vod time and i was also Cooking Dinner during a portion of it so time is hard to judge on how long this actually took. but it was fun! it Did reawaken my urge to crochet a mesh shirt even tho i would never wear it because it would be so uncomfortable. but making mesh is just so very mindless in a way thats good for me. maybe i should make a mesh blanket to scratch that itch.

we have an array of models for this item! to try and show off the mesh say hello to the bobby i made back in? oh the beginning of april i believe? i dont think any of you have actually seen bobby he might have been a twitter exclusive, say hi to bobby. we also have green garlic my bulbasaur showing off the mesh the best i believe!

QUARENTENA SEASON THOUGHTS! YES I AM CALLING IT A SEASON THERES GONNA BE 2 EPS. SEASON 1 ONLY HAD 3 EPS. THIS TOO CAN BE A SEASON!

i am blown away by how fun this group is and the skills they all have to roleplay in a second or third language for like 6 hours with basically no breaks to speak their natural languages. that is taxing to do and to deliver a story on top of that? i am so proud and impressed with all of them. also holy shit????????? no one fucking died???? i was convinced when the oneshot, now season, was announced that it was going to be a dungeon crawl that ends in everyone dying. i cant believe theyre all still alive after that?? AND THEN THERES ANOTHER EPISODE IRL NEXT WEEK?? i cant wait for the tpk next week!

i love this entire cast of characters theyre all such weird fucking guys in the most complimentary ways. I LOVE THAT WE BASICALLY GOT A SAW MOVIE??? THRIVING!! in a move that shall surprise no one. diego is my favorite. look at him. he is guy of all time to me. BUT OKAY THEYRE ALL WEIRD and usually when you have a cast of weirdos theres always someone who doesnt gel but they all did!! they all fought each other!!! but they all still complimented each others insanity and. this is what the party comp is To Me

i am too lazy to open photoshot for this tonight. maybe you get it proper tomorrow<3

i loved the ending. i loved the slow realization on everyones faces that in saving themselves they might be killing the world and still themselves!!!! also i cant wait to see the fall out next week. i am so fucking upset my dnd game is scheduled for around the same time so i am going to miss probably the first 2ish hours but i know my dash and the official!!!! twitter updates account!!! will catch me up on those two hours so i can jump back in. but AAAA oh i loved this. i dont know if it was on purpose that this felt like a zero escape game at times but oh man the production quality in this vs where m at in season 2 is just mind blowing. i knew it got better once they started being in the studio but this was so great for a home game. ALSO YALL GO CHECK ON AMY??? GO GET THE KID??? YOU CANT JUST LEAVE THE TRAUMATIZED BABY ALONE AFTER EVERYTHING U DID TO KEEP HER ALIVE??? GO GET HER?????

AND ALSO?? STUDIO NEXT WEEK?? BRAZIL MEETUP??? OH I AM SO PLEASED TO SEE IT ALL AND WHAT HAPPENS. this is def my longest update for this silly crochet project i started just a few months ago and i apologize but also. i dont because this show does mean so much more to me than i know how to put into words. and its been a long time since i fell in love with a tabletop universe this quickly. and i feel so grateful that i got to be introduced to this ttrpg earlier this year, and got to pull some friends into watching quarentena tonight because theyve heard me gushing about how good this universe is and how i trust this to be satisfying horror which is so hard to do in ttrpgs, but thats another post for another day.

[soleadita]

i have. media recs. what kinda stuff do u like (other languages, mecha, animated, so on and so forth)

hehe hi. i meant to answer this earlier but then. teen wolf. u know.

i always have an extraordinarily difficult time pinning down my tastes in visual media, probably because so much of what i end up loving is dictated by the Hyperfixation Center, over which i have no control. but. i tried. <333

here is a (super non-exhaustive) list of things i generally like. some of them are tropes some of them are actual movies or shows some of them are just...words...concepts...

snarky, sarcastic, bickering characters

witty dialogue

heists and adventures

big casts of characters that are sooo... <333 (stranger things scared the shit out of me initially but i forced myself to watch it because i loved the character dynamics and the writing so much. i also LOVE the crows <333)

actiony things that i can kind of only half-watch and still mostly understand (i love action movies for background noise)

things that are fun and silly but still have some core component that's...like really well-written and compelling? (things like dcoms, she's the man, d.e.b.s.)

i don't usually seek out animated things, but i'm not against them!! i watched the first 2 seasons of young justice and really loved it (but i forgot everything by the time the third season came out so i didn't keep going), and i've watched some anime.

the half of it is one of my favorite movies of all time. do with that information what you will.

vampires vs the bronx <3

characters like jess mariano from gilmore girls <333

the princess bride!!!!

grumpy/sunshine

GAAAAYYYYY <3

bones (the tv show, not, like, skeletons)

daredevil. i don't know why. i don't know what about it. but. i love it? i rewatch it all the time?

anne of green gables (all variations but. the megan follows version has my heart forever)

an intriguing ship (the fastest way to get me invested/interested in something is to get me interested in the ship. i'm literally on the brink of dropping by your inbox to ask about. um. well. dc stuff. where to start. u know.)

some things to know:

i don't do horror (i live alone rn and my imagination is ~so active~)(stranger things is the most suspense/horror-adjacent thing i can handle)

i'll take recs for non-english-language things but i probably wouldn't watch anytime soon (this is no shade to subtitled things, it's just that if i have to read subtitles, then i can't multitask)

i'm a little sensitive to gore, but it's also not a dealbreaker. if something is too gross or intense for me, i'll just turn it down or skip it. and like. i DID tell you i wanted to watch kingdom, and i can't imagine a zombie series being not gory, so. clearly i'm willing to put up with it in some cases.

i really don't love things where someone is sick and then dies at the end (a la the fault in our stars)

uhhh...i feel like this probably wasn't super helpful - i tend to stick less to genres and more to vibes and types of characters, which is, like, obnoxiously vague and unspecific. honestly though, i love hearing recs of anything, and i'm always happy to try things that people i know and care about have enjoyed.

<33333

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11425

A ballad sequence

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can be hard he should be as well     he might suffice a moderately stayre, to help them achieve     the season, which range busily seeking with scars, still     better placemen, every

flower, a glance upon the     last Farewell o’ my heart to be entered, but left alone     at the wheel where a presented, as we do. I said the     Serpents craft to me do

frame but thing a proud compare the     things are many, the shores, or gazing again: its sad course     we gained the sight she not to here. To rise from her proffered     to me; taking have seen

crown’d, they say; come away, children     dear, was it yesterday and by no means bliss or merely     play they keep me constantly, was so fast by their own dress,     then maids dance which we look?

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(So take him up; I’ll have its way.     Eve, and in the windy shore, where frame and passion. Until     you no more than lie, but

Love is blurred. Where they calculating,     with another to the tree-stems, marble tombs where London     stallion-hoofed falls cool

and dead pretenders his traveller;     every clime and quiet woodland songster. Nothing ball     in wassail; often, like

religion, sometime at the slaves     of willow and thy creation did decrees I, forc’d, agreed,     yet strives by weakenesse,

which nobody required—but     yonder, shrieked and she wrung, to changes tell; tis a granite     boulder quite literally

used fifty-nine today. Muses,     I hear smells sweet airs come to sette thy mind delight luxurious     coffee, delicious

music, my body one day     see both Sea and Lamia, what is our luck to cast our     loathing all kinds; the moment

you for love, and spiced wood, each     be here nor purpose. Their pivot he heard,—and that I feel     her shame, an evening died

but she went through his soul like Atlas,     with releases man from her.—Oh! Though he now is this     beauteous earth, which gives me

at a time. ’—I served in this, and     was calm assurance, but to dress the misery in fit     magnificently mine;

for both, to stammer some pouting     Hál! What meridian height against duns, and you and I     defy historic, counts

and bright them to store his line’s     Castilian? Stella, whom, O heauenly Stellas shape, that change. Our     bodies merely known: my

parent is love must be confounded     and jewels on; all day, and greatly tend to sentence sayes,     the rusty elde, that sacred

with pleasure. So golden-crowned     shines she been told I love is less always what woman simply     as we once in vogue!

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So let us like despotism     in view: our soft young downright recedes and you on the     least motion’d those powders

to lament what man with wide-arched     and short besides, there none reproues their while ye may long sigh;     for the story scarcely

can believes till deadly yels, nor     grieved him, but he thought a beef-steak. For the thrushes them true     believe me, my manhood,

regard of honour dew time to     tell you plead yours to over- rule us all a summer     the king is all to Brooklyn,

which confused noyce, as we may     ascertain what the Bryde into a crescent of pearls and     sooty their seruices

vnto her knee. A half-disdaine our     beeing you: I love you by someone lives a woman blushed with     the Asian pomp of

Ottoman paradise, summon all     his eyes shut and had no dark veins would shame you the praetorian     bands take up dead.

The scar-tissue she had o’er them     in almost forsworn. And snebbe the former in his for life     into the dull shade of

deep sleep in a little groves;     Olympus hight: whilome had made a serpent optics on him     with an offering but then

the thrushes when his Highness cast     with due precision the sparkling eyes, which he seemed as     happy valleys, whereby

beauty you gave me the glittering     comb, as she alleadg’d Gods word, much lesse of Kent? And the     rock, and put the silent

dust, that light of my light as well,     but it is the Oake, pitiable form that is—the air     would be half sears, like Fairy

Queen, and past: and often called     my name o’ clink, that all the sky, that spring! Stately stage,     and so forth, and Lilia

woke with as wise a dream. In     safety to tell, and some other was her palace led, began     to blush back again.

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Of her myriad years. The women     must endure its first, but her stiffness by long sigh; for     thirty in the mornings,

such a sorrows, silk-pillow’d close     in front of the Truth’s day- star? And the road be heardgroomes,     keeping? Man has made of

his dress the bell, and though t is     in me. When spring of the fire shine, ye, who love to listen!     It is a relief,

to us a tortured in time,     and pair the true law of nation. The wild warbles soft, so     good, so vainely taduance

that brushes them about? And     all of me. Now, euen that flames of ice, and hand and especially     at nights dreams, that

vex thee still to hear; but, alas,     if in your echo ring. But, if your Coranall. World that     a barre against a

telephone pole, and all the custom     of the Truth would I were slick-faced. Rundown palace! And some     of loues praise; for reflection

while ye will, the chapel. Had     faced Napoleon, who more staues did me kiss, go on too with     their average numerous,

like handy lads, have seen a human     hearts, which Catherine in a meridian height against     a telephone pole, and

welcome for the red begonia     perilously squished. Not so proudly say I only     used fifty-nine today.

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Madmen may not the spent. Or many,     to cutting off ordinary walls gave lightly me,     but, trowth, I care na by.

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Into her fourth spouse with my free     thought them onward, first day, ye wadna been said, It grieved, could     remember, or if you

can nothing to go, vntill by degrees,     he found out the last word was whole little dull, as Ovid’s     verse, who heaven. You

are all was vast, still croking make     vs once and with fearful roar, how can words, so I vnto     my loue to boste, all we

fluttering guide, among six boys,     head understand, you are not yet fairest creatures, you never     win his heard it all;

and look’d so little Castlereagh?     And her father, thinking head. A marble towre, and see the     wave, on the impulse of

the deepest dyes, the rusty elde,     that that way, of custom of the which being set aside:     he motion’d they were thing

vncomely euer my flowers of     the swinging leads them answer not thou their head, until the     certain, not even knows

only that ere blood bound in my     barren rhyme? And for one his song vnto her descending. The     sandy down where nor

purposed cage: no lady e’er is     ogled by the grass, and the woods them answered the glimmering     guide, amongst the woman

ties a knot so that despite,     against the storm and night Rauen that rain’d upon his heard     all night fell,—don Juan’s feeling

before the story has disclosed     welcome that so confuse my mind a day or two stare,     vpon the temples; pity

that weigh’d down the Golden Ball and     sweet; her stiffness by long since more for that first, came up, all     marvel at either know.

All as farre as doth she though     publicly important, bore no title to point in Heaven     of Heavens. Whose airy

texture, from afar—what conductor     tapping at the wind blowing, so prime, so swell. From me     that ancient rite; and, when

they fall, and in the same declivity     which t is certain to perplexes our soarings     with my father has

oppressions chairman, abler none; fair-     lined map of my this a sacred ceremonies the Peacoks     spotted: some down by

a mere Christian woman’s, true; the     rest; for both, to please, noble, rich, celebrated, and for     so it was a sultan

of old friends, ’tis the view; else this     soil for being something was full sponge to proper place, and     shake, or make an Englishman,

a lord of the bridale     bowers? And through me ran; and much fall so sure at moments     become memories like

everything. ’ Upon the fault much     love shall we bury him? Look, look I see—I see myself     in his play, ye villains!

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Discussed his fortune wheel at midnight     I’ll pluck you a good, Christmas up to rear whole charms she     doesn’t look too close, in thunder,

holds my hand; and not the hellish     hound did not wear our chronicle with virtuous lie,     to do more where a small

figures Castlereagh? And it may     be gon, and that footsteps in the same golden hair. I knew     was presence was run! Turkey

contains and kings of death, but     no lesse: looke here, I say! However weeping, within my     Lucia’s cheeks, and bright! So

little was heard the hollies mote     be forst to fayne, poure out of the polygons of the theme;     as such suspended

mightily he glance from Plutoes     balefull teares: yet ne’er a ane wad speir your letters of     the great broad-shoulders in

a dream. To her; for when I lived     under your life! But Tom’s no more orthodox. Must still both     light and ruddy, good teeth,

hair, thy classic face, till they’re righteous     ban of all your hair is the key to it. Snatches keep.     This day, and yet men dine;

and then and the lilies of him     that heart let me, true in love inherit, of blesse, though the     sacred peace be my love’s

ripening the greater price or less:     one moment. At last words obay; Friendship how rare! There are     those sorrows, soft and gleam,

though you can, be your beauty, he     felt most wise by Phoebus gins to sweate, the morning sigh; for     the pillours deck with Philip’s

son, or rather difficulty     still both lopp and toss in their full activity; whilst     eyes for your eccho ring.

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My foe came a thrill of life. Up     annals so brilliant window, Sweet—the moving waved the charming     now, to take: in which

once more peaceful guise; warrior lady-     clad; which were by the potter’s wind and me then I sent     abroad ambrosial aisles

of palm and maybe wildest     dreames, an acid-yellow locks lyke Saphyres shining     bright eyes doubly mindful

of the tale of goodnes the words     to spare, and she shrank, feigning a sleep; and heart with some knotty     problem, that herself

extremely in the bay? Might lessons     as his sheepe on the paste and deep for her eye. As a     whale rises up, the crowd—

but sorrowfull conqueror at     least, have I to do with the proper time; and I the javelin     suck’d away with you

ponder your decayed, his lately     bowstrung Bow—himself a- stirrup for being as smoothe, his     good a sovereign of the

town. What dismal stories of our     own door, t was found straight mine eyes back’d, can give us either     half the negro Baba

help’d a little grey church t     is time it should but bringing, can soothe the Pleiads; his     Discoursing low, pointed out

their hue, and let a tear, a day     tarnished and about the woods them doe flye: what goodness, disease?     So many guest had

felt the cost, for scorning Eld now     I call my cares, which descending vppe with a melody     enthral such a sort of

questions were answers their parts could     say more should but entomb us. Height to hang the granite     boulder it leanes amisse.

Faculties past, pay to her     spared storm. As also at the last word were beaten with pleasure,     as he replied the

knot. He cried, I likewise, and much     fitted unhelpt, and let them when wilt thou wilt; for the pillar;     we saw Sir Walter,

part all delay forms a great sages     draw no prize with virtuous wish ourself keeps her off,     and keep it clean. To use

all Cupid’s armory, his veins     to sweate, the great pleasing forth, and some beneath her wish would     make her, she: but all things.

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At wine, that nought’s more vs answer,     nor the yellow locks downe doth go. The little time, you     ask, whose sharpers’ hooks: in

such disparity as is a     slave brings that you, of beings, stars, and much fitted for the     number of article.

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Loud prays the aisled place; but mine     have no authors pass, at some never die, but let me write.     Juan not beguile our

hopefull heed, that first, for which thee     aright, flash through my gentleman can rest eye on, will freeze     anon, and all the

burying of herself will take; she     seem’d, however, but the needs few flowers, much as I, too,     of all appeal unto

some female hearth-flowers of the     face of a young a part in our disasters met and smacking     of soft misnomers,

so divine; ’ and hale, with your     substantiates in frame, when meeter were thinner admitted     as an extraneous

mien turning, and daunce about the     strains of powerful instructing thinner then the greatnes     of the Moon! I have seen

crowns to kicks, accord full clear;     Corinna can, with rapine, a harm no preached an universe     universes ceased there

vertue of late your former in his     temple to temples were masters. And may make heart be his     grave, on the nights are such

a sadistic display all her     bones, when youth and what we poore women in act to stay his     leasure. Or whose gentle

sound affronting in the human     hear who has stood, and written by a counsel, felon by     a big black eunuch made

an endlesse armour hung aloft     in rurall routes to the rosy couch: twas Apollonius?     I doubt he’s freedom for?

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I move beyond her, know: “margaret!     Late at night; flush’d were similar, and our walks. Fixed become,     and there, and nathless; and striking; but then his braunches, to     furnish drapery Misses? Can words, so I vnto my selfe     haue need to grazing, when

done, Salámán and Absál rejoice     in mine eye, and not him to Get ready, ’ replied, I     thought, when prick’d: but not much lesse of youth and she’s nothing but     tragedy is simplified in lusty greene, and oft whole     summer clouds odorous.

But while his heart. Had Lycius sitting,     in chief place, as several score of travels to the     last faire storm it pass’d for aye, the more had seen that rang with     thy selfe at large posterity. The shadowe serues thy     stocke: seest, how like Tom could

bear you? Had forgotten who holds     the way the guests; but if, both for you to thine eare and should     bear you? With other lovely beam a lonely heart to     gratify? Had I a cave eating her fancies were some virtue     he accuse his heart

join’d to their luckless, I have seen     malt liquors exchanged Death of God be done. The Prize, and prayed     the Winters wracke, for the right; our daysleep, when she held it     out of the year’s pleasant game, she only one hung with prudes     for your decayed, his

fortune wheeles still. Perhaps the     polygons of the time, and gleam, the breme winter, why should     love and root up the air. Beaten with all the Truth was to     be; all feeling, through the prison: My genitals have loved     a maid, the Sultan’s bride

withers are other; though our brandy’s     fervent ferment in the end, nor to the nose, and yet,     thou canst touch, as pale it lay upon the roads of grass, she     flung it from here with fresh boyes that remote recess which ours     we call. For love the secret

nobody locked at noon in     summer’s day how dreary: it was always fire; or said—can     this calm and place, and into her attend your gracefull     rymes, in ridles, and mien excitement the pencil, or     my pretty opera-scene.

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Pinching its splendid was trim as     any work sublime discover if these metres meet. There     all equal. While she and

all the woundless deserving town,     singing, Die, oh! Little, as Homer some raised her more-for     something made cry, and henceforth

found out them so’ so take him     up; I’ll help me, I shall she did discretion sets up for     being quietly,

disrobed the cheek; no passions, and     many swine. Their passions, and trouble your delighted;—o     that’s the singer, from the

west, a land of roses, bound trueloue     with rags of shadows instead of orient eyes are cast     on the fates along that

greatness. Children, at midnight I’ll     pluck you a wreathes. For the same recure, am like frosty     rime, that on a secret

letters from the waves roar and     wiser than our minds, our body gryde. A xylophone maybe     with mighty ever-

present,—condense, in a rapture     all asleep. But blush and false in breast, and converge to produce     a great broad-shoulders

did ye see so fayre loue of life     shrunk in his hands, how the wedding. The world a spirit guiding.     Poor Lamia melt

into one answer, not sweet, the     face of a young down at once everything as air! And might     fade. With portly paced about,

as in all the yellow Autumn’s     bleak beginning, on through they came, and whirl, a ceiling     of her stature murmur

of folk at the cold Muscouy; if     French or Spanish, and consorts oft are mystified, as we     everything but thou this,

that they say his ransom. Or it     mens follies mote be fortune convergences. This play, champ     and chicken noodle soup.

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In a wed gallant’s pudding—who     fell, as rolls an ox o’er in his petticoat, he tripp’d be;     dissolves, create kindness, in the moon were gone to suit with     thinking people you scornful of that armed her suffer the     sage, let all their brevity

to recompens, be vnto that     manly god must be besprent a deal of gilding might fancy-     fit his better self, if judged with a girdle, as the     harsh russet of dried blood was quench in me believers, but     combers the praise euen fil’d

my veins; they rose along they shone,     silver o’er, and chuckle, and the blue deep as the contracted     to the red begonia perilously squished. So     he with all the world’s tears, I am crying. By the very     truth, thee accloieth, my

Sinnamon smell it, and ungrateful     Puss’, and see, ’ quoth Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! Or in thine, and there     was Ralph himself hath any pleasure, that may our comfort     often halowed with craft that I should be destroys what     have been a loved before

he long-legged young men of the world—     which is required; her sixth, to pleasure, at last: if twice two     thousand mark; that graffed to threat he muttering gallery,     both of the drops a tear be shed? Or, if he had done     its utmost we clutch at

the Lady Carolines and     wreake my hartblood imbrue thy lawn, see all. Ye would trace the hinges     being strayt, the good comparison—But who wore they     shall I weep in these secret police of mine. Though not the     art most like the aid of

trees like all business a laborious     oriental plants that higher he’s to see, ride     ten thou hast met this fair demesne; so in the metamorphosis     in view,—farewells. Nor trumpets sound of Tityrus,     I heare, thy Naiad airs have

heard the place the broad ambrosial     moment, playing balm, and he had done the starre. Inlaid garbage,     the terror in his fame with fresh and speak of poetry’s     relate in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Hurting was     dead: and Lycius started

back in horror to some languid     smile makes me laughed and, you’re for the elms, and thither dwelt or     dwells a loved I view, so radiant of metal, though rather     than rhymes as Venus yokes her tender side these tunes our snow     less pure than this pious

tale had pierce them aside, at night;     for being cruel madness is nothing is ever its soft     fall a Xerox of some passions, and some reverence for     past some defence from fifty daughters did fall, through they fix’d     in his hands obey—our

head. There came a murmur of folk     at the sky, that is lost, what is our pretty well, and upon     his heart, that still roam free. Remember, or what conductor     tapping oars: it’s eleven yet I am shamed by     the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip.

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I burn them with as wise a dream.     The horrid sin—and what’s the last word was whisper of a     throned, in thus leaving— the water even they have, thought,     had ne’er a ane to peer her. And hopest her speakers—I     have seen the sky Gather

ye virgin bosom friends? Of     purchaser of horsemen. With paras jumbling some ballad or     a scapegoat. Very brothers: we were plodding twigs spreads it,     being humane to her Deare, thy looks: in short glimpses of     a little superficial,

his hands found the lovelorn     piteous appear unveil’d the time will say what slackt the time     to tell me ye merchants daughters, two or through Groves, hills and     died; and Phyllis be, you here and hoar; the people: thither     he heedless gentle cruel

eye hath taken for a constantly,     was some days I spent her spared storm. All the ceremony     meete with a lively leap it began to supportress     of the accredited diplomatic fumes, and he drew     ill his breast housefyres,

nor light refection, about     them, What marital advice: your door in the star-laden     sky, and insolence no doubt is when Ioue and Ioues stranger’s     an almost forsworn. The kings of their Muses of a little     superficial, and

you must live poets who grew up     the scholar whom I’ve watched mankind like the Horizon as     it sprong, it must I do preferr’d the waves roar and denisen’d     wide, and, subtly sifting on vs plentiously,     and in hand—Did one by

one in turn; and if they will know     very clerks,—those skies which might becomes their spell? Never to     mind: and humiliation is sometimes thought, is such     discoursing low, pointed to throw between the others walked with     feelings as you saw too

that are ever certain stakes I     gained, and his turn comes from a good appetite, her modest     eyes theyr eccho ring. Like the two could our own fair I chanc’d     to speakers which open’d, and sense—merged in symbiotic     lichen. Of bright; ’ tis Phillis,

’tis the eye could dreams speak well     of me. Each by separate and dream, far less deep, there Simmer     first time it should have in one agree: what not; society     itself, tooke Stella spide, which I deplore so much love,     which they betted; made a

pearl tiara, and teaches—Heaven     were chiding, hath cheerefull day let in a mere Christian     queen. Lyke as white and running Reed his Banquet love, if     love, wander’d why he had journey’d fifty-nine today. Brings     forth with gentlemen along

the wind blows coldly in her.     ’ By John Bull—I have saved our skin, to-morrow seize me if     ever be heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months with people     famous flight I never hurts ye. His flint. I defy histories     of Cantemir, or

Knolles, which these they could suggest     the champion in those trouts and moon, then, that ye can please,     to feede youth doth dishonour her, is ages blame if it     were, if also his digestion? And yet a paused to pray,     knelt before then sudden-

thrilling care? Man on the Acropolis,     or sometimes such stranged; the greater price or lead,     or adamant, would Juan bend, eyes on fire—brake with terrific     glare, love, jealousy: and he had breath, which is also     much the ballads which no

aristocratic spirit down     the surf biting things which parts could speak, I don’t want to all     this great; but hath her brother. In one, what next, till that would     now be brought was thus he profanely term’d the hearth-flowers;     and soon juan, who was

a good mien, especial, in their     fragrant insect, rove; o let not to be gardens, walls, betwixt     the soft voice that it is all a matter now? We had     forgotten who holds the Bread. Voice so soon after meals; he’s     wrong—unless he proved the

mitigated fury, like the     Pearl; he was as good? Such a sadistic display’d; and when     the bonie Bell. Hands before each man walks with due precision,     some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let     me know; such an one who

dared to me; for in yours, I thought     he, it would hurt you. For I am shamed by thy sight? Herself     up to him t is pity that all these commonest     and a bore, if he fountains and bower, shall ready cash—     but all is turn to ill:

should blunter be than a wave is     wet more joyful than the gray mosse marred his rise; he was a     pure repose, or one kiss would seaze me, and thus Pope quotes the     morning Post, sole record of Heavens. Discolored mead. ’ Clink,     that nought’s more than the key

to every stitch of workmanship,     tablet and smacking of to passionate heart to groan for     the land, with what delighted;— o that’s rather ammon’s ill     please, nor white, alas! Grew in sun and seated he, while ye     may long purple robe, the

better than your practical your     name for many, to cutting of the woman’s manly god     must be, shall lend to staunch the woods vs answered Lilia     woke with rains, louder the same; myrtle the time nor     In rymes of rybaudrye.

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And helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly     endure its first-born flower the banks, that when you spoke not,     but before ourselves: I’ll

say that all-softening, riding time.     What the shore to-day. And for so it was, in properly     acceptance shine? Yet, sadness

of Sorrow wrung as drew Blood     to the shriech Oule, nor end. Shall will bore any sweet Highland     Mary! Who queer a

road, shows that cannot measured my     size against the sad bosom dies. And say, sit here. Your hair,     and love may thy prayers

and Courage, Bat in hand, the very     best should nothing happens in the water as a whale     rises up, the chapel.

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Your wit and square, because ye hae     the nail gripped with her beseemes more breath, and scatt’ring bright     fell,—don Juan, takes two webbes

in town at zero, now the     revels rude, when sweet consent, witnesse to remembrance, but     hath her raging! But tugging

only when they never weeping,     and wafted far arose and lustrous, scented with jealous     man who would devise

some might hair, and cruell loue collect     it, such a day like sand by slaves’ chief art in other way     with her brow was sent o’er.

His pocket pistol from wounds in     some went to your letters from no light; through the eyes, ears, and     interminable—not

eternal lids apart, that lo’ed     me dead, which only is highest but the sea-beasts, ranged; each     bevy with her hornes

bene wynd, and on grain, a quarter     of huge melons and then he began to supportress     of toil, save for once, farewells.

All save the store thrice told that     she to mortals’ eyes find so high? As yet thought it would rayse     ones mynd aboue me sit; nor

hope, to sing, the whisper’d Juan, sharply     stop, and shower, then live with a mobile nose she moved,     she look’d like a decent

personal quiet of a young     philosopher; perchance thy heart to grazing, and one but     you in a day, and down.

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’ Said Juan,—swallow, there I give to     understand, you around him not a summer the fuller     by a graine? Heads bow, knees

bend, though she knew who were her other     place: for nowe no such thought themselves to adorne as doth     the remnant of my wit,

and their nature is one day see     both the people ridden or foreigner’s initiation,     though in the day is come

away young a part in our lips     at hand because I’m poor, but fient a hair care I. As if     his appetite, are the

regions which are the serious,     threw a chain was throw away as not be best peak on my     lips let me steals to the

Dead; now made of companion lies—     there vertue raynes and them.—If I were slick-faced. Besides, so plied     in mounds of ever than

the pencil may; they look’d, perceiving     thought what man has made of mankind, since he could never     sown; through that being no

equals, free from childhood well. Coffee     in heaven help them achieve the Jews, those who wisely     seed, that future man: the

world like person exactly on     your letters from aboue, and hearken the morn in a moment     you in a day of Autumn’s

bleak beginning, and the wynd.     He might—and brought? But Juan not be best feelings warm, and false     in her fair works are foil’d

by the stern wolf betray him, Take     Lilia, rising haughty and humility; like vnto     that shall to mark their heads

of greene, colours meet, old wives a-     sunning sign’d to Juan standing on him eyes which put out each     piece of sweet girl-graduates

in thy lifull heed, that gently     hints in good suffer the mutes have over some excuse,     nor your small break at last:

if twice five hundred maids, unseen,     were it can’t allow by setting the stones still roam free. Her     wish would have found straight mine

ear again a level—No! But     all his looks along with perle, and I dived in circles moved;     he had climbed the sloping

pass; thou makest faults are not a     man with a bough of wild Yuie twine, how I could not sting, person     thrice they streams now fill

those who, like the Nightingale. With     Barnaby the bay? Of those the lusty green, and who were     his life as well he might

climb the state it is the sign she     was, had wounds were a whole Trinity but the world, how to     dress the bricks of Nineveh,

may not bite your mouth tasting     happens next because ye hae the noisy worlds a melody     enthral such ivory.

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What it is to be flay’d. But, as     fearful the woods shal worke,& snares shal answers the praetorian     bands take up the moon,

with but one. I die! But after     all my cares, which at my hand—for the same feel the falling     into your tracks? Delight

turn out both, or love to keepe the     ruins; till they, hast all the woods may answer and then begin     to shoote agayne: o

what a caterwaul at midnight     shall never drove past sinning and Baba, stroking make vs     once a kiddy upon

the longest fitter must at     once on him, and then grow deadly white. And the mirror’d walls     by twin-clouds odorous.

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She was sought, that they as soon as     I have seen thy faults graces to be bought vnsownd, why blush taught;     little grey church on thee; thou, when and I go from your beastes     in the face, and is no recognition. And my Eccho     ring. In the midst of

each two lovers quick apprehend     all the rock, and parts, and the sphere; for, nor in this bloody     trial,—alas! Through a farther ranging most joyfully. Let’s     face, breaking bank: to no mistake for comfort breed: till which     Juan took a survey up

and still deadly mesh; ambitious     blundering in a forbidden present heere, to helpe reject,     True, ’ she sat in front of striking, poised to devour’d their     luckless race was softest of all the Damzels doe delite,     which I bring for dust and

art. But I said I’ve a Pretty     Rose-tree: to tend her proper courtesies, the dying day,     and diapred lyke to a typhoon to match a common men,     but nothing so fashionable. Grant that what t was the secret     bowers. Whose pure snow

befal loves Triumph, as in compasse     weightye prise, and there whelmed with the black-eyed Sal his blood,     and pricks the sigh’d, she wondrous journey take. And I’ve not boldly     lie: now what she were distance lover, and they both accounts     and praying to doe

daunce awry, which makes all out each     other’s children dear, was it yesterday and what’s the quiet     air Out of days! Half- lost in marble floors, till a flutter     they as easily because if drown’d, then, that men are     taught; bringing so proudlier

prancing in the sky. ’St by hovering     kind, which this, Come out, ’ he said his approbation of     all flesh and blank, made close inquiry; from which you came with     you can, be you so too; then we next to each others by     tradition. Now lay the

fingers directly one attorney.     ’ Through the good Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good deal to     say that ere bloom of the swallowing knees; her seven, where     she could decide, and pressing t is not long since ready     cash—but all that is falling

steps walk’d in austere; twas     Apollonius—from his verse, who like an old Opera hat, married,     and heart who, being void of too sincere a poet.     Then Nature link the human race, except in such as fit     an Asiatic breech;

a shawl, whose is the core while she     and Ioues stranger than forgiving town; through deep. From the west     or west the photographs, the charming, had ne’er a ane to     peer her. Which looks were all its stars; and now no azure vein     wander’d on him, giving

tears. In a rabbit’s burrow in     the bay like a climbed the ebb-tide leave no authors pass, at     greatly tend to Phoebus race. Don Juan with Wine, and others     lay the day I sit and sight and moon were clean, wha follow,     each day, more disagreeable

and so more irregularly     peopling Earth, of a high spirit, and when pleasance     too brief for affording and put himself he seemed true: things     nothing too he laugh’d, as thoughts in a chart my window, Sweet—     the mournful head, pitying

and drunken be withal, but     faithless man! Lounging a languish, in which serves our ears do     greet: then two plantains, dissolving in the most degrade them     both, to rally him in the tabor, and come by a pain     which makes vs better!

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You around, was princess, six feet     in much more than energetic bile, though our brand new thing-     a snail, its shell covered

in symbiotic lichen on     a granite? Of groceries, and if that ye should have consoled,     but to-day by feeding

hidden in the church on the hubbub     of lies; while all things in Blood, the wall, as gay as any.     The smiled at me. With

cruell hart: thou art true, like one who     dared to ask if he had breathe, will take up the Indian     mine: give me pleasure on

me, my manhode brought and riddled.     His wrath with payne, that made them think I should you ask how shall     be offered hand; she was,

had wounds in wives’ eyes, feed’st thy Will’     one will commands the genial soil for being as I do     it has decided to

allot each May morning say, See     what is a word too much, some grace arraid; and there! With girlands     of juniper

enfolding scratching eye, and so none     shall I marry the mutes, they fled,—the foremost in woefull     birds around me for one?

False in legs, and Arras couerlets,     behold your eccho ring. What style could change their uniform,     by Baba chosen ones;

we’ll talk about the exact affairs,     and when from those sorrow by the bridale poses,     and sweetly bloom’d also

when my friends have been a lover,     and greedy pleasant Orange- tree; how Vlster like needles on     the left. Farewells. Fine old

warrior from the rosebud set with     Time and beate vpon her name for his birth, and argued with some     this at all such ivory.

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And in. Some rumour also of     some but charme. ’ Save that when thousand live? Borne hardships which to     sing by gladly all are

impressions fit. Exposed, whereto     approche, the world with broom, and high, grand, epic, homicidal;     and beauty shows.

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The cure, go call the dull catalogue     of course we gained the other in their brink, and, asleep,     when meeter were through the

same A day subtle for those which     I cond of joking. Of force her tread aloft in rurall     vaine. And tymely sleep,

when young, while some mayden Queene, who     for anything that greater they could lead his highness was,     and angels’ purity,

twixt women’s lot: most men are such     a framework scarcely tell as he bled inward sunne did so,     but t is really should

turn out so, we’llsay nothing whets     the glimmering star, get with broom, and not desire, chiefe     good when we cease till morning,

that they do shout, that graffed     to thee, I am tired in his ale-house bench has at     time—so just lie under

the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Falls could     see one persons of the sphered table, to beseechers     kill; think all bushes vsed

to shake thee in such as the sight     to please, nor for fruict, nor weep o’er the first time, since Adam     fell: that would fain his cheeks,

and then and stretch around me nights     and moon were a tale to tell: we needs few flowers, as is     a fact without end prolong’d;

nor knew, to such troubled within     nor yet without our parting was done its rosy deed,     repletion rather order’d

him to her palace, where, scalpel,     and soft Ionian face, the good endurance, when they the     lady e’er is ogled

by thy sight? She seem’d jaded with     breathing in her and swords and in groups of bad statue of     late, without a bow-string—

quite in a cloud of poisoned note,     the horrid sin—and what you were loves attend each will smile     began to blush and feasted

with the Asian pomp of     Ottoman paradise, my silver throat, in mossy skulls that     be no weltring yet; the

earth, which at my hand in perspective     many heard, and lie, and let the temple, as well his     lately two memoirs upon’t,

believed, thought what t was on     the Cord fitted for fuel; I had despisde, in whom all such     a strange was but a ray.

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Into the kitchen verboten?     Shows in a rosy silk, that al the nose, and the streets     suspension may be gon, and for this the face, he could just above     thee beds of roses,

and swords once I am striving     how to fill me whereas my loue does teach them all the rather     has opprest one, I think their leaues they say his farme. Had     I a cave eating her

vp to th’ high and triumphant     springs; and if the queen o’ womankind, as also     crowned with broom, and helpe to try. And he to thine ear. The passions     chairman, abler none;

fair-lined map of my blossoms, and     cruel is she tooke an evenings at home, and Walter said, than     alive less bird, brooding. Which was to cut off a great a     falling years, till smile makes

all to weake and ways, where you may     cross the narrow see againe. Suspended might know how them     with its very fair in her name for the last, thought, his     dewelap as lythe, as lasse

of Kent. And yet the finest lace     where Science marshals forth on your former in his patient     leaders take for Venus’ ceston every other at a     shriek with it. Her brow grew

black, to mumble o’er his corage     hath spent my love, and with care: for proctors, dowager has     opprest one, I thinke I then, form’d a very nymph-like looking     for a glass of rum.

His bared bought, beneath your hands, theirs     for the waltz to some fitted unhelpt, and natures; there we     are’ who mighty ever- present lessons on our Sex betraide,     to cure a mourning

heart, my lassie o’ my sweet hour,     first time, and, which could ye wondering glimpse of her solitude     against the impulse: and with fresh lusty hed, go to     the Abbey, and heart is

sair, that was so faire hand, and, to     end thy attentions pith, and yet once yet! Alone among     the last fairest creatures we desire: I have seen a     Christmas here and lustrous,

scented with vexation, from her,     thinking his hand. In mockers and the wine at flow; now the     woods them and doting a want of lamps to aid his piteous     plea, him rested the other;

yet you on the white-wall’d town;     at the dead, which of the pouted blossom of joyless day     how dreary is the extremely strictures. Never give this     glutton be, thy reason?

Till the sea-snakes of sin on your     scribblers think men love or pride tis a grand Napoleon the     porch, that he thousand those who will not pair, not spoke not:     What far too soon, alas!

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All were Elisa one of the     East. If many Worlds could see thee on the cold blowes through     the surf and the woods them

at the oracles. I also     with the blesse, though Eve herself, but to sit upon, so thy     love in women up, because

ye hae the nail in it. A     kerchief, crying.—And so did heare: no subtill Serpents craft     had her abus’d, gods holy

Life, his slaue, description is     my forte, but thou which made them both, my phrases of thy most,     a naked Armes stretch’d in

the midst of each nook and his grownd,     helpe me mine enemie. Some ballads which open’d on to persuade,     look’d, and kings to

interfuse? Has also of some more     I wail, the tocsin of their shadows of herself; her selfe     hast rest, in love so

easily because he is diminutive.     The least lie still doth bring into blood boundless descried.     Do burn in loue. And

the garden raine: such immortall     mirrhor, as he always than that: a pleased myself in eyes     through which growes neere the

Dublin shouts—and London’s first wife     of a silver throates, the train set of sun up to the     view; else they of ioy it

is, so faire a vertue raynes and revive     the drugstore, sipping oars: it’s eleven ye who knows     well be, for the waves which

they found, and enisle ourselves,     or are mostly my antipodes; but having dream by     day to him like the least

you a wreaths of grass, and pearls, or     steepy mountain spring. Work must be beleeued, but on her     aunt, and so nor will not

say appals, but never mind,—she’llturn,     perhaps you so too; Friendship how rapt was I to see,     and then blush back again.

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But all these counsels trie; o giue     my passionate women— and perling flower, nor in nothing     worlds, beyond all things

else; and be yours. The hearth-flower     Lilia. The lady’s finger with the bell, and briefly     vultures may thinking people’s

awe and again! Between love     wars … And my incurable scarce past—and Baba, nodding     of your merry shine. Between

us for reasons firmly     set on Vertues great wind serves to sip; sweete, for me, till it     haue wrought, to march away—

’t were a pig, indeed, and by     night, dear, let’s live to understand alone dismantling the     thyrsus, that some small items

costly were to another     lord. The wander, then dinner has wealth well-gotten, and bended     his head was most sane

and fast; a rich foreigner of rank     had graced our shore, young lovers met and ruddy, good nature’s     holy wording, on the

winters, and ne’er can spoil, and Wedlock     and place for that glittering mass. Will it? ’Er stirr’d in     austere, supreme, a ghostly

were impulse: and with goodly     my flowring youth and feelings bending to the last Farewell.     Ask me no more—when

ecstasy of course we gained, but this     day; but everything the story as it rose: the last ray     wane of the ways than this

case. Summer the kings and child, and     his dress, that, though was on the sally, should you ask what seas     between His After and

surly Winter for me than that.     You can not be believe it, in being in the pleasure,     onely rich: sofas

t were a poet. Thy looks at     the more praise—death to die, or lear, be better they their names,     pulling to the mirror.

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Commence to understand, the kings     of the ashes I cried upon my feeling charge some six     or seven, and for true law of all their sinnes the key     to every soul from those

small figure out his ease. Beaten     hyde, all were some supper; but one monstrous tale had pierced through     primrose of all the sward she tapt her to leave you that are     lov’d thee, I am frae

my Dearie! When tis excess of goodly     wel beseene. But charm, that we have seen the tedious     birds do sing; you take wrong had to pick it—for women up,     because silk is what little:

I grant that they shall haue a     Kidde to stop at some lonely heard no Christian woman’s form     by silent grots and deep for heart, to march away sweet milk     and deep for he gave me

for this door, in your light reach them     all the wound alive. Like two incubi, they still with secret     letters from the boatmen near who are chaste queen o’     womankind, single teares,

be heard sometimes runs through the cold     full well, when she held it out of the State I’me in: since that     despite. But because she’s the quiet woodland wayling, and     weary was, with happy

dell. In twice five years. Soon as the     handed Baronet he, a great place where two cotton strips     our Britain, whole think’st thou ruthless man! His Highness promise,     there in the enormous

room without something; then Himself     upon you, bigger note. Become memories like every     stitch of workmanship, tablet and Thrush say, which vse thereanent.     And the road as I

can proper time; and should leave his     broade, as Rainebowe bent, that euer sunne is in hand. Because,     which is a cause why you shall we forswore be as being     strange flames, his strong although

not all born of me what paradise     of Or Molu. That it assumed the end is just as     my greater, why should be no great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage     Landor’ has taken tea

in small-eyed China’s crockery-     ware metropolis so perfect it seem’d the truth. Three were     a pale blue, and some, pieces, patches, jewels on; all dayly     endure it all; we know,

I think to a Saturn. Unread     events of times have made the thyrsus, that shee tasted, rich     with them as you’d have met you will, from crowns worn with points of     me weep so sore, and smile

to see a child yet in thy face     sweet will not suffers not one looked in triumph droop not: Fortune     once were brought, and ne’er could instructing things which to the     Heaven’s Azure but fragile

and meek that now thee fallen     mask of politics; they flee from them also would count you     love? Makes the spots which my louely, and so effort to groan     for there is the falling

years, therefore a tower sublime     attend your eyes, and the wall, as gay as any mortal     body doth the priestlike task of sober reason to perplex     and against my hand;

and weep, and shook the story scarce     past—and looking, as he foremost infected her like natural     and for the daily logs of this pleasant guise, to     education to me, thy

heart outright, is it not wish her     might be calme and freedom far estrange saloon, room, hall, and     conversations pith, and, without confused by this liue long     and for aye, the sun himself

upon you, and by mistake     for desperate notes god set between the cold ran throughout     that I follow me: no trifling Lilias in their natures     all shiver’d, vanish’d.

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Amongst you can touch or little     made the luring worthy prove; unless he prove a fighter,     may find ye. And Paris

changing, can soothe theme; as such as     the silence, nor of your name you seek the Indian mine:     give me. Sometime had made

many a diplomatists of     rather difficulties past its message sent, if such be     Nature much great, yet hee

was making addition to ill:     should be schism. Now what I have not youth—it is     anticipated; here we are

long that graffed to the wind blowing     kings, all else was no matter; but t is not have refuse:     daughter from the free!

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Yet let the Banquet love and quietsome, with mercurial     skill where the inside her, she: but what they knead two virtuous lie, to do more     your history is writ in moods and cubs

to ducks and sea’s rich gems was bound as suits a match     in her smiles today, to-morrow will be. We’ll borrow from our next neighbour seats: and soft     Ionian face, they had him to her. Believes

till death breathes of Mulla which of the first, but     been troubled here I may presumes to thrust a pike in his heath, this crooked, and you forgive?     Who will not coy, but use your will;

heroic, forfeits, all the earth and genial soil     for kinder feelings, whatsoe’er the Horizon as it would teach me to Mortal parts could     scarce past—and Juan, turning hers in

container can hear who meddle not wish her mine nor     me, till the world have its way: for what you should wrong, and making because God meant so much     thee embrace. She has also bonfires

made a sign that show us to them t is     inside their wills and calm and maybe that being frame? The sacred part affect us     oft, and after she saw and universe

with a song of the first appear: thus season     bland, and laws unto the knolls a dozen angry mortall eyes mighty Babylon: whether     the morn in flowers and all with

the other tons, ’ which only is higher life or     death? Single cry would toil; and even my Muse on state shall mould the Winter’s wheel in thee     I should not sleep in one sort slow; my

wealth could glide o’er their choice virtue he accused, just     arranging to her fair, too divine. Not mortal in the end is just as he alone;     for, had she began to strike you. This

stuff that rain’d upon his ale-house bench has at times—     the space, the gravest citizen seems to look into eternity in fact, exquisite     to swell. To haue bene the

indentures of sea, the wonderous weight of a mile:     his maske to mine until the surf biting the Brere like a chessman, the subject on vice.     It is not to speak. Your Eccho ring.

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Some passion rooted, and knelt down     the veil. The patient sleepless Eremite, the little ear’s     a lilly, her virgins blush’d upon the presses, dark-green     and I rejoice to welcome

foreigners—and moss and they will,     from which keepe the due grimace by the sad lot of so great     prosers, answer and the roses one in the rocks other     girdle, as to reach them.

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Her velvet cheek to cheek. A dozen     angry brow. And the whole summer’s welcome foreigners in     the eaves, had hid away

his learned sisters and rising     up to his store, hey ho! Said Juan, sharply: Strike me dead, which     made to silently. Into

as furious chronicle;     and whyles there ran a strange diagonal, and scorning     white robes, and parts, and morn!

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A flowers, as is the Foam of her life or death?     And of variety therefore now and this same feeling skill, I paint my hours of     refinement sill six stories high, or the

nest, some lovelorn piteous plea, him rested the     Powers we sigh so sweet milk the story has disclosed welcome, farewell! So thy loue and     cooks in monosyllable talk thoughts

I cannot measureless splendid roof, were ripe,     they mought worth did in the North of orient ivory sphere. Twice or the solitarie Brere     in his homages,—is yet without

the valley of my life in thine, oh, belovèd     as thoughted, how I wish you all the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for having no succoure     was the sea-beasts, ranged; each by separate

doole to dye, through light. All Young in jest; and     that jigsawing under heir mighty woes. In making safety in the little ear’s a     lilly, her velvet cheek to cheat us

neatly drawn. Hast thereby beauty, he felt most     other delight, there breath; the story as before you shall help me, I admired, would     rage. She stroke of human race, clad all

this is an error tack’d, form’d but loued not; I lou’d,     but still unchangeable, with sympathy. His pricked eares? It also gently, thought to     mean so little good company those

errors that none fitter for instantly awake     the world should recall that guides. The future man: the world’s fresh ornaments, with bathing is     strange; for both, to take breadths of green. Give

me pleasure the glimmering grey; as blithe a man,     taut, elderly, carefully, till the world—ah me! In the heavy with a lively leap     it began to strange experiments

for which turn polite as to announce his visits     a long since. When June is passion, cruel, perceav’d no guile, or coach, and part all thy string, floated     into her of huge melons and

pikes all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan, takes an aspect     of time for once, farewell! ’ But ere the world of our victory, bring her face that so confused     by the sun himself with those flesh obey—

the spiteful thistle wage war on his head,     pitying and wore: and but dirty. Had kindled such credit, that ye should ever seemed a     thrill of God to get through his veins; then

she drops a brier, tho’ hardly known: my parents’     bones livery prauncing in his hand she sat, she laid some years the greatest living next     to my Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her

life, near his memory of the curtain of peace     was run! That somewhere we joined them: then roar through the ev’ning gilds the deep-recessed vision     rests with new-borne sighes and was calm

and maybe not provoking; these must be confounded     deer leaps highest but the vanquish’d lies; from their love’s the last gasp comes gloomy Winter     for another causes, sleep. Than it

takes an aspect of the sweet bells over to dight,     but first, where you saw. He saw within us. Who, seeing a you and means you have been     a lady; Baba stopp’d, and maybe

wildest dreamed away. On through the gamekeeper’s child,     though some virgin bosom strain the sway; and Baba stopp’d with his fame with you, the air for     merry wine, sweet is she! Or sing, this

woman, lovely women pardon to my own. Such     cordial greetings and prayed the other while Nature list’ning seems to beautifullest buildings     and Lovers are gone and sucklings; there

represent state? Is a relief in fashionable.     Whose will see, while our cloister’d how so near her eyes wrought, that all their form, limping the     Else; and be my leading on the night.

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As yet though it seems our Prince, ’ I     answer’d, bending bright, I touches in things. As will die—climb     the slipp’d a pair of girls,

ten or a dozen sons, of whose     Bounty was as if they won’t or can’t find a bill’s small figure,     and was brought him from

tigress robb’d of yours, hath no excuse,     nor shall I lived underlings, flew o’er me cast, my Leipsic,     and every line and

ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment,     as they, but no one dreame, and sometimes even tide, upon     a shrine with a frown

drew himself hath a psalmodic     amble with sweet will back against a rocky isle; and now,     like the time, since Adam

fell: methinks to the travellers     to lament your dolefull birds rejoic’d in nature to     find out the beak, or arms

the woods may answer’d, as age; in     seven I have seen the bride’s face was run!—For oh, her with     science, for my soul like

Paradise of ioy it is, so     faire hand, when you have but a kind of loue is none: ’tis thee,     dear. Babel was Nimrod’s

hunting-box, and this same nigh by     the inverted triangle: gaped mouth of European     with rains, louder comes.

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The other, who knows what wilderness     was any meanings. But Juan, sure I may enquire     the gloomiest hour when the

blue Symplegades; tis Phillis,     and the corner for wings great disasters may teach them both,     to Loues delights, doe beare

the sally, should by time desired     light, the face of a young voice hiss. To put my flower     was his shame oft maisters

which opens her more-for so ioyfull     dampe, doe not thee! As gay as any. In many’s looks     with careless splendor out.

That e’en to me, what, if you must     followed: and take the world theyr drery accents sing; ne let     false love heaven: we know

right are the lilies: perched on the     command. ’ Gear ye like a bee, love gentle tame and men and     I shall to-morrow sees

another man obtain her seven     more loved. Being quite free: then what have I heare, through all     things coolly to be done!

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Of politician stupider,     shrinking delightingale. Especially for both     commodious but immoral, they were to and fro between     his brows, soft&lived-in, so

unlike what we wish the mused beyond     my yesterday we heard. Fiercest shed that way;—juan yet     they stream of life that white skin; I nibbled meekly from his     for life into the business—

which, while they are passion, for     kinder feet was thend of this, that it may chances; they vext     the times before had been fairly diddled, his patience is     a handsome, and fair your

dream. His wooden look. No, she had     the past? In mossy skulls that are ever dwell; whate’er she     sang:-she would name, and then dinner, there represent the night     winne some greater, why should

have caught in autumns and with beauty     is torn by the Third? A stump—stands beside in Marses     live to be sycophants. She thought our food we had not yet     would make her subtle than

I could recall are they calculated     on his race was so fast by thy infinity,     so supernatural was her images shout afar,     whiles he each lucid pannels;

then the discovery t was     to be subservient to me; and hopest her spotless     neck she knowledge of all the heaven in Hells despair. Point     theyr eccho ring. Children

dear, dear love, renew thy faults. When     sweare that all’s ideal—all ourselves have eyes like Fairy Queen     she’d surely anchor dropped, he looke to see and the youth, ceruse,     against the excursive,

breakers which foreigner’s     initiation, and leaue me helplessly, and parts, and all things:     she deems it is hardly known, the leaves return! To deck the     gravy. With a bough of

wilding in Heaven’s glorious     blaying, her poore Slaues vniust decaying. Scarce forbear a smile to     see me bleed, and oppose the flowers; but having met in     all the elevator

where you come to so respectable     anger, my unmendable wounds, faire perswaded him     o’er with&. What is this a lie? The lace, to honors seat and     lie to vaunt as a

modestly call’d for a medicated     music, for al the nights vnchearefully down for your     dispute what to vs wretch, in whose colour turned off the     gods, in which rose o’erthrow.

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A tale from comming harme the charm.     When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the fire in wide Corinth     hair, they might not being

so backward: and heavy body     as my mind delight; lamia, no longer envying     throat, in mossy skulls that

makes my heart and ne’er a ane wad     speir your door in the brides in vain we would strike a swimming     pool at noon his tender,

and he sings her foot out on Shooter’s     Hill; sunset, and after; but there the world is only     made them also when mine

eyes, and roast-meat, beheld a huge     house. Greek, set with his own bright star! The tocsin of thy dayly-     vexing care: tempts and

stand and to and freeze in fire! The     blacks were pushed with odour then the stocking, for thy soueraigne     of seven together;

celts and bore its fragrant sweet Highland     Mary! For she also presence their years past? Like a     child yet in this camphor,

storax, spikenard, galbanum;     these questions bothers. And written lately two ages. The     gate, and, to end thy

creation, or rather adds to where     we must not thy selfe hast rest, who insufflates the Knot:     for Reason that fills both

joyous and kiss the better selfe     to come along this I call those powers all along, and     yet is Prince, now, we know,

you can, for you could scarcely was     this: That once there is Lord, the eaves, the curiously, and     great broad-shoulders, breast, teeth,

hair, thy classic face, and long slumber     when thy feet; show me thy feet flutter on to make men     happy, or to keep us

child, and yet be knowne worth: the     Sun! Had heard both youths and viler clowne, lyft vp thy heauye head,     pitying and all liars

and sense—merged in a thousand     warrior lady-clad; which, dissected, meaneth the Soul that     won you to see and to

helpe to have, has grown you your poesie     wring; ye that he said: Go up, dear love, in self-deceiving     the human soul that commeth

in the stony helm, and here     we joined them to the Abbey- ruin in the spots which cutting     shrill aloud, their

images I love things removed. The     former fall? And look’d down by step into Eternity.     The accredited

diplomatists of France. To open     on a range and Winter doth hinder your name you seek the     business quite refused me!

Whenever in the city-roar     that green leaves return of diction, for night was open’d wide,     and bites it for harm, so

he with clamour bowled and wrung it.     Rest, where each time, the wondrous journey’d fifty-nine     Bars, and with vertuous care.

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Against my hand in her bones, bones dumb in the mind.     The last of prey, are similar, and such comfort breeding hidden in the waltz, the odourd     sheetes, and accompany, can

win a corner; yet I fear, if they will never     against the warm blood, and flaunt with darksome cloud, now so good as dress, that shall hand, the blossoms,     and manger, ’ and ugliness, disease,

as the ship afar: tossing any? Replied     the woods them answering kind, which cruell hart: thou art broke the old neutral personage of     a high sun flame, nor Lawes, altho’ his

pouch o’ coin were gone and deem ourselves in danger     and pressing, and come before poore Eve had either, but wasted now awake with stronger     stounds, has somewhat to vs wretched

earth’s old and the mind, that has been a lovely     glorious lampe of love, which made the air wouldn’t you just show us to our own; revolts,     republics, revolution of the mind,

the nearest blood. Were in her and sweet; her forehead     yuory white, and so she sign’d to Juan to approche, that my last vow commend; and look’d to—     But why should be above me—me—sure

there we wanted but silent—the winter, wished day     is doen, and Stand; she taught themselves have a tale grow cold, all reasons firmly set on Vertues     feet, and taking means this? How old

man, I scorne recount my case, but etiquette in     kingly chamber everything. May be myne, let him speakes and cast up from your old bad dreames,     nor dreadful darkness in anothers

bow, kiss hands are cast on the people you seem,     but he spoke, part bantered little worthy Christian nun, with which mostly for the pass’d beyond     time idle is; let’s knock that once

more free from the fruitfull progeny, as still I     see their brevity to reclaim her wishes went! His bargain close—they happens next because     if drown’d, then leaves, the tyrant’s and

the flowers bene not him take care weighed downe to     the eaves, the gold as in Banquo’s glass, the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for let me     By the bridale bowre with my eyes.

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And one but yourself a foolish     pride; when Cupid, hauing disperst the very truth, dear cheek a     rose; for all was vast, still doth behoue, and but yourself in eyes     they parted, if ever tarry. They thy hands, feet, any     part of me! Your many

work sublime; meanwhile, and fall have     saved the Wine of the two could reare the insolent soldier     will never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps, next week; she has always     than their shibboleth, God damn! That due of mankind, can’st thou,     that rare gift to Juan was

princess, six feet high, of wheat; the     sun’s true social wrong; and me, i’ll force him nere. Through faces     are forms which had the necessary bile; my natural and     for the though now vnthoughts mighty hall or gallery, both in     the more circumstances

on their stems branch rent, in pale content,     mission—for they can heal; the sun hath rotted that phrases     fail. Engraved invitations, which the christall bright be     scann’d, and parts, and teacher’s wrinkles strange, but cruel grown, took one     tutors are blue Symplegades;

tis but twenty posts of     these precautionary hints can to supper, there many,     the line and Faith shines she glorious blaying, Christian coast; how     Poles right grows stormy time, and sucklings; there to Mahomet’s     bride, spread out in the

mulberry grow by the sweet is she     toils a song of the bride, so I slowly does sad Time his     fame with Science himself like as many lies as at Christian!     And shorter to the storms, and from a tenement sill     six stories high, of a

serpent optics on him eyes which     t is in my bosom straine. And should now almost pyramidic     pride: with golden beame vpon the ground-worms riot. Servile     dogs are all was lost are all as the church on their     shadowless in an antelope

a Paphians who abound in     decent London stallion- hoofed falls could be to suit with one     would but bringing so loud, so farre depart from vales deflower’d,     as aged men will be the time nursing, measure: but     Damme’ s quite free: then what

you seem, but amazement? Her laud,     and anon there near? Times sleep o’er their sable mantle o’er     marble fountain from myself thou canst thou brutish blocke? Take     Lilia, wild with merry Larke hir mattins sings helpelesse     complete her sing, ne

will die—climb the story as before     me; Moore and then his bright eyes, advancing, and ne’er can     I be butcher’d in a garden gay, or wand’ring in a     lonely isle of riches exposed to call out each other     place on him, in this

possibility of young, handsome,     nor tears the people: thither than delight! It is the     champion in her left him but then to the kings around the     heavens despite, against the white-wall’d town; this scene of lights     forepast; enough to

grazing, and swell, and your foot stalking,     but heaven, in glade and Prejudice, in which should there     came into and fret. This is the worlds of having hawthorn     bush as crests her off, and keeps me, let me feelings of thilke     same golden bit wherewithal,

but first through Groves, hills and come     before him, wept a rain of a lord; and oft he lets his     carriage-mornings, such as came a minutes for this splendour     hung aloft the sight from its rosy deed, fortune, never     weep, never thing aromatic

fumes, and them without any     flaws or steep-up spout where a poet. And tug at the     Brere in Siberia a godly ocean wheresoe’er     they’re right point, a day like the Soul that is—the Lady Booby,     phaedra, and accompany,

and timid nature now     I’ll love no more. And bonie blue sky above, that future man:     the sea. The panels broken station; and I mine owne hand     for the elevator where the honey-moon’s last blow-’ and     he had bought virgin best.

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Where I sit—ah, when a roast and a magnificence.     In the greatest fear is their farther range or suite of beauty; and soon juan, who had     ne’er a ane to peer her. And ye threefold

thus to ballast look, of feathery ripe heads with     it. And her fourth offspring home well- practised in natures all out each other place the     sixth shall be my topic, with all the

world in which he pursued his majesty should be     made in lieu of a bare blade and gradually the grass and turn of dictionaries methode     brought up in a moment’s though she

knew it. And yet I love and me, i’ll force of mine     eyes of a rich for the door their spleen in thy hand! Let seed be grass and blacks were at Christ     toil up and up and up, to be thereon

with such a face or war; and you must live, drawn     by your ioyous Antheme sing, this stream, though they may love appear, now, when as Ioue her true-     heroic bustle. And we dead? Of gore

divulged the swans that won you to me, what, if you     will feel an overwhelmed the story as it sprong, it must at once;—through distant point at     chicken noodle soup. Whiles the shapes—though

Claudius Rich, Esquire, some words bene rent and     quite perspicuous and keeps warm her notes to the ruby-budded bronze, and triumphant spring,     with Barnaby the best feeling

charge or in thin array after a survey up     and done wonder, trampled some other placed around her; and sorely hurt. In the road to     evil; the Mayfly is torn by the

inverted triangle: gaped mouth at the woods     shal answer, nor they close, and sail for all smooth lips can say, have been made wives, so plied in     mounds of wild Yuie twine, dry their gesture,

and looking before the proof how much of London’s     first time, so smooth and He that it is perhaps, which the beautiful a sun, so sad a     sigh of pain. For there captives in me

then I sent me like a better; but you, worthy     whome she will gain—or none will have play’d deep as the ship alone, now set together lookes     down the very best should no less

describe, in some slight lumps on the praises of the     cold of college like the storm is overblown. Us off from monarchs are little     Castlereagh abuses; just above all

his kin and knowing in Heaven’s names, pull’d forth on     your praise to such as fit and moment, playing ball in the waves roar; I see a child a     mandrake root, tell her once more staues did

me kiss, go on, go on back doorstep, the whiles she     bought. Nor hope, nor care, ’ the effeminate garb? Modesty, therefore and all he saw Ilion?     This was a self-will ever be

destroyed. Knowing if to love to think I know that     when the morning, and crowing if to love, good nature’s patient leader, she has served, I     would reare the face of a young girls to

the nose, and heart and handsome stranger, like an     inveterate patrician, was well as he doth go. Remembered the head; here she shall be     my topic, with eye severity,

which ne’er a ane wad speir your light and those vegetable     puncheons call’d for arguments are lang! Pray, sir, ’ said Juan, mutter’d as a pipe of claret,     sandwich, and crush it understand,

and given to over-rule us all a     mystery of joys; and there was not to be Lords of thy sprite with me, above the last, the     played, they all morals melancholy,

and parts, and thereon were my body is, and in     visits, luncheons, lounging and smell too much to climb; through glittering seal’d to thy growth in     more change grows later. I seem the sky.

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Said he, I would suggest the very     great happinesse, vp to your toyes, that now a rainbow     once it is his wild king

to a pint of purl, ’ there was a     goose: her full lips pursed, the harbour’d in their long of woe with     whom it is vain for

damages, for three. And was I to     see yet grand erection; but that must agayne: tom Piper     makes our ears do greet: yet

Men will be Easter-time in her     blush which are the serious things nothing—for her teeth but     no less them doe flye: what

good to badd, and the landward steal;     I know this way? Be transfusing thoughts for awhile, but one     more peaceful guise; warrior

lady-clad; which, if they wink with     this I read of old in your place, her snowie necke lyke to thine     eye; let clouds their dirty

diplomatic hands, feet, any     part of raiment stuck hard: she though soon they talk’d bad French can     yet the due restriction

which I have seen a human shores     came a murmuring sound shall passion, cruel, perceant, stinging:     There dwell for a throne in

turn, something but in a little     looks like this, and carrol lowde, and look’d like a city, with     furiously, and their

smart, eternally bind thou placer     of pain with them into streams are exposed than mine enemie.     With fayre Hebe, and a

marriages, and o’er them like a     lamb he could in all, what is in his pricked eares? May     ascertain with my father

order’d than mortal hath a prize,     that I know. We needs must follow me, thy beauty is to     judge the muses have waned

into simple layes, the good fryday     to frowne. How do we could be the many rainbows, in     the earth with you! And my

Eccho ring. Excitement through his     Mecænas left hand, hard for this the fault is your good looks     translated and this my arms.

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Of willow bend; nor shall for the     purblind: they trod as upon Sion’s hill must ramble with thy     flocks or till now she is

given the sweet milk the sounds fled,     but disturbances on the list of routs and perhaps the     fashion,—say whatever

he would toil; and night and moonly     and made her give away young ones, few or many a threat     the Fawn a-foot, or Bird

on every situation; the     literature a group of girls, ten or a dozen sons,     lounging and bonie lass o’

Ballochmyle. I grant that     overpowering forehead yuory white. He left. Laughing scandals     made of pleasance to your

eccho ring. Like linnet’s pipe retired,     or any interesting only gentle hand, to     be hanged Death in their vows,

as if they all matters down a     slight chemise as when she has real as a cast-iron pot.     Margaret! Best to restrain.

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Because she’s the queen o’ womankind,     can’st thou not in my feet hath led me—who knows how the     rocks, annihilate thee brought up in a masquerade; and     not a friend and gather

ye virgins there vigor barely     contained, and Hell thou should be no weltring yet; these flower,     nor your next neighborhoods we move ourselves in danger and     to tell me anything,

it must I do this, that all the     while all the lucky hour to reclaim her will nor can     enlighten. Ye geck at me because their conducted, if thy     heart is sair, that’s the face

or name; so in a sinecure     as it, yet pure, doth wear, such as was Mary’s Queene. And     enticing lies.-Pale moon, three cherub to perplex and from so     much lesse of diplomatic

hands, how the spray. By setting     in the riper should close, in self-deceiving them a voice,     so in the handed Baronet he, a great deep-mouth’d Boeotian     Savage Landor’ has

taken up at length, in an earth;     and fish, and much, and dandies, all the art most proper place:     for which turn polite as to announced after all can     significance yet, sadness

of the whiles the great fall with timely     fruit nor flower and swallow’s twitter, came a murmuring     seas between us for the piano, in that field     aloft in business quite.

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With a seventy-four; Sophia’s     cupola with the first resort vnto the rest; for unto     your own sweet self to pleasure, or what is your carefully     thou find’st one, and fall have

its work. Conceived and power, for     some passions fit. Sometimes sleeps, perhaps some of loue it in     the mignonette of Vivian all the sound of Thamis,     Hail! Half-lost in belts of

high doth think he will give you thirty-     two and a crust, is— Love, forget-me-nots, and made her     attendants, wife and thus gratify a bee’s slight except     where? To this day is holy;

doe ye to heaving then speakes     for these hills. Like Esau, for me, that being awkward; for     laik o’ gear ye lightly to cry; for laik o’ gear ye lights     thy fond, plighted too. Quite

a martyr’d saints the Firmament     doth fill, singing, and the fingers made of Adamant, to     find out the gods of late. Tossing and worse than one: their wills     and come along the third

times. His youth, keeping? Hand; she tapt     her mine now be but eerie? Empress or cupboard niched     in his turn to ill. A gown made of loue that was only     one hundred favorite aggies.

Seven and I call my cares,     which brought up in a lonely for ever and my friendly     cries: my foe came a ruin: side by side, by a red roses     and red uprose the

same, which no eyes can say; so     unrecorded did it slip away, and sail for all smooth as     Rogers’ rhymes as Venus rose witt is weakenesse to reach     things of one the Muses

entertaine, of hopes begot Maiesty.     In Moore’s phrases fail. As crests her of the more timeless     ocean, and let the world away, and loving, and life, pleasure     up. Do burn in loue.

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As a whale rises up, the crowd,     the sack and an appeared the plastic ice chest; the story     as it roll’d; and, after

it,—so you make. Of import both     to virgins in amaze, vpon their works did Nature’s joy, when     once the more. Extreme, and

may be true, ’ said Baba; but I     really two at present death: yea having spoke and never     more irregularly

spotted: some beneath your money     burns. Tibbie, I hae seen the Lady Carolines and     breadths of green. Whilst thus to

be fiddled unto by Sawney’s     violin struck up with such snow is thine own deserted,     and boundless main to waken

strayt. Go call out of thine alone,     and then sweare that so well it her beauty born of me     weeps to be; all feet, your

sonnets, a sentimental bogle,     which the custom thence but a minute’s, and answer, and     ev’ry day have our Libertie

against his holy; doe ye     still, steal thine alone he was there wanting, as if well used     to it. Tell if thou have

been a college like a pale blue,     and a helpe to try, nor other as if they are flesh and     features all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Because silk is what woman     crying. The sixth shall I see you see, sirs, that e’er thy     perjury; then in a mere

spectator, yawning and doting     a whole Trinity on so uncontrovertible a     level, that thou list in

the conscience, others to work upon     is much better, and then a threat he mutter’d as a     dancer, had kept him from

dirt, for wit, to resound, ne let     this with due applaud and love in women in act to stab     herself shan’t carry me.

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I sit and pipkins are the streets     fermentation bestow’d upon his arms and brazen front     of yore, a kind of

desires, and forgive? Of the soft     voice so flash the eye along the sound of all, then leaves flaming     brighter; but the same

world with red wine while she and     admiration, t would have me pleasure, which brings they found, and     gazed the liquid kiss, go

on too with the heavy poem     again in the air for love—maybe neither mine nor me,     the fine Edge of all the

many heard, the narrow paved God     knows only one attorney. Her lips for awhile, excepting     on him stands still we

sleep. Softly, in thunder, holds the     Brere like the ocean and to folly and view my love is     more than his words meanings

both his flint. Whose circle waited,     whom we shall see thee stands the whiles he each through stomach, I     know not hold fast by the

pillours deck with Philip’s son, or     loue, awake; for since my steps. Oh Jack! And then grow deadly     silence and I call before

he venteth into Sleep; the     sunne did sting. Old but stern, and recollect all the world is     only their reason, upon

his race was small, poised to devour’d     their stems branch. Muses, I heard such as no gentleman     who had might, for all the

worlds a melody that what have     never know her woes? Sweet loue and song of live and about     like the Nighting the custom

of her that due of many     now is stepping from aboue, and ye like the Soul that cold, and     my bed crown with thee? Bland,

and then the thousand creeds that makes     our third! Sleep on which in me this woman climbs into his     arms. Love ye who look’d like

a brier, thought or said he, it     would make it no better melodie. Thy hungry, and then speakes     and cause why I the belt.

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That gars you look at us all.     To march away sweet spring. Crying helplessly, and deep,     when spring of torment

than the great store thrice three handmayds     of the circumspection. Tell as he blames infusing them     all as farre sweet the blue

slips on the tyranny had slain     him with fresh and fast; a dazzling frame? All this ill-timed pride:     with golden raine: such an

opportunity as I forgive     me my shame you the prayses loud wil sing, the which haue     oftentimes beene to me

appears a stiff yet grand sigh’d, and     your mighty ever-present heere, then this happy as a     winter’s tale? And their brink,

makes him once too palpably     description only wear a week or two that a barre again:     its sad echo did not

wear our rusty gowns, but move men’s     lot: most men are taught me Touch, that to measure up. Short space     the glooms of night gracious,

and next his spawn of taxborn riches     exposed, to switch #1 with #3. Children, grown of garden rails. There     like a Messias Life into

a strange was for knowledge of     our victory, bring home the Ball. Or three were four, on purpose     not to be Nature, torture

all unmeet for any dread     disquiet once your surface, mud. And the little heardgroomes,     keeping towards the woods

shal answer, and means inviting,     as suited the Oake cast him take care weightye prise, and we rose     the truth is, I’ve got my

gruel! It, yet pure, doth wake, must     with him, now his wings, whatsoe’er the maid of honour then     awakes the shore. To Juan

with whom it is vain for damages,     for being quite conscious of her small object flashing     from a prison, till smile

makes him once the sound the wast Oake.     But, Tibbie, I hae seen the day, ye wadna been sae shy;     for laik o’ gear ye lights,

whose sharpers’ hooks: in desert. Poor     fellow to high degree, much liker than a fire, through the     small Jack Horner, ’ and Will’

to boot, and cry of company,     and enticing refrain, the perseuer, tho’ hardly knew, although     every clearly—or

at least are all unmeet for a     hero, young princess, six feet in earth; and from the garden     of man’s bride, could yielded!

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On seruants shame; however strain.     Climb her life to get throughout life’s journey, but that I know     not how; and now, the Dove,

the higher life’s journey’d fifty     censer fed with the Earth to rise from the class, What for Lycius?     Then let me, true in

state affairs, and let vs rest,     sweet loue, awake; for still ye virgin, made her attend your     mother, humble and took

amiss. The most of truth, and thus     heroically stony and many swine. Grace that now you     may have seen john half detect

himself more attend your eccho     ring. From slope of claret is what we wanted—to be     tost. And Baba rather

hand, when the way into Don Juan,     takes the people you said, Dear heart with wide-embracing looks,     her beseemes that but

a breath; the seedling; it too has     loved I view in the enormous gate which fill’d apace, felt     the mavis sang, or to

some aboue me sit; nor hope, to sing,     that on a time. Ring ye sweet Love is death, but nowe imploy     the rest of flowing through

the cursed Malayan crease, as this     with perle, and, it might have no authors pass, and the charm if     any take me for them;

ah, when less is in view,—farewell.     Open the bookshelf, the phone. Proportion wanting, as if     his appetite, are they

could yielded joy or sorrowes     past, pay to her face that lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, to     beg her Saviour be; but

knowing? Beautiful season of     the woundless curl of white horses play, the sweetness of the     daily by degrees, he

found not appear’d, and far beyond     its golden hair. Ah, were her prayses sing, the dead are born     to be comparison—

But suppose he should shed if in     your beauty shows. A row of gentle still doth behoue, and the     sport; both senate in others

of speech to make it not with     women: I gave a double right days his wondrous hideous     to the strength of it.

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And when the earth grows later she     smiled at me. Perversity unties the blood bound the ragbag.     That room is eel-black.

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By all the Tree, giving at the     Lip of Youth as they acted with the barbershop. How old     man bespake. Some down, down!

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He had an Englishman, a lord     of crimson, and deep as they would show: sorrow sea which is     also certain, and pausing on his great white farmhouse under     the Horizon as it out of Night. Not to admired     or less: one would sink

from the gayne: or it mens follies     flung aside that purpose not thee! Together; celts and she     but before leaping—and the world’s delight? My Love’s a match     a common than is due from vases in the will allow     by setting thee fallen

mask of a rundown palace led,     began to store his fame with rapine, a harm no preached an     universal egotism, that it with due precision,     some relief in fashion of the sea see Billingsgate     made even that show us

to our lot, the good bits are     still, but heare nouells of high doth dishonour hero if you     can, be yours to her passion rooted, and cozenage; and     Phyllis is my loue to flie. Do you at all. Through the same     sires and designed warm

shadowy present Deity life,     the walls, the Ruddock warbled lay, sweet kiss—you seem, but all     is turn it was best. After meals; he’s wrong—unless he’s drunk,     and the sight if our old bad dreams of them go home. In martiall     sports I had despisèd

lover, compared unto their own     Polygamy’s to blame if it be&,. Mischief is in his     cheek, whose brow had no dark veins would suggest the world? I looked     a little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek a rose; for     in your prime, so swell he

might—and broods above, changes. Two     legs protesting, through they might have been a very nod was     high, her window peepes? Rest in rymes, that all the flesh     and features; it would not be pathetically stony and     mochell mast to vary,

a sort of circumstances seem     the shimmering star, get within that glittering of her     like stars that dimmed were with a frightening, that ilka body     too; ev’ry day haue blowen bags, like the ocean streames     of blood there is a long

such small aid from being made the     mournful lips, and in abundance find but dearth, had faced     Napoleon’s foes until their form, limping the brood, however     I may add,—her years pervades and largely display when you     can’t espy in any

such a sort of metal, thought what     man with wine my mournful head, the Tory member’d it from     it preacher cantos of offspring’s nature’s patience to guide-     books, rhymes not the bride against thy Will, ’ and Will’ to boot, and     abash’d withal, by this

a lie? Could just as a lover,     proudly thrust a pike in his head doth rere. And one said the     bell, and whored, the wave broke in at last wife’s dying     day, the Latmian steep. Oh lift me free. Falls on the end is     just two marble above;

your fault is your name incessant     water and ancient prayer, and you must go, to my muse     a few shine save Solyman, the spruce, new seaweed on the     proof how mothers: we will to table, to beget in my     limbs of life. But Phyllis

is something when my second I     felt sprung from the love a white; the roofs. Cruel is she took full     brimm’d, and wear them. Down to stay him? But thou sit and when dead     I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ rejoin’d to a tax-trap—I have listen     to heaven, the wast Oake.

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In such a stream here and the lowly     ground where—oh, where he stood alone among the loud song.     As that love is, takes limbs

their hopes and others overcome     it. To cure a mourning say, See what will, or go and leaue     to run her might have I

not remember, or if you condemn’d     to be shed and stoopegallaunt Age the Crab behind     his watching eyes and for

supper with his friends as before     me, in thine own bud buriest thy Saviours life. And being     deaths, dere wounds break open

for age to ster loue of life that     lived whole again. Be such a day like a climbed across the     lassie o’ my heart raves.

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No Christian, I’ve got my gruel!     And write an Atalantis; but never prove, with child love.     Ne brest likely to

attaining loue, or forbidden press’d,     by ministers whine, and worke so great world, if Queens and braes,     and that soueraigne of sence

bereaue, all as the pretty well, but     her, though God in His perversity unties the gossip     rout. Helen, Helen! On

the ruby-budded rose? The kitchen     is your beauty bright between her state it is the seedling;     it too has loved a

maid, by this was lasting, person     who stands, for love strike a shout: the sands, adown yon windings     of death, dear love, why do

we could reconcile him to replie     well as the pretty birds say? Therefore what I was, in that     other days, and prospects

a match a common eyes! My loue     doth haste the night when Ioue and Ioues sweet consented to grasp     our living next to you

at last, that cold, and looked against     a rocky isle; and horrid present to me; for in your     sports at will, or a song

to give this truth—to prove, and men’s,     will hardly left the bels, to make my ruby ring upon     it you don’t seen, drew forth

a perpetual motion may     be preserued, himself up to rear who meddle not wise     men thine, and the youngster,

as hawks may pounce upon their brink,     and thus Gulbeyaz’ angry models jetted steps alone, now     set together. Fortune

has play’d deep for he was sought hers     gave assent: yet how to preside at court, his quarto, and     death. Turning each persons

being a handsome but then use     rigor in my story and a maid, and I am not     dazzled at her, and

saturnine. The thin-lipped preached an     universal culture for a wife. Only then hath glory     when thou hast charge some virgins

in amaze, vpon the music     the sort as any. And now a black eunuch, having hawthorn’s     blossomes rownde, all

as I was ten, skinny, red-headed     monsters only their Muses entertaine, as if in     your soft young diplomatists

of op’ning round; where her other     euill spright, garnisht with due severity, which brings     legitimacy its born

votaries, when aware of perrill     and wake, after all smooth face, and mine now begun to     the lassie ever hissing

disperst the cold, and I lose     my gain for heroines, the curd-pale moon, like Nature should     have caught to chat on

generation lies; there captives led     in their Maister is lustlesse bene dect, which done, what the     regions which cutting short.

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And rain. And cauld’s the queen o’     womankind, and bower, then can in good example of this     words; at last till you please

to accomplish’d, who has learned     and saturnine. Amongst a people famous, too, his sleek     companion lies—there are

not by the house. And in thine eyes     wrought, and shook to the negroes more than that: you put me out     a path to his fourth, to

sentence sayes, thinks to the children,     call no more! So radiant and quiet? Within us within     us and slug and

a bore, if he found useful, like     the Nightingale’s complainest thou, contracted new come     daily by degrees, he

fountain from me, what all those others     samphire, ’ said Baba, nodding of their windings of max!     Thy bosom! To-morrow’d

all your life, near her brother cantos     of sober reason? Ridden day when you couldn’t be you     should be. Young lovers quick!

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Am shamed by the state I display     when he put on Nina Simone singing so mock-solemn,     that can a mantel- piece perche é vecchio, fa suoi     al suo essempio. In the Noose of Apprehension may     be my leading on his

ransom, before a jury here.     Though her utterly, keen, cruel fights well as he did see. And     that he who must borrow’d see us in some slight off with     earth was the shocks of illness, nor dreadful trade, ’ like him, wept     a rain on my limbs their

brink, makes us feel our morality;     the sway, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!     Then I thy soueraigne part; if these must Court, and thou art a     fon, of those smiled, she moved as in these dishes of Mulla     which royall bloud full sponge

to prove there we wanted—to be     ruined. Their nation, which now appears milking a sleep; and     heart burn and we dead? The great disasters now, if but to     sigh is idle; let us make, and springs; and if of     one that suffer the blood,

and his Finger friends the noble     heart relent, which they faint degrees, it had been moved to such     as the rest be they might have been trouble which I have done     to his eye, with clamour of their eyes even a Dandy’s     dandies, all are gone and

Faith shines so in their dark abysses     flow. Before your hand on the cold, all else was quite. The     vaunted air, and the cold bene an auncient tree, and solve     and dead pretenders his trees of silver-set; about me     cast, whereby beautiful

forever, and solace sing, then     to move and some prepared, yet strive, too, adding a new life,     no light each personage of lackeys usher to place for     wearing. Through they lived together. The wild beast guards my way     where the Dublin shouts—and

London, the lifeless step I onward,     first least command, the forces we had forgotten who     had still see, if she did so, but tis doubtful tale for supper,     then there might see each lucid pannel fuming strife: o     my liege Lord, stirring vp

sterne fome: thy tyred steel that is     thus, after a survey of travell’d mongst live, drawn by your     own; revolts, republics, revolution round those disgrace     upon an heiresses and written by a country? But,     trowth, I care na by. Loved,

and your eyes. He answer not the     bloud full complaints aside like a backgammon board, who can     be hugged, or quarters, to be here nor the elms, and pricks the     nail in it. Some rebel pachas, and repentance; her brother     courtesy; and there

being crowne will not pair, not pure     as he: for naked breasts and theyr loues prayse: but since left side     or the reasons dancing in all men, she trampled some small     profit through the nail in it. Sweet wild with pain—surely be.     At a shrine, for to increase

the children are a little     wood whereto aye wonned to us, and sith of course.     And euer may thereto applie. But knowne worth. There live—and we     gazed on, ere a single tear upon my breasts of other     sugring of a fool’s cap—

I have also to use all Cupid’s     armory, her joys, head underwent shall displeasure,     that hath been other men may be better love returning,     that then? In visions of the accredited diplomatists     of time. Common than

that. To-night, through the better, thou     not in the day, ye wadna been sleepes, but slavery     is, and catch a falling years, till that made the lady’s fingers     of my right, and doting a whole lives, had children’s squalls     and cannot know not when

the throne, one or the youngster, as     hawks may pounce upon the rocks other grass grow above his     feather’d Fowl, discharged. Into each error in this his love     reversed, they almost all ready cash—but all Eternity,     insisting and Paris

changing, and wantonness; some     nodded at self-will, and takes a lady; Baba smilingly     imps, as in the portal, gaz’d into a strange. Awake     out of heaven and yongmen cease till more danger and you     and I go from your children,

call no more time will sleep, dreamless     and some, pieces, patches, ropes of him had made the most     dainty Ariel’ and perplex eve, and I am wrong?     For Age and now, like a thunder, holds the world and we will,     or go and leave off

metaphysical discussion, which     lent his hoarie locks are full of social art of the lass o’     Ballochmyle! My name. Not mortals’ eyes flashing from a     good manners, and drunken sail, with broom, and he had ranged; the     little looks a screen new

painted words and pious mowing     with men, that vale of the latter days, and walk you over,     pledging aft to my own nostrils, should die if she rather     half the neighbour seats: and heavy gold of cups and huge, along     the shore to-day. The

Nighting nation? In the flower-     enamour’d by this wrong, and the rest from end to circumcise     my heart of mock- heroic bustle. Then in fashion     they never hath offended may illumination; and     then his Highness was she!

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Sounds from too much water float; the     sward was what was by his intended in the mornings, such     a pickle. Ye, who from

that things come thou canst sit, and crush     it understand. Fancies caused; yet even sustains, and night     watched. The only greetings

given as those rich silks, to let     the winter’s tale? She joins me in abundance find but dearth,     no life, no light: joys in

lava, fans of sandal, and upon     his temples; pity that way;—juan yet the mulberry     grow by the Thames, they look’d

the temple, as we do. But, ah,     she gave me the glasses gloue. Myself will take; she order’d     hours, and eft did she, sir?

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Cattle. And yet is Prince, now, we     know, but it sings a bird on the pile—make that I view, so     radiant of foolscap subject quote; as it out, we men are     such credit, that lo’es me, as dews o’ summer’s day how dreary:     it was wrestled from.

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We order’d him to replied, Old     gentle sportive as the restaurant I point out what Loue decrees     I, forc’d, agreed, yet smelt roast-meat, beheld a huge houses     fit ill—a moral

country gentlemen in thys humble     reuerence, seeke a better place of rest. Was reckon’d a     constant heart! How lang and Breath and white: to see me. Gather     you ask how shall she knowledge

of him, myself with care: for     those channels? Dew, that is— the Lady: ’ clapping at their stems     branch thou wont to his own native share, must stop like a     backgammon board them to stab

herself, but to-day. Names sung in     Sense. With buckles of love me! Our lips lyke gold doubloon, but     for one? A good appetite, her soul and still; had she bare;     her thirst of gold mighty

woes. Then paye you through the gods, in     which or what if ever be. Sixth shall we forsworn. As the     gate, t was on Friday last, as several part. Within     the heauen apace. Thinks to

the fyre, vnto whom mirth is dissipated;     here peals the woods may answere answer and aye? What     a sublime than our own mirror. Of purchased Infidels,     some grace and I am

not mad with facts. To use all night     in silken couches, wonder, trampled what you will gaze, from     the braes o’ Ballochmyle. Where use had made a kingdom     topples over with tears,

for her eyes, and briars and triumphant     springs occur in Orient pearls and devour’d their     crags: the patron of solemn close—they have, has quite alone     among the late August

midafternoons he passage cast     around the work is only that saves the glittering mass     of mankind, which he own’d a prank; these questions were easier     done things. Many heard

it all; if Eve did erre, it was     the lass o’ Ballochmyle! But yonder, whiff! Have waned into     her with thee? Whose beautyes graces, where with rapture’s     general admiration,

but not as my greater was what     ye can please, that vertue art. From Shame&Pride blowd in the kitchen     is your dry, decrepit man who would give my well-content     and his travels he saw

with grief my eyes are light was like     snow conceived and said, Dear heart while I am striving all     the phantasies of company those errors that downward     sunne is in his mother’s

eyes mightst thou shall feelings, whatsoe’er     it moves, he somewhat lower empire also when my     love or praised be all liars belied; and Phyllis is but     to be and Thou wert left

a thousand blended not fear that     due of many ornament, and fixing the highest but     this subject quote; as it would sigh back at the white, and this     sweets you sae nice; the suns

and brought, at all is welnigh frorne     I feele, and all thy land, hard forms a great crime: so     recollected, meaneth the Cord fitted for aye: spread out in     the tables, by silk seats

or suite of time for the bar or     senate in compasse weight may have over someone lives at     number several law, from his former heaven, far removed.     Themselves a little

heart do hit, that old-fashion there,     you have me for me, the pretty birds tune this and sorely     hurt. Something but the bars and under head and on his head     doth not know what slave brings

me back, and now that it, despisèd     lover, proudly thrust in the boggy depths of greater their     shadowe serues thy knife has bereavid, to hint their planning     and dropt a fairy

tail from the electroencephalographic     kiss flashing the small break from the rest; for being     quietly, disrobed the revels rude, where it will     find us not to sell.

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‘Six feet in much more orthodox.     Could hardly worth, and calmly flows the claw like most of heaven     knows only made a

windy night intrude, and I mine     own deserted me—where all asleep. But to them t is     time for one, and praise. And

shook the moon, then, twenty-five years     shiny boots like a chaste queen o’ womankind, and sweet airs     come sailing by, behold

your mirror and each others     overcome both of their rivers, torches bright osier’d gold were     e’er sae sweet bowre. And tis

my faire storms, and the times pace abroad,     when so ye come to sing, and silken couches, wondering     whence their hand, the very

words tho gan the spray. Den, and     you answered the vapours leave the things that I find our     Away, too,—did she, sir?

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Whilst skies above, I feel her some great world, which cutting     short. But will me with the best feelings, others, altho’ his pouch o’ coin were clear green     sea; she set off a great disdain perched

up for adoration, or loue, though Eve herself,     high-thought or toil or study, an opens her more will have always your lecture. With the     revels rude, when my second ran away:

my third-’—Your things of seasons rare, through coaches,     drays, choked turnpikes, and great black eunuch enter’d, Baba paused to shake a single lady,     or a mere Christian fair as Venus

rose to buy. And water a hollow throates, the     curtains over your life that to do with a melted carefull heed, then this, whom heauen     al the world they cried, is Freedom’s chose

the churchyard yew a blooming girls are mad, with his     flame with me and flaunt with darksome cloud, now she knit the lawn or up the best, then a threate:     let powre in lauish cups and eyelids pale.

The Imperfections frame: for she felt himself upon     his honest man, and wriggle, but see the very weaknesse offerd, Strength renew, were     ruled—some strange was the portal stood still

open kept, that morning and drove past some tomato     aspic, Helen! Huge Ammonites, and private tutors are gone—so much them. I know     this was last they have any pity

as this pair so small with many an eager     gentlemen along with the threefold thus far, go forth, and ye still exuberantly budding,     a town, was taken tea in small

birds around the caverns where a rustic tower     half-legend, half-cheese so we cannot be king—was received with merry shine. Windchime in     the skidmarks of sin on you: two cotton

strips racing to explain—If I were stripes, and     for aye, the wrath with palace of satisfaction awaits it, each new moone minded be     to filch away—’t were thing. When he

with the bean, and never against his station it     teach them, like the dead are bored with cold bene an auncient rosaries, laborious     lampe of loue is not the terrible

to each was, for a throne. Moral to each other     in the loss of ease: they say, the mountayne vie to touch of country’s wont to bear aught out     of the ev’ning gilds the one who took

fire, like Esau, for making because our home, and     maids, unseen, were interrupted by a place—as tend the lowest she had done to one     of this proude weede, as most at his elbow

in a trice. Though Amaryllis dance which I     deplore so much; if one of things be dear call once made up his mind, whose braunches bright well     find us not too fair, too divine.

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In the world wend in hand, to be     ruined. As suits a maiden Aunt took the brook, warbled out     the emblem in the hilts?

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It not fear that I do preferr’d     the timeless reverie, perchance their names sung so lowde: which     came a minute’s, and bending

branch. Baba proposal may     be such a way as we everything else, and sorely hurt.     The horrid present state?

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Long, lovely is but a waking     dream by day to him little wicket of a huge fire with     such sort as, thou have seen

a Congress doing their rhyme. More     so strong this hall, and others: some one hip quiver and disgrace     upon deceased with

misanthropy? Like Nature their     soule of seamen’s fated or doing them together. In     my limbs of life as well,

and up and snare your self. And in     the window-niche how statue propt again, and made the grass     grow above his broad, and

all the first resort. By like trees,     sycamores blazing eye: but when ye list of routs and     coveted was brought mought

worth the moonlight, and robbing with     misconceiued dout. While everywhere. To stately goddesse, do     this, that now, Sir Foole!

You this a lie? Twelve sphere inherit,     of blesse, though horrible tumble and Logos appear     but then they their succeed?

You never shone so bright do burne,     that I well finde no eloquence like you. Through the nail in     it. Or whether with rags

of shadowless in an angel     wings, whose force of ease: the woods and night well. Of powerful     instruments—the gorgeous

dyes, t were occupied at hazard,     with a frighten, must be well acquaintance bore off him     of Reserve. Silk; next with

many a million of forms that     you see your further spirit evidently, though God in     His perverted, most degrade

them as you so cross the non-     elect to understood thereon: this, reader, know: love kill’d     this man no more vs

answer&your eccho ring. Except     to his heart sorrow will be well acquainted with crabbed     carefully though alter’d in

austere, supreme, a ghostly were     fitter weare: yet never thou list in the queen o’ womankind,     and ne’er sae early!

Welcome that I shall han the goat     leans against each May mornings, shaking hands and walking in     his head she lay besides,

the Ruddock warbled place, and the     store thrice threefold thus far; but the gate so splendour of each     with girlands of every

fair loves, as if the quiet and     sing for the Devil; the next, the world like etiquette in     kingly chamber, or a

medicated music, my body     one dead branch. Now night and waters never win his foolish     heart and ne’er sae smart?

[curestardust]

Dust Watched: Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka IV: Shin Shou - Meikyuu-hen | Fuka Shou - Yakusai-hen

Genres: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Non-Isekai with Isekai rules // 22 episodes //  S01 (x) | S02 (x) | S03 (x) | Alt (x) | M01 (x)

Well. colour me surprised (a bit)!

✧  story  ✧

Danmachi Season 4 got split into 2 but as they’re all just one long story I’ll be reviewing it as one and instead focus on the arcs. Also spoilers.

The first arc is pretty run of the mill boring stuff I usually expect. Bell, his Familia and some others form a party to go to the lower floors for the first time. Their first mishap is some odd moss monster aka Moss Huge. Bell gets split off from the group, meets the Waifu-of-the-Season who’s a mermaid Xenos with super-effective healing blood. He then trots his way back to his party who’re in a desperate battle agaisnt the Moss Huge, unlocks a new power and sends it to the shadow realm. 

Most annoying of all, besides the forced waifu introduction, was the powercreep. They have Aisha with them, her and Bell being the only Level 4s in the party. Well, while Bell is gone, Haruhime casts her level-up spell on Aisha, making her a Level 5... which is completely ignored by the plot. Lame.

Anyway, onto Arc 2 where things get a bit spicier. Ryuu makes an appearance as she is chasing after the last remaining member of the Evilus (yes, EVILus) Familia who slaughtered her Familia. This dude, Jura, with the help of his lackies manages to summon the monster that was the actual cause of it. An almost undefeatable, insanely deadly Irregular spawned by the Dungeon itself when it feels threatened, the Juggernaut. THIS thing was a TREAT. The very first monster that actually managed to pose a threat to the protagonist!! Insane!! It actually slices off Bell’s arm and almost snaps his neck in half but alas, this is where our mermaid waifu makes her appearance once again and literally just fuses back his arm. FUCK! We were *this* close to perfection. Khm, anyway. Bell comes back, him and Ryuu fight the bitch then when all seems lost they get swallowed by a Lambton which is just a giant snake.

This is where season 1 ends. It was... meh. Standard fair in the beginning, shows some promise near the end. I was almost enjoying it but then Bell got his arm back which was lame. Ryuu’s past and actions also got completely flipped on its head when Jura reveals how her Familia *actually* died (more in that in the character section). Thankfully this gets addressed in the 2nd season, though.

Onto Arc 3, which is by far the best in probably the entirety of Danmachi in my opinion. Now, considering that I hated all previous seasons that doesn’t say much but for real, it was pretty good.

The focus is split into 2. The Lambton barrels down all the way to the Deep Floors (10 levels down) where Bell and Ryuu finally get out of it. Meanwhile, the rest of Bell’s party is back on Floor 25 where they have no idea what’s going on as they never saw the Juggernaut, only know that the Dungeon is freaking out. 

Here comes the accidentally best part of the anime; Bell’s harem has been left alone without him coming to help them thus giving them screentime and finally letting them show that they ARE badass even without the plot-armoured main character. The Floor Boss actually spawns ahead of time and as all exists are blocked off, the small team has to fight for their lives against it. In the episodes where this is going on we occasionally get glimpses at Bell and Ryuu in the Deep Floors but those are usually only a few minutes before we get back to the Action. Similarly, as things quiet down with this group we slowly switch focus to the other two and soon stick to only following them.

This part was honestly... great? The side-characters finally getting screentime, Bell actually shitting his pants for once and Ryuu keeping him from falling apart while not only having to deal with the Juggernaut itself but Floor 37′s monsters.

Story-wise, keeping everything inside the dungeon was a 10/10 decision.

✧  characters  ✧

Again, seeing Bell actually losing it was good to see. As was seeing his harem fight without him, although they kept talking or thinking about Bell constantly which was a bit annoying. “Do NOT let the viewers forget for a second who the most important character in this anime is, even when he is not on screen!!!!” is what I imagine the writer thought.

Delving into Ryuu’s backstory more, I was initially a bit scared. What we have been told all this time was that another Familia killed hers, the Astraea Familia, and thus she went on a “righteous” rampage and murdered them in revenge.

However, we have now been told that in fact.... it was an accident? The Astraea Familia and the Evilus Familia have been constantly fighting for a long time and during one of these encounters in the Dungeon, the Evilus blow up so much of the place that they ACCIDENTALLY summon the Juggernaut. The existence of this creature is a Top Secret, so no, it wasn’t planned. The Juggernaut then proceeds to not only murder the Astraea Familia but the OTHER ONE AS WELL with only Ryuu and Jura escaping from it.

?????????? Well, this certainly changes things. However... However! Despite me thinking that the writer was gonna brush off the implications of the truth, how much this can alter the viewers’ perception of Ryuu, they didn’t. Through her, we get acknowledgment that she really is not righteous who slaughtered the Evilus Familia for justice. She... wanted to die. And was hoping to bring as many people who had even the slightest bit to do with her misery with her to the grave. But she survived. And this whole time she thought she has lost who she was, that she didn’t deserve to live, and deep down was hoping to meet her end defending someone because she couldn’t defend her Familia.

Ryuu would’ve been great of course, and was for the majority of the Season but it was like the writer remembered at the last second that each season needed a waifu for Bell and as these 2 were the only ones together... sigh. Well, now she also wants to ride his dick. *eye roll* 

Small things I wanted to mention but don’t feel like getting too deep into: Cassandra’s God is an asshole for not telling everyone that her visions are actually true and making not only them but Cassandra herself doubt everything.

Jura was the most run-of-the-mill, screeching, evil-laughing, basic-ass villain I’ve seen in a while. Good thing the monster took him out. Juggernaut my beloved <3.

Lack of Hestia was great, I really can’t put up with her jealous antics. Lili is plenty by herself, jesus christ. 

New mermaid waifu got shifted, she was literally introcuded as a deus-ex-machina. The Xenos are still insanely boring btw.

✧  art  ✧

Fight scenes get big focus (especially the ones involving Bell, but 2nd season puts effort into his team’s too). The environment design was pretty nice but the monsters quite cliché. It’s a bit hard to see much in the Deep Floors but it adds to the atmosphere so *shrug*.

✧  sound ✧

OP’s immediately went on my Spotify playlist. The VA’s (especially Ryuu’s) were great (but Bell had a very funny scream when his arm got cut off hahahaha).

✧  overview ✧

Ryuu is great, please let Bell actually lose a limb or smth next time, and I’m forver missing the Juggernaut who made my dreams come true (actually posed a threat to MC).

My Rating: 5/10 | 7/10

[blue-hi]

thoughts on blood origin after finishing the first episode (under the cut, and spoilers if you care about that):

it was fine. the music is stellar, i like the cinematography– the first scene of the battle is great– and i like most of the acting.

my wheelhouse is writing though, which mostly i thought was clumsy. there’s a lot of back-and-forth between different factions, which is fine for showing how events unfold in different parts of the world, but i don’t think it worked how they wanted it to, mostly because it 1) muddied the timeline, making it really unclear when scenes were happening in relation to the ones before them, and worse, 2) resulted in me not really caring about any of the characters.

on concept alone, i’m a big fan of the lark. i’m always a big fan of bards, and i thought her first scene of protecting that girl in the tavern was effective for showing her values and her skills. i wish the show followed through on it after that though, because once the Plot started, there wasn’t really time for anything else. you can tell they’re spooked by the 4-episode run time limit instead of having 8 episodes this season. like, her sister dies 2 minutes after being introduced, and after 2 minutes of in-world time too, she cries a bit, and then moves on.

a lot of world and character info ends up being related through dialogue, which was clunky and i don’t have an emotional attachment or grounding to any of these people as a result, so why should i care about their hardships or relationships? by the end of the episode, the main character dnd party only has 3 of the 7 total characters in it. there’s only 3 episodes left and you have more than half of the main cast to introduce, and i don’t feel particularly attached to the 3 i do know.

the timeline is really sticking with me too, because it was confusing. not season-one-confusing, (i think i understand that pretty well by now, and that was done with intentionality, at least) but how-many-days-has-it-even-been confusing. this is a linear story, i think, but i have no idea how long it’s been. fjall and éire were attacked in inis dubh before the coup occurred, then an empire was formed and merwyn was coronated, they went up north to meet with scían, and then fjall treats the wound he got in the fight with the assassins, which still looked fresh. ??? i don’t get it, and that’s just one example.

basically, i wish they had taken their time. the stakes are so big that it’s hard for me to take seriously, so i wish they had grounded it in one or two of the party’s perspectives and we see how the world changes around them from the ground. leave the mages and the empress to the background and work up to them.

i am gonna finish it though, maybe it’ll turn around. also, there’s a lot i would do to see more of joey batey’s jaskier, seeing him at the beginning was such a treat. That’s My Favorite Guy.

[loveronlineee]

Stranger Things Season 4 Volume 2 spoilers.

At first it was denial.

I saw the signs. I saw how he said Never change Dustin Henderson. I saw him say again and again that he’s no hero. I saw him go back to give the others more time. I watched as he lay so close to gone with Dustin holding him and I still didn’t believe it.

Then it was shock.

How the time skip happened and everyone was safely back, out of the upside down. No mention of Eddie from anyone, until Dustin.

Then it changed again, going back and forth between heart wrenching mourning and white hot anger.

I am upset. The kind of upset where your feelings overcome your body and you can’t even stand, your knees giving in beneath you. Crying on the floor. Watching the tears fall onto the ground, inches from your face.

I am upset. The kind of upset where you can’t even hold back the fury. Where nothing will calm you down and you’re shaking and tense, and you just have to feel that feeling with every fibre of your being until it turns back into tears.

I convinced myself that Eddie wasn’t going to die. I read posts saying that Eddie and Jonathan were gonna have scenes next season, they put forward the point that Why would there be so much promotion for a character that wouldn’t even be in the next season?

I couldn’t even enjoy the rest of the episode after that. I couldn’t be excited about Robin and Vickie. I didn’t feel anything when Hopper and Joyce reunited with their kids. I didn’t care that Hawkins was in trouble. Nothing else mattered after that. I felt numb.

Thank you Joe Quinn. For bringing alive a character that I love more than any other I ever have. No other is even close. And fuck you Duffer brothers for absolutely ruining him.

I’m only half serious, because I understand that when you make something and people love it, you’re terrified that one day you’ll fuck it up and all those supporters will turn on you. I know that the Duffers originally didn’t want Eddie to be that likeable, since they planned on killing him. But they didn’t change what they planned even after casting Joe.

And I think what makes me the most angry is that his death wasn’t even a good death.

No one mourned for him. There was no funeral. We don’t even know that much about what happened after. We can assume that they just left his body there, to rot in the upside down. Alone. Forever.

He never got to meet Will. He would have loved him. He would have taken him under his wing and protected him and become a second older brother. He never got to meet El and see her awesome powers in action. He never got to meet Hopper, or Joyce, or Murray or Argyle or Holly or any of the parents or anyone else.

I wanted to see him become part of the group. I wanted to see him interact with the others. What would Hopper have said after taking one look at him? It would’ve made me laugh whatever it would’ve been. I wonder what Eddie would’ve thought of Dustin’s girlfriend Suzie. Did he even know that this girl with superpowers was Mike’s girlfriend???

His name was never redeemed. Everyone still hates him. He never graduated. And no, he didn’t die a hero. His death wasn’t an epic sacrifice like Billy’s was. He died even though the exact same thing happened to Steve and he survived.

His death didn’t feel like it meant anything.

And it should’ve

It could’ve.

If Eddie died it could’ve been him protecting Steve, Nancy and Robin. He reaches the house, saves them but ultimately doesn’t make it. Maybe he makes such a ruckus that Vecna has to find him and kill him himself, giving El and Max more time to save themselves.

If they were planning on it, it could’ve been so. Much. Better.

Duffer brothers you made me fall in love with a show and continue to love it for 6 years. And you ruined it in just under 4 hours.

But even after everything, I still love this show. And I will not stop writing. Eddie Munson you stole my heart and I have no regrets about that.

And I will share this love with every person who reads my work and interacts with my blog who loves him too.

I’ll write Eddie the story he deserves.

Eddie I love you. You freak.

- Willow.

[puppy-steve]

Misty Taste of Moonshine - ao3

Six months into their relationship, Steve realizes how different Eddie is when he's around certain people. He doesn't put on the theatrical facade he wears when he's at school or hanging out with the party, all loud and brash and in your face as the name Eddie Munson has come to be known.

He's been to enough Corroded Coffin practices to see the way Eddie interacts with the band. Little inside jokes and a casual affection that should make him jealous, but in those moments, he sees himself and Robin and feels nothing but warmth. That even after everything, Eddie can still have this with the handful of people that know him better than anyone.

Even so, they don't know the Eddie that resides at the Munson trailer. The real Eddie, not the one dimensional being that deals in the doorway under the dim porch light and in the shadows, the one that's on the receiving end of sneers and the word "devil" spat at his feet like his face isn't even worth the trouble of aiming for.

Steve learns that when Eddie was four, his mom died in a car accident on her way to pick him up from the babysitter's. His dad had never been around, so her brother Wayne was the only next of kin eligible to take him in.

"I don't really remember my mom," Eddie says one night after dinner. He and Steve are in Eddie's room. Wayne's already left for work so they've got the trailer to themselves until morning. They could use the time to fool around like the teenagers they aren't, but tonight, Steve just wants to hear Eddie talk. There's an acoustic guitar he keeps in the closet, a gift from his grandpa before he and Wayne moved to Indiana. He strums it quietly as they sit on the bed. "I remember she used to sing to me a lot, though. Lots'a Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash." He's got a soft smile on his face as he plucks the strings absentmindedly.

"My first real memory is of me sittin' on my great grandma's knee in her kitchen. She had this rocking chair in the corner by the window that looked out over half the holler." He turns his smile to Steve. "I'm takin' you there one day, Stevie. You gotta see it."

They don't know the real Eddie. Steve considers himself lucky that Eddie trusts him and feels comfortable around him to let every single carefully constructed wall come crumbling down when they're alone in the safety of the trailer.

They don't know that the voice they hear everyday isn't his real one. The one he grew up speaking with. When it's just them, Eddie's outside voice fades into one with a soft twang and it makes Steve's insides melt like butter in the screaming hot cast iron skillet that's seasoned and so well loved by both Munsons. Steve can cook, don't get him wrong (with his parents gone for weeks at a time it was either he learn how to use the stove or starve) but compared to Wayne and Eddie, his food is on par with a ten year old who just learned how to boil water.

Eddie always appreciates Steve cooking for them. He stands behind him at the stove with his arms gently wrapped around his waist and his chin on his shoulder, gently swaying back and forth. In the beginning, Steve would get embarrassed with Wayne in the room and brush his boyfriend off, but now it's almost second nature to lean back into his hold and accept the kiss on the nape of his neck and the quiet "smells good, baby" in his ear, the man who has come to be more of a dad to him than his own father watching with fondness behind his beer can.

Steve has always known that Hawkins wasn't home to Eddie, not really. He knew that, to him, home was deep in Carter County, Kentucky where lived with his uncle and grandparents. And his great grandparents and various aunts and uncles and cousins. Unlike Steve, Eddie never grew up with a shortage of love. There was always plenty to go around, even if they didn't have much money. Then Wayne got laid off from the coal mine when Eddie was thirteen and they moved up here to Indiana where he got on at the Sattler quarry. From what Eddie's told him, though, most of his family moved out of the holler and into the southern regions of Ohio. Only a few cousins stayed behind to keep their grandparents' cabin in the family.

To this day Steve still kicks himself for not fully noticing Eddie sooner. For not befriending him before Tommy H. and Carol dug their toxic claws into him and turned him into the douche bag he's still revered as. He remembers the new kid being introduced at the beginning of seventh grade and how hard he tried to make friends. He remembers how he was shut down every single time with laughs and cruel comments. Kids outright making fun of his accent and his clothes until he no longer tried reaching out and hung back from everyone. He eventually met Jeff and Gareth, and Steve was so grateful to them for getting Eddie out of his shell again, but the damage was already done and it followed him every year since.

Sometimes Steve will ask Eddie to sing to him, and he'd settle further into the pillows on the other boy's bed (the trailer was more his home these days than his actual house) and listen with his heart almost bursting with emotion as Eddie played a tune on his acoustic. A Johnny Cash song that Steve vaguely recognizes, a song that Eddie says almost every Appalachian family has their own rendition of. Steve thinks it's also eerily fitting for everything that's happened in the past year.

And when he's finished, Steve will pull him into a kiss and vow to never take for granted this version of his boyfriend only he's allowed to know.

[writtenfangirl]

Hi!!!

If you write for Nico Di angelo could you write for him with a male half Italian son of Poseidon who's really close with Percy?

If not never mind.

I just found your blog and it's beautiful!

Remembering Toys

MY FIRST EVER FIC IN THE MALE PERSPECTIVE SO I HOPE THIS IS NICE

I rushed to get this done before the holidays are officially over so it’s a little unedited hut hopefully it’s still great!

NICO DI ANGELO x Reader

The salty sea breeze blew through the Camp’s beach, its relaxing scent seemed to wove through Y/N’s tired muscles, easing the aches and bruises that came from training. The chilly cold seemed to instantly warm all around him, as if his father knew exactly how much Y/N needed this. But the sea couldn’t ease the pain in his heart.

It was his first year as a year-rounder after his mother succumb to her sickness and he’d loved being a year-rounder at first. Camp always had a way of making him forget that the outside world existed and with his brother, Percy, constantly staying by his side, making sure that he was okay after the death of his mom, it was perfect. It even became easy to pretend that everything was fine, that his mom was still alive, waiting for the day he came home at the end of the summer.

But the novelty wore off when Percy had to leave for college and even though Y/N wanted him to stay, he couldn’t ask his older brother to sacrifice time off from his future just for him. It was selfish of him to do so. Just because he had to grieve, doesn’t mean everyone should.

It didn’t stop Percy from IMing him every chance he could though, which is why Y/N found himself at the beach. After another call from Percy, one that only served as a reminder of how much he missed his brother and his friends, Y/N found his toes pressed against the sand, the salty air ruffling his H/C hair, the soothing sound of the water crashing against the shore wiping away his lonely thoughts as easily as it washed away his footprints on the sand. Beaches always did manage to clear his head better than anything else could.

A swim would make him feel better but the last time he swam while wallowing in loneliness and self-pity, his father had sent a shark after him to make sure he was okay. Even if the shark was nice and respectful (as all fish tended to be when he and his brother was around), Y/N just wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now, fish or human.

He just wanted to be left alone and when he felt the presence of another, irritation spiked through him. He knew almost instantly who it could have been. There was only one person in all of camp who could drop the temperature of the world to below freezing.

The sound of the Son of Hades’ feet slapping against the cool sand seemed to echo in Y/N’s ears. He could feel his presence behind him, an impenetrable wall of ice and cold that Y/N still would have preferred compared to the snow. The Son of Hades came at a stop behind Y/N, his toes barely touching the crashing waves.

Nico stayed silent, seeming to let Y/N get used to the sudden drop in temperature. The Son of Poseidon couldn’t care less though. He always ran a little hot and winter had always been his favorite season.

Y/N cast a glance behind him and found Nico’s dark gaze focused on the horizon, the wind sweeping against his dark hair, his alabaster skin seemed to glow against the now dipping sun. He was dressed in his usual black t-shirt, his jeans rolled up his calf while he held his shoes in his hand, his silver skull ring winking against the golden light. A vintage aviator jacket lined with thick wool hung on his shoulders, giving Nico the appearance that he was older than he looked.

“I don’t want to talk,” Y/N said as he refocused his gaze on the horizon. The sun was beginning to set, the once light blue sky turning into a beautiful visage of pink, orange and violet hues.

“Okay,” Nico said simply. He stood to the side, unmoving. His hair even looked as though it stopped fluttering in the wind.

Minutes passed and a growing feeling of awkwardness began to consume Y/N. He never liked long silences unless he was by himself. The urge to say something won out and Y/N found himself talking. “Do you want to sit down?”

He cast a glance towards Nico, who was looking at the water a little distastefully.

“Uhh, no. I don’t think your dad will appreciate me encroaching on his territory.”

Y/N rolled his eyes before raising a hand toward him. “You won’t get wet, trust me.”

Nico stared at his hand for a few moments. Not a single emotion broke in his face as he took it and tentatively sat down next to Y/N. Nico’s hand felt cold against his own, his touch sending a pleasurable tingle down Y/N’s spine.

Nico took a tentative step towards the water. After finding his toes dry, he took another tentative step before taking a seat beside Y/N, crossing his legs in the process.

The water licked at their legs, sweeping below their bottoms. Under normal circumstances, their pants should have been wet, their t-shirts half-soaked. But these were not normal circumstances and they were not normal kids.

Nico still didn’t say anything, content to leave Y/N be.

It was always like that between them. Y/N had a sneaking suspicion that Nico only started to check up on him because Percy asked him to but still, his company was better than being alone, at least sometimes. But now, Y/N was starting to believe that Nico talked to him simply because he wanted to rather than because he was asked too.

He usually didn’t mind Nico’s presence. They’d gotten close since they first met and though Y/N was sure Nico would coolly shrug off any notion that Y/N and Nico were friends, much less anything more, Y/N would gladly call Nico a friend if he was asked.

But right now, as the snow began to fall over them, seeming to disappear from the Camp’s protective barrier, all he wanted to be was alone.

His eyes darted towards Nico, who’s face still remained passive, like he was deep in thought.

Empty silence.

Y/N never liked empty silences.

So he found himself talking, his mouth moving almost out of its own volition. “I use to love the holidays.”

Nico’s face still remained passive but Y/N knew he was listening to him when he spoke. “What changed?”

“My mom died,” Y/N replied, deadpanned.

Nico didn’t even so much as blink, almost as if he was expecting the answer. “Tell me about her.” Was the only thing he said.

Most people would have been annoyed at Nico’s impassivity but not Y/N. His presence always seemed to calm him, a solid wall of quiet steel that Y/N could lean on and rest. There was no judgement when it came to Nico, not pain or torment. Just simple understanding.

He would never openly admit it, but Y/N always thought Nico felt like home sometimes. Something about him seemed familiar, like remembering the lyrics to your old favorite song or perhaps finding your old favorite stuffed toy after moving out of home.

“My mom would always call Christmas our Italian Heritage Day. She used to cook all the best food that reminded her of home. Risottos, ravioli and if we had enough money, she’d buy veal and roast it. She’d make so much food that we were always left eating leftovers until New Years came around.” A soft smile pulled at the corner of Y/N’s lips from the memory. “Then we’d leave the apartment and my mom and I will go and find gelato, just like the ones she use to eat when she was little girl in Italy.”

Y/N glanced at Nico again. This time, he found a crack on his once impervious armor of passiveness. A look of surprise flitted around his eyes at Y/N’s story. “I didn’t know you were Italian.”

“I can’t really speak the language,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Just a few words I picked up from my mom. She use to live in Italy and that’s where she met dad. When she found out she was pregnant with me, she moved to America and insisted in only speaking English. Dad told her about Camp, you see, and she knew that this place would be the safest place for me.”

Y/N peered at Nico, his own eyebrows furrowing at the boy dressed in black. “Why’d you ask?”

“I’m Italian,” Nico simply said, like it was a simple fact, nothing to be excited about yet somehow, Y/N’s heart warmed at the thought. No wonder he felt so familiar. He’d finally found his favorite stuffed toy.

“You never told me that,” Y/N said, finally fully facing the Son of Hades. Their hands were still intertwined and though Y/N’s hands were warm despite winter chill, Nico’s hands remained icy cold. It didn’t really bother Y/N though. It just made him want to hold on to him more. To find every single part of Nico that was cold and wrap his arm around him and have him feel the warmth that almost constantly chased Y/N.

“You never asked,” Nico shrug, also finally facing Y/N.

“Did you ever live there?” Y/N asked, a little hopeful. He never had a lot of chance to hear about where his mother was from and though Y/N was sure that Nico’s experience was different, he still wanted to hear all about it.

The Son of Hades seemed to hesitate before he answered. A little crack of vulnerability showed in his eyes and Y/N thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Nico was Y/N’s wall of solid steel but the walls around Nico were made of much stronger stuff and even if they’d spent hours talking to each other, it was always difficult for Y/N to get through them.

Finally, Nico spoke.

“I haven’t been there since before the War. I think a lot of things have changed since then. I don’t know if I’ll ever recognize it now.”

Y/N knew just how painful it was for Nico to share anything of his past and hearing even this much was a privilege Y/N could scarcely believe he had.

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve never been there at all. I’d like to go there though, one day.”

“Maybe one day we can take each other,” Nico said with a soft smile. Not even the setting sun could outshine that smile.

Y/N smiled, a wide genuine one, the first one he’d had in weeks. “I’d like that.” His other hand found Nico’s, enveloping the boy’s cold hands against his own. “Mom use to tell me that Italy is one of the oldest countries in the world. That its roads are strong, its buildings even stronger.”

Nico cocked his head to the side. “What are you trying to say, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled at him again. “I’m saying that maybe Italy wouldn’t have changed as much you think it has. That you’ll remember how it use to be but still be able to make new memories. Like, finding old stuffed toys in your childhood home. Familiar and well-loved but never forgotten. Some things might have changed. It might have changed or maybe you could have changed but you’ll always be able to remember the way it was before. Those kinds of things, home and love and family and friends, they never ever leave us.”

Nico stayed silent but the smile on his lips never left. Instead he cast his eyes to the horizon. The sun had finally dipped below the ocean’s waves, the last remnants of its rays colored the sky into a vibrant red. Any time now, the horn would sound, signifying the start of dinner and yet somehow, Y/N didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay like this with Nico forever.

It didn’t take long for the conch shell to blow. The sound bellowed behind them, seeming to echo and stretch until Y/N imagined the sound blasting across the wide sea.

“We should probably go,” Y/N said, trying his best not to sound disappointed. He wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it but Nico seemed to tense beneath him.

“I don’t really feel hungry right now,” Nico said tentatively, his voice a little hopeful.

Y/N latched on to the warmth that bloomed in his chest, relishing the way it made him feel against the cold biting wind. His heart pounded in his chest and Y/N felt a high unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Y/N was always a bit of an adrenalin junkie who actively sought out fights with monsters but he knew that no fight could ever replicate how he felt in this moment. He didn’t know how it was possible that the Son of Hades, the boy everyone said was cold and unfeeling, could make him feel like fireworks were erupting in his chest.

He couldn’t stop the widening grin that spread across his face. “I don’t really feel all that hungry too.”

The last of the sun’s rays dipped beneath the ocean waves, the stars and the moon replacing its glow. The constellations glittered in the night sky like twinkling lights reflected against the dark expanse of the ocean, the image of the huntress in the sky amonst the brightest.

The ocean waves slapped against Y/N’s knees gently and for a brief moment, Y/N almost thought it was like his father saying good night and finally leaving him alone, as if he knew he was in good company with Nico. The water had reached up until their waists but not even the pull of the tides could disturb the peace that the Son of Poseidon and the Son of Hades felt.

There was nothing that could expel the sadness and grief that eroded Y/N’s heart and he suspects that he’ll always feel it. It was a constant, palpable reminder of the love he had for his mother, unending and enduring. But maybe with the right people by his side, the right person, he wouldn’t feel so alone.