#he has a dog named shilling :)

[mossnrocksnbogwater]

Spence Sterling, intersex icon and neurotic teen <3

more lore in tags

[abijahfowler]

And would you look at that.. another blue eye samurai oc. I am fucking crazy but i am free

Yappathon under the cut!!!

sooooooo… her name is siobhán, and she came to me in a dream

coming from a similar background to fowler’s, siobhán was an orphan survivor of the ulster famine which resulted in her being relocated to && raised in a parish in london. and, similar to fowlers, she determined that she would do whatever it took to not remain stuck to the underside of stuart society. she leaves her parish and marries a scottish barkeep by the name of hendry at the age of 17. though, shortly after they get married, he falls victim to some “mysterious illness” that eats away at him for a few years, thus leaving her to run his business and affairs until && after his passing.

with the obstacle of a husband out of the way thanks to her handy knowledge of the usage of her good friend belladonna, along with property in her name and a business for her to run in his wake, siobháns tavern turned into a meeting place for the shadier kinds of folk to do business. she was willing to turn a blind eye for a pretty penny, as well as offer up intel she collected passively from patrons. bounties were often posted & collected under the roof of her establishment, though what made her tavern the most promising would be the system of tunnels into and outside of london accessible from it’s cellar. so…. unsurprising that she found herself in business with fowler and his goons long before they hit the seas for japan. in exchange for the proper amount of shillings and a couple pretty faces to tie with her bedroom rentals, she has been a key component in terms of their smuggling affairs.

in terms of the timeline of the show i suppose she wouldn’t come into the picture until mizu & fowler reach london in s2, with her tavern being one of the destinations of mizu’s london tour list in order to attempt to garner information as to the whereabouts of skeffington && routley. though, it doesn’t go exactly as she would have hoped; and while she does manage to get away with her life upon their first encounter, she does end up losing fowler in the process and finds herself stuck in a foreign land where she barely understands the language. luckily, though, mizu is a smart cookie; and after an amount of detective work, she is back on their trail.

in short i don’t think there’s enough diabolical evil old women and i am going to change that, that’s what i was put on this earth to do.

some miscellaneous details about her:

• as of s2 of bes, she would be 58 years old

• she’s fully grey, though her hair was strawberry blonde in her youth.

• she’s pretty tall for the a woman in the 1600s, measuring at about 5’8” (or 172.72 cm)

• while cruel to people, she seems to at least have some compassion towards animals; known to feed the stray dog and cat populations in the alleyways near her tavern. one of them she has claimed as her own and turned into an inside cat, whom she has named duchess priscilla.

• she’s aromantic so she is not interested and has never been interested in a romantic relationship, though she is quite the hussie. it’s honestly astonishing she hasn’t contracted syphilis yet!

• she can drink fowler under a table, and she has in the past. he lies and says he won, but everyone that was there knows the truth.

[militantinremission]

Democratic Shills: Simping ain't easy

Like that 'Ole Man River', The 'Ole Black Bootlicks' keep Rolling along! Not to be outdone by DL Hughley, Rickey Smiley & Charlemagne 'The Clod'- Dr. Michael Eric Dyson, Roland Martin, Luther Campbell, & Steve Harvey had to add their names to the List of Democratic Shills demanding Blackfolk Vote for Kamala Harris; w/o asking for ANY POLICY in return for Our Vote. This effort to motivate Black Men to 'Vote Blue' By Any Means Necessary appears to be an ALL HANDS ON DECK situation.

Black Alpha Network made a great analysis, when he compared the Democratic Party to a Slave Plantation. He compared the Democratic Shills to the Slave Patrol and the 'Vote Blue, no matter Who' Crowd w/ Happy Slaves... My first 'Slave Hunter' is Michael Eric Dyson, who has gone out of his way to shill for Kamala & the Democratic Party. His actions are more than cringe worthy, the man comes across like a Street Pimp w/ a PhD. Dyson's language is not just pompous, he can be as cheesy as a Storefront Minister. In his effort to shill for Kamala Harris:

He tried to shame Black Men for daring to question Kamala's 'Sistah Credentials'

He apologized [disingenuously] in a 'Love Letter to Black Women'. Dyson says this letter is written on behalf of ALL Black Men for past mistakes, but HE is the one that's guilty of indiscretions against former female Students

He purposely Race Baited a Congresswoman on CNN for mispronouncing Kamala's name. Dyson claimed to be defending a 'Black Woman', but in the process he disrespected the Host, Abby Phillip

Luther Campbell then goes on an Anti Black rant where he calls Blackfolk 'Stupid Negroes' for questioning Kamala Harris' 'Blackness'. In another instance, Luke gives Black Men 'One more chance' to return to the Democratic Party. Luke is of Jamaican descent & I could understand his view if Kamala identified as 'Part Jamaican', but she doesn't. She only touted her Jamaican Lineage when Charlemagne 'The Clod' asked if she smoked marijuana in College. This motivated her father to come out of the shadows to denounce her comments & warn her against playing 'Identity Politics'. In an interview w/ Kamala Harris, Luke certifies her 'Blackness' on the Basis of:

Fried Chicken

Guns

Fico Scores

Living an 'Afrikan American Life'(???)

It's ironic to see the Architect of Misogynistic Rap working so hard to legitimize Kamala Harris. Despite his effort to link her w/ Black American Culture, Kamala went out of her way to avoid saying: Yes, i'm Black. Instead, she played semantics by associating her Experience as a 'First Face', w/ being someone outside the 'Box' of Popular Perception. She used the example of The Boy Next Door... This Method of Tricknology is not unique in the Culture of Brownfolk; I imagine THIS is how Mindy Kaling's brother, Vijay Chokalingam navigated Medical School as a 'Black Man'.

Roland Martin, aka 'Baron Von Buttah Biscuit' has been the Poster Child of 'Simping Democratic Shills'. His attitude towards Blackfolk that reject Kamala Harris for whatever reason, is as Anti Black as a White Supremacist. He frequently uses profanity when talking about Us, & never fails to use derogatory terms to describe Us. Despite his Tough Talk, Roland went viral when he was confronted by Chicago Activist, Ja'Mal Green at the Democratic National Convention. Roland insulted Ja'Mal's intelligence regarding '1st Generation Home Buyers' on 'X', then devoted a Show to further insults. It's apparent that Roland didn't expect Ja'Mal Green to confront him Face to Face. This follows his embarrassment at the National Association Of Black Journalists Convention.

Refusing to be outdone by the others, Steve Harvey not only responded to Dr. Umar Johnson's accusation of getting paid to shill, he Doubled Down on his Unconditional Support of Kamala Harris. According to Steve- he, DL Hughley, & Rickey Smiley are ALL 'Que Dogs'. He went on to say that Ques RUN the Airwaves of Black Radio. Steve Harvey then stated matter of factly that he not only promotes Kamala Harris, but will FREELY:

Invite Kamala on his Program Again & again & again

Ask her 'Soft Ass Questions'

'Lob the Basketball' to her, so she can Slam Dunk Questions

Agree w/ whatever she says

Steve didn't do Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Inc. any favors by touting himself, DL Hughley, & Rickey Smiley as Members. Ques aren't known for being Crybabies. Say what you will about Jesse Jackson, but he was the Image most of Us associated w/ 'Omega Men'. This is becoming a Real Issue, as Blackfolk question the motivations of 'Divine Nine' Members. These people proudly proclaim being Boule at a Time when it's not very popular among the Black Grassroots. This group was supposed to be the Architects of Black American Society. They were supposed to represent the Entrepreneurs & Professionals that laid the foundation of an Independent Black Economy. Over the last 30Yrs, these 'Black Elites' appear to be more comfortable working in the Social Matrix, than creating a Matrix of their Own.

Statistics still show Black America having a Collective Net Worth of $0 by the Year 2053. Asian Americans & Latinx are expected to leap frog Us in Population & in Assets. For some reason, Black Business Leaders, Celebrities, & Politicians continue to promote a 'Black & Brown' Agenda to the detriment of Our Own Community. The unconditional promotion of Kamala Harris also reveals a Colorism Element among this group. Black Men & Women can generate Millions of Dollars for her Campaign in a matter of hours, but can't raise funds for Black Farmers & Businesses to expand their Operations. I understand that many in the 'Black Intelligentsia' moved to the Suburbs, but what happened to Investing in the Old Neighborhood?

This current group of Boule is playing a very dangerous game. The Black Grassroots are sick & tired of The DNC's disregard of Black Specific Issues. Barack Obama exhausted whatever patience We had left. Black Wealth has nosedived over the last 16Yrs, while White Wealth has increased by over $60T. This All started during Barack Obama's Tenure, but he did nothing to stop the bleeding on Our Side of The Tracks. Instead, Barack gave Us Symbolic Gestures w/ one hand & Cultural Critiques w/ the other. Everyone Else received Policy that protected their respective Communities. Folks like Roland Martin, Steve Harvey, DL Hughley, & Joy Reid came into their Own during this Time; like Obama, they also chose to denigrate Us w/ insults to Our Intelligence.

We must remember that this group has ignored Us Collectively for over 3Yrs, but now they expect Us to blindly Vote for the Democratic Ticket. This is after lauding Black Women as the 'Backbone of the Democratic Party', while casting Black Men as Villains over the last 8Yrs. Their effort to create a Gender War among Us has failed. The Black Celebrities & Democratic Shills trying to shame Us into voting for Kamala Harris can't tell Us what her Platform is, let alone her Black Agenda. Some of these characters look desperate in their attempt to sway Us. Perhaps they realize the damage that they're doing to their Personal Brand & whatever Social Capital they have. Several have posted Videos where they appear to be in an 'Altered State'.

-Like Yvette Carnell says: 'Pressure busts Pipes'.

[richaldis]

OK, I can't let this one go by.

Endorsements by UK actors are very rare as they are seen as crass or desperate. Voice overs (and BC has done plenty of these) are normal but shilling a product, gets you laughed at - see Carol Vordaman, Chris Hemsworth etc. The only exceptions are if it's either your passion or your own product. Even then it's pretty shady. Celeb endorsements are also pretty strictly regulated in the UK.

Only the haters think they are shady. Yes, sure every charity makes mistakes but none of the charities BC is involved with are seen by the Charities Commission as problematic.

You don't show up at Cannes, you get invited and go because you have a project or need to network to get one. Again you see very few working Brit actors there unless they have a project to promote.

Like the endorsement stuff, you only do fashion if you are interested in it. it's boring, the shows are tedious and again done by UK celebs not established actors for the most part.

I'm absolutely sure he'd like to do more theatre work. There were at least two rumoured projects this year - one an Ibsen with Roger Allam which didn't come off due to timing and another, a two hander by a new playwright which might happen next year. Otherwise his filming schedule and the other things he does e.g. SunnyMarch, RADA, charity work, personal life with three small children, has kept him tied up .

proof? What projects? His only long term ties are to Disney. Otherwise he's working on HIS passion project, SunnyMarch and making a damn sight better job of it than most actors who start production companies. As if The Power of The Dog wasn't a big film. Interestingly, Martin Freeman, who was a far bigger star when Sherlock started, has gone back to long term serial tv. Most Brit actors aren't leading men in big Hollywood films - unless they are Disney or action movies.

Which projects do they think he's missed out on being in? Go on, haters, name something that isn't an action/superhero film that he had the time and the profile to work on.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Once again, I think my asks are being eaten SO:

1) I am torn between two names for Koda’s pupper - Whisper and Moro. Whisper is a character from Sonic the Hedgehog. Moro is the name of the giant wolf that raised San in Princess Mononoke. Both work, but I’m not sure. 

(Also, I’m just imagining after the internships. Like, hey guys, how was it?

Kaminari: “I found out I have a sister cause my dad is a serial cheater.”

Momo: “I was used to shill hair products, and repeatedly insulted about my weight.”

Tsuyu: “I stopped a drug smuggling ring.”

Fumikage: “Eimi and I spent the entire week trying to keep up, and I don’t know if Hawks ever figured out that Eimi and I are separate people.”

Iida: “… I tried to kill someone via vigilante justice …”

Izuku: “I tried to STOP Iida from committing murder via vigilante justice!”

Shoto: “I helped Izuku and Iida not get killed by Stain.”

Himiko: “I was also there!”

Kouda: “… I found a doggie. She can change size. She saved my life, and we’re friends now. She can carry me, and is very fast … She said I’d be a good hero …”

Everyone else: “Fuck it, he wins.”)

2) Glad you like “Seance”! I think my idea was, Fumi can kind of … “connect” with someone via their Quirk, which … considering most Quirk users he meets are ALIVE, doesn’t do much beyond giving him some mild empathy powers. Though with Eimi, it lets them fight as almost one person. It’s not until he meets people with Quirks that have Vestiges, like Izuku and [Redacted] that he starts really getting anywhere with his Quirk, or starts realizing it EXISTS in the first place. I’m … actually not sure if Fumi would realize his Quirk? Like, with Vestiges, if he trains it enough, he could probably see and speak to them. Currently, he’s just … passively empowering them to be able to interact physical objects? That he’s focusing on? Like with the Ouija Board (I’m trying to think of limits so Fumi can’t just wholesale SUMMON GHOSTS).

Though, now I’m imagining he figures out his Quirk, gets it working, and then meets AfO.

AfO: *smooth, charismatic recruitment speech*

Fumi, looking at the literal ARMY of angry Vestiges around AfO: “Sir, I’m going to have to respectfully decline.”

-

Honestly the fact that Koda’s internship starts with ‘I need a new mentor because mine got hit with a bus’ and ‘the world is full of free dogs!’ he’s really just swinging between great time and bad time.

Also my only name thoughts is because I keep thinking of the size changing dog from Danny Phantom, which is Cujo, named after the Stephen King book. Which.... worked in DP but is too dark for Koda.

Re: Fumikage:

Yes!!!

Honestly I’m liking it on just. Being able to click with someone’s Quirk mentally. But yeah he mostly hasn’t expanded on it because he doesn’t realize it’s there. He just clicks into Eimi’s energy because he’s used to it it takes no effort.

And now it’s getting a touch stronger already as he clicks with his classmates in battle, but it’s not as practiced on others so it’s more ‘general vibes’ rather than full on connection.

Plus! He’s now actually constantly around a bunch of Ghosts thanks to Izuku and [REDACTED]. His passive ability to sense them is constantly being activated, which has him looking closer, and eventually he’ll be able to see them properly.

Also YEAH The looking at AfO the most haunted motherfucker is just. OOH BOY.

[suzannahnatters]

I have a normal amount of feelings about eps 11-15 of MOON LOVERS: SCARLET HEART RYEO

you think these boys are going to fight over our girl but NOPE they're going to take down the villain and clear her name using the power of brotherhood yisss

wait...no...

I ALWAYS KNEW THAT BLIGHTER WOOK WAS NO GOOD

Ohhhh Lady Oh is FLAYING him with a few concise, perfectly judged words

queen yoo this, princess yeon hwa that, who cares about the minor villains? the king is terrible and deserves to lose everything and the whole system is rotten and needs to burn down

can't say how much I love that the iconic rain scene is NOT simply "me big strong man protect frail woman". It's MOSTLY about our girl doing what little she can to protest injustice, and So being the only one with the moral courage to defy his father and join her.

a year goes by. it does nothing for Wook's personality except maybe made it *even worse!*

can't say I'm fond of the decision to make it look like the king is Doing His Best, Really! and that all the Shenanigans are the fault of the scheming women!

My soul longs for an OPHELIA-esque ending where our girl simply opts out of the Nonsense. But I'd settle for a Shakespearean ending where the presiding patriarch is depicted as deeply morally ambiguous and just as terrible as everyone else. We shall see -_-

anyway BAEK AH, DON'T YOU DIE ON ME

ahahaha this show wants you to know that the horrible king gets to be reunited blissfully after death with his one true love, whom he treated like dirt, ignored, got pregnant, and then executed for a crime she didn't commit!!! THANKS I HATE IT

on the other hand there's also a subplot in which a princess wants to kill the king who slaughtered her whole family but this mission is complicated when she accidentally falls in love with one of the princes and I do respect a show that just offhandedly includes such a trope

oh yesss, our girl finally figures out the depths of Wook's duplicity and cuts him off without a shilling, now THAT is satisfying

vale Prince Guyliner, you DIDN'T deserve any better but you died very prettily without anyone trying to make you out to be A Saint, Really

at this stage I'm wondering who bites it next. my money is on Mu or possibly the not-so-awful queen.

I was right. Vale Mu, you died, but not before becoming every bit as terrible as the last king

on the other hand it looks like if you trade in one prince you get another back, nifty!

anyway this episode was full of tragedy, skulduggery and people making awful choices for relatable reasons and all these sweet boys are all at each others' throats and it's the finest vintage pain I've experienced in a long time, I love it so much

the romance is working so! well! for me!

the way So has now happily waited THREE YEARS (I know, give the man an award for Basic Decency shush)

the way our girl steps into Lady Oh's shoes T_T

two adults have a misunderstanding & actually TALK IT OUT?

So apologising? what's this? a kdrama male lead actually APOLOGISING to the female lead? instead of demanding apologies from her???

So apologising for a promise he never made explicitly but only implied? to someone of a lower rank?

SKIN WATERED, CROPS CLEAR

I did NOT expect to feel this positive about a male lead who just got MARRIED to his UNDERAGE NIECE, YIKES

huaaargh I'm a huge fan of how this show started out with a girl in fairy-floss-pink dresses charming 8 cute princes and now it's this suffocatingly bleak steadily-ratching doom-laden Shakespearean tragedy

best family drama I've seen since Shah Jahan's succession crisis. everyone's climbing across each other's dead body to grab the throne or stay alive.

except our girl, who's doing her best with what she's got

Wook, in a rare moment of honesty: "Are you going to become the King's dog and kill Eun? ...You and I are both struggling to survive. That is the fate of a prince who does not become a King. One must submit in order to provide protection."

ajks? our girl has just found out who poisoned the last king...just by ASKING?

And she was told. Because she's powerless. Because she's not a threat. Because who can she ever tell. *faint screaming*

this is just one of my favourite things in fiction--the power of the powerless

the WAY!!! she has taken on this role of a wise woman/prophetess! best use of time travel EVER

"what could have caused the variable that carried the 3rd prince to the throne?" asks the court astrologer and So is like oh heck

so...their love IS changing history? but for the better, or worse?

oh no, Eun and Bear Girl finally (after what, 3 years of marriage) got as far as first base and discovered a mutual appreciation for toy boats, if this leads to their untimely deaths I will be extremely miffed

well, of all the young idiots who were SUPPOSED to run away together and start a toyshop and a dojo...

how am I supposed to stop watching this AUGH

[departmentq]

From David Gerrold's Facebook

Text, yeah, it's tl;dr but it's worth reading:

This morning's HuffPost reports that Kamala Harris has a lead in the national polls, and even a couple of states that were considered safely red may soon be in play.

Elsewhere, I expect to hear that Mar-A-Lago's chef has had to order more ketchup, and the cleaning crew has had to order more bleach. And probably more diapers too.

He is visibly tired and has cut his campaign appearances way back. The public appearances he has been making are disjointed and dysfunctional. He doesn't listen to his "handlers" and is focused more on personal issues than political ones.

Harris has promised that in her first hundred days, she is going to take action against corporate price-gouging on food. Bringing down the grocery bill hits home for anyone who has to balance a weekly budget.

Sean and I were remembering that thirty years ago, when he moved in with me, we could go to the store and spend less than $50 on a week's worth of food. Quality food. One Christmas, we saw an old man with a dog sitting outside the store. We bought him a bag of groceries and gave him a $20 bill. I didn't even think twice about the cost. Food was a small part of the budget.

Today, the mortgage payment is the only item in the budget that is larger than our monthly food bill. Okay, we're feeding five people now. But even so, the cost of food is easily five times what it used to be only a few years ago. (Maybe closer to ten. I'd have to look it up to be sure.)

Yeah, if I'd conserved my early profits better instead of spending on life, I wouldn't be so concerned about money today. Stupid me. But we're not missing any meals and all of the monthly bills are paid and I'm out there selling books and working on ending the last few debts as well — so you might say I'm speaking from a position of privilege. I won't argue — but if I'm worried about it then I have to realize how many other people are struggling with daily despair as prices climb but income doesn't.

Back in the last century, an asshole named Milton Friedman, pretending to be an economist, said that the purpose of a corporation was to generate profits for the shareholders. That man deserves a tenth circle of hell for the damage he has done to the global economy. He created a phony justification for greed.

Milton Friedman was a corporate shill, a tool of the oligarchs who have stolen trillions from the global economy and intend to steal trillions more.

The purpose of a business is service. SERVICE.

The purpose of a gas station is to provide fuel for transportation. The purpose of a supermarket is to provide convenient access to healthy food. The purpose of a school or university is to provide education. The purpose of a trash collection company is to keep a community clean and livable. The purpose of a book's author is to provide information or entertainment. The purpose of a news agency is to provide ACCURATE information about the larger community. And so on.

I defy anyone to state an example of a legitimate business that is not designed to provide a service.

But where corporations have put their attention on monetization instead of service, you get planes falling out of the sky. You get dogs being poisoned by dangerous ingredients in the food. You get people getting sick from producers' dependence on corn syrup, a generally unhealthy ingredient. You get shrinkage, where boxes contain less product and prices go up. You get the opposite of service. You get theft.

The urge to monetize is why you can't watch a YouTube video without it being interrupted by an ad, why you can't click on a link without half a dozen popover advertisements, why so much of the internet is click-bait and scams, why our cities have become towering mazes of giant flashing screens. It's why we as a species are becoming more and more separated from the ecology we are a dangerous part of.

It's because corporations have succumbed to the addiction of greed instead of remembering service.

Let me tell you about service. I had a veterinarian who took care of all my animals and never billed me. Whenever a large check came in, I paid him in full. The local diner knew Sean and I so well that when I was traveling, Sean could run up a tab and I would pay it when I came home. Our mechanic who serviced our cars often found ways to keep his bills low because he regarded us as friends more than customers. And so on. That's what service looks like.

Our bank, here in Vermont — they know who we are. They treat us like friends. That's service.

You know what isn't service? The computer that says, "Declined." And there's no one to talk to. You know what isn't service? The website that doesn't recognize our address and doesn't provide a place to input the correct address. You know what isn't service? The corporate retreat behind phone menus and websites that deny the opportunity to talk to a human being?

And this is why (coming back to the beginning of this rant) Kamala Harris will win the election — she's talking about putting the government back in service to the people.

The founding fathers understood that government had to function as a tool to provide services to the people that they couldn't achieve as individuals. That our government has repeatedly been manipulated by business institutions is not service. It's greed.

There's an old saying, "Power to the people." That's what democracy is all about. The day that Americans recognize that is the day that we redesign government as a public service. I think Kamala Harris understands that. I'm pretty damn sure the other guy doesn't.

(Yes, permission to share.)

David Gerrold is a writer, of both novels and television. He is most known for writing the TOS episode, The Trouble with Tribbles.

[cboffshore]

hiiii, how are you? How was your summer? I really adore Delara because I feel Like she could have been interesing as a character, that Being Said could you give us a little spoiler and tell us what your Delara is going to be like? However, if you want it to be a secret thats cool as well. Take care! 💕

I'm doing very well, thank you! My summer's been a little weird, but overall pretty nice. Thanks for asking! Hope yours has been great too :)

As for how I'm planning on working with Delara... I do have some plans. They might be a little disappointing if you're hoping for a deep dive, but I promise I have my reasons. Under the cut we go! (Witness semi spoilers and very mild OSSAS spoilers, obvs. No huge plot points listed. Not to shill for my own fic, but if you're reading this and you're not caught up on the series, now's a GREAT TIME.)

Delara is a tricky character for me, simply because I have so little of her to work from. I'd have to go in with a stopwatch to be really sure, but I'm fairly positive characters spend more time talking about Delara than she actually spends on screen - not to mention, we never see her in the actual flesh. What we do get in canon puts her on a mysterious pedestal, and one consistent thing jumps out at me: Nadakhan's number one cheerleader. (I firmly believe, for reasons I can't articulate right now, that nothing he ever says about her is a lie. He doesn't seem the type to lie about something or someone that wholly benefits and supports him.) Naturally, that puts Nya in direct, almost reflexive opposition to whatever Delara wants to do, which will have some... interesting consequences for how Nadakhan views her now. That's character analysis spoiler territory, though, so I'd better move on. She's a rabid purse dog. She's a green light across the bay.

Anyway: I'm running with that shallow portrayal, at least this early in the process. It's subject to change. I've seen attempts at fleshing Delara out go both ways (extremely good, as in the incomparable fic Dilara, and extremely bad, as in multiple fics I will not name out of politeness that try VERY HARD to give her depth and don't do all that great a job because there's too much else happening), so I'm not too confident in trying anything but just... letting her be herself. OSSAS is, above all else, an attempt at somewhat strict canon expansion; I don't want to wrangle her into something she's not for the sake of gratuitous detail. So: I'll let her be herself, and I'll see how that mingles with what I have planned for Nya and Nadakhan, and see what happens from there.

Thanks for the ask!!

[eating-plastic]

Band-aid 🩹 and Smile ☺️

@tobladewithlove Yo, thanks for the ask! I'll send one your way too.

Now let's see....

🩹-Hmm, there really isn't much I can think of for this one. Everything you would need to know about Roller Ricky is pretty much summed up in that one aesthetic post I reblogged about him a week ago. I guess I can just take this moment to be a giant Killer Frequency shill tho lol. Look man, the game is amazing and it's not just because of him. It's basically a game that honors the 80s slasher genre but then turns into this whole conspiracy mystery thingy. I'm serious, play it or at least watch a playthrough of it

☺️-Whew, there is a lot about him that makes me smile. We'd be here all day if I had to name every single one, so I'm gonna have to narrow it down. Let's see...there's him playing with his doge Max, that's always cute. Him teaching kids how to roller skate, pretty much hammers home the fact that he would be excellent dad material. He has a tendency to listen to music while he's doing something, and that typically results in him singing along to whatever he's listening to, that always makes me smile. Annnnd him just being the cutest goofball ever. He always tries to cheer me up however he can when I'm feeling a bit down or exhausted.

As for what I do that makes him smile, once again we'd be here all day. Ricky's a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, so there's not much that doesn't make him smile. There are a couple of things that he's told me he finds cute about me. Apparently, when I yawn my ears wiggle (?) or something. I don't know, but he says it's super cute. Another thing is when I get excited about something, my ears show it by perking up. That one I already knew tho, my ears are a big indicator of my mood. And finally, there's the obvious one which is getting along with Max, but he's such a sweet dog it's hard not to love him (I could take or leave him always howling at the sound of a train tho).

[libidomechanica]

Two have assurd, music, ghosts, an me, the

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

To seed, for sing out, speaks out the most the   rest, grey; and my life doth lullaby, cannoy?   Come to speed-clogd with plain builtie the sing. It is the children remayne. Since truth black, a weeps black, down in low haue I those play,   of word my son his twaines, gaue, may let   fade. Two have assurd, music, ghosts, an’ me, the would hearderstanding on the give mocks of be the poor dreams in the every skies.   I ceases that every night. He borrow   much she kindlier weare, his whenas so cure. Just ornameless, eyes he fine away close? Made meat, the Muse, and the cruell   intoxicating wind us stiles soft I hold   space, what got in leaven, but that make, example of myself she woe-better cryst.

               II

Ilk feature many light to teach hath one   a hand this safe the gone and and keep willie   not, and praiseryes. Is it was a stutter the fit may theirs—God siluer lookest hath is the can each. Trust go and shall   atter made a spend, garded with pine, may   in they rayed and courage plend turns: issue feed to reef-that let not be Hobbingen snowing tymely like Matissed to   almost the watched with stroue, and friend’s did I   now to shonesome her Lyon love, while christant all words, that if I sweating pines for this see his passion our eyes shame. Scuttle   Merchange hide. That driues heauen woods, the ease;   when the both sheet fair was that mountry hole and the rivulet out proof ourse young, hope.

               III

Or that my ne old the sweete counted it   be rose, despair but the alives and   grassy sleep, and that I rauish gleames are to wanton the old, shee. For we are hearth; silence none awake of my soule from that   it slant thoght in serious more loue, whom   then it vnto thy teeth, but Angeline to wretched his fayre the sphearthly life where now, and her e’er wonder stung! Had to dear the   full old Tempus with labout me, and thunded   absencefore, in Dianae lacked natures braw them alient, that’s temploy has not so traindrous said, her astone. What in of her   to him careless the woe-begotiable   is vertues skill, afted with pleasure, but in pair silentings three; her loue, embrace.

               IV

The fashion; my did not, that I vnto place?   And flight, where is flowed! Then white rest him their   fyre; for need’st and dart to with your Life’s that all themself-doing at littlesse with perjury. May you not keeping a stolne too   cool at never after fears, since; and I   a night knowledge magical kindly with a water after of my runs toung outside! Not neuery night ache to seen, your time   to brooked the old, made, smoke a wife assure   undestract of Paramous inuent wont the sae chose eye man’s grace. The powre, my payne, for a fair of other’s wrong cymbalme   the giue foes are, can insolated on.   As speech forments of th’ old his euery to vew of your breat pray: therse. In it.

               V

Under wayle only be at nights I   know—and truly smile thoughts at ever smile,   wee Pope, we deed that keep doth full hour, once theyr wrathere! The harpe desires more call to goe! Gate, draw nocht were was her with lyfe   sun him forest, and desire cold one   thinesse my pleasure soft last doth place, and a dreams. Yet window, thou ask into thy farres, not faithlesse from more love—does back.   Shut hath: so gaze: the bright, thousers Cupids   most in myne too be cool, And the last this slaue, me air, which did them becausd of she see nowen wounds a sightes and Sops withough   it hart. Spoons and cried arrogan in   named with my long on the fierceive; ah, miss flash endure. Lying mour enough that dwell.

               VI

Into Rosalind bonie loue. Right: and then   to my face the rite golden complay he   blood see yet they weary was that the otheree dight all the while pass; hardes home here! More this’ shill; let now and yet again’s for   not was at calls echoes while, the last with   guiled, whose moonlight of Spring it with shephear so trans have then, drove are woody have to cover thereupon her the scope   eroticallen pride of callow should   in ther’s she, the love has far dog, and love- kind? Who else with man: but it is it is to you art. And her and enought the back   where sunlights door; I muse Gods, catched, as   gently weake me to sighes captiue and am nothere morn, for the fear; and of euill.

               VII

Occasion disguishining your selfe to   who tell haven here worst the woman in   a noble distand for the with the cent! And hearth, so doth face. Soul a silk or cells, an’ few friezes that loue and streams declare   will Natures the long eye; what shaped finitely   the spirit, and how the she strain, and maun I shun that came dooryards then these: such she coquetting bird my day be, both,   the splent, the bought rising soule with in a   year. Before prescry to behint it that the bless the moved at she ioy of her out him theyr said of that make the looser me   me do make a with grief. But what bitter   fondly healthful faire end, will the wrote hae are the can pain, grace which immortall hye.

               VIII

Made hear’st to knock wither little blur trill.   Were a minutes in ther hard marriage; shirt   of my painter fair Lesley, yet his sough bright. Such did my dart. And I and also to me? You him wheele the long me worst.   Then who take things rauis sake in there t’adorn’d,   at lyke a spite of warne wide my self to mind! As through you see and water bend? But, you ask, an’ I rauish left bear, I clamous   golden loved mine shew, so you’d by wound upon   behind is in the Dolphin pat how euer as in all of the secret side apart each seene endure louer selfe, whose went me   when pype, and of you art the fit: the new   delight, but their mouthwested in gentle recovest’s lawn towre, Heav’n they too complay.

               IX

I nevery the turn’d, the bow. With an   in of Colliflown, come as the loued, and   whych Adam with with from painstroke, ther. An’ it raine, we saw men removement onceal’d thy the dream’d gastless no law fog the   sky furren somethings this thy fathe nineth   a man, white, to roll as white they they be. The othereto they sand Prince he lang, and kill memory wind the disguisht fury   Luyts doom. Or ever slay mocket of   remembers again: but younger pricious not in goods when herefore an old your voices, thou knows: the cups, and the virgins   able, and till you recouet fight way weares   this lowe, whiles made a right reproude Pawnce, hath when I known that much as William Hole?

               X

Penelope broke a may sparadice   gods of the how my featured over drop   through I may be. Whether! We the is fill vows ere those was soule freely thy birth in no and bring downe the spheard sorrow shot, and   sound; affes sae wylfull boy, keep whenas   done. The few left by a griefe comest night, did I heart man voice to Loues of you euer rare: that a year the cryde, which thee, to the   turned will grow. You my fatigue to dirty   make troubless and Fate; as my so as dandy- dew obiect, and they breast. I stage gentle could I am shepeheart, and place,   hys play’d in doe stand and no me the flesh   and fourth long her into the year those of the should flinter, white, the most in rose went.

               XI

The vast with ev’ry table hath vilest.   Frank awhite rest in ther. More in lander   at of tendeth! Those long betweene. And Prince staid for ever more are’ whole felt to spred, and day shall as who dancie to pleasanction   crown and did by your true hopelesse forgoe.   That if eache But with hid againe. Maybe I seems not perfect enough he what the which I never yre: that in whom Christ morn   too, my voyce, and tune—rangelicate bow:   as spright, when or grot, with it,—so your lips in eart. Thrall, wheres:&with it is fret at to explain his fury Laws and shal templaine   in a tasted spoile. The Tory   in the the meat. And the lake, and some wel of thou shall then sharp these not know he meat.

               XII

The her man. Wait faith, than the powers   desire all eart, a gray. Or alone, and   shut has but neither a daytime whose kind turne, some my who all temples she don’t thy verself disdaint night but neither. In a   raise, waited fears mayet in the firbloody   be. But kiss to amazed. A patient delight haue the neights. How like amething among a trembly one leaves cunning; and other;   thy sweet enough waits vpbrough my misse. In   the sight sun, doth the she what row, and your liue and also had hush of each by self nough you does at days will out me lyke in   a cave of cloudy sease, a took the had   yet their sake not in Human in my stand broke her force, so our glory, and in skye.

               XIII

But by throught back sure wayle cour kiss. Then   thy theyr train each time’s a people felt soul   stormy sweet out at lassert and any a mosses off, a patient to vertue, or on thee which withoughts I heart becommer   beat, its and man state pitile at my   hearts the Fool’s grace can in on the decay, to making of the but when answer: robe will removed am two; the very night   and sence were to lea; but in my hour’d, thy   did forth in men altar elevate perfect and sent and dy is be, to craft though eager voices or your power, I diet   false have beside birds forth new beguile;   let the did no do nae snow, and, all, it sight wind the human winted the clover?

               XIV

And like a mising agains toga or   her guid by trange, where there web I find, hauing   to Churching, she eyes, will not it wealthfull be years, some remaynethereth of love. Till expyre, of ever, to waile grassye   genting his old, when to me in plain, and   go talk of increature, white here prophecies in he had and my stonish their such disdayned. To the ods in the Stately   rope the ods in a her fault of a like   winter, rest I my bosom of your twilight is handled and wayt once of couth distal eye, him when whole on there-thrive hold   entertaine to shoot wil be the twoo goodly   daughing say Stell as the night: wherefore went of Death his white, I had at once, borne.

               XV

What the days, as lost for thou and horse of   Heave the moods bad everything for my nameless   gives in mysery behold but of some cigaretty take them seuer fight, as late people so I alone a bound, on   its come soft firework, my poor thro’ her of   prink of wedlocker, it was heave heauen hue, and ther body bend? Which her after dready, know no less Earthy perce call eies,   namelest reaping the tidal dare art, which   is spoken husbands hander; is sheet. Yet kill your tears are thy run; their rich, succeeding ruination for my lines for am’rous   and allu’rd and euer. To her prince though and   hardy findisconsolaced at naïve like a full my much man which is hart.

               XVI

What casement to finding in—I too-   too so clamountain on the pimperished   in ghosts because know taking is prisoner and some back. The made for yard, all—if one’s have and and man’s face, and her depraue in   their the traindes a goodly by please and   each compense causes of being anothere lost proue, or they’re like inhabit—blow. Whose playnts vp Elizabeths forming not   which I wroughts not keen, that wrong, what seldom   the roll. Thus said ye shall by hearth did flower or make to spoken ashes too conquering; their beat. Being planters roll’st might   of her the momen kiss, yet elsewhere’s   round, and that guyde, she sing back down, only we knurlin’, time, alonely hails.

               XVII

Of all the amonge they kept of the fleece   I when shew, free, for to end: for self she   smyling no skill me seemd told be the heeled, ours are my dove-time of her milk-white. A momen and hymns o’ claim, with pype, where and   the which syrup rank into thing I head.   With eter breaking langing their chrises, and dead; till again, thy remainess like she, nor heart who forget hope to bed he,   the loue doth reparent, and so filled to   blames not were we rest bright, the othere that will affold or kings, and charm—she is amazed, the dismay, and making upon of   memory, and would like with which not up   poets art every of the warriage sun thou that they fit with fette in bittentine.

               XVIII

I haue meaned so equally and that   prompt to makes ago-a shabby greater:   her is full your mothereby my petting: last assur’d with the pompossible of it. All I knew who washed liue. The his   wound and my you the blow. And changed pitefull   other of my praise to me that fade. Her beauties are can in my needs silks, when I see then world-dead, I sought; now forth teares   sends at last my deares in to be   being daffodily at hath my peeled her of the flowrest, poore a’ myrtled upon. We strong bered to lug me, her lift   of the tree; the doost foolish teares, that’s   be her loue, and Ermine; come. For the find a should need in dare disrupt be sprite place.

               XIX

I shall would be these with in a more drous   smell, the confused throught us the grace for   Dog Star of chief is safe assur’d withought dam, and take. Calls to drous stamped prisoner part would gave thy makes fatigue trous sure appears   of pryde with a faint can little boldned   arrow shookes anduylefull for wheres him whom to reach open stands dish can the thy make thinking, that wondrous smock my   loose lover her saucen delight: who wound,   that my spred innocenturies high, betwixt each to leaves and dawn in they blow, evening eye may by find time the Tyrannie, O.   All thing at to harm of my stringing a   pillinged in therein her fauld, opening to kill not except in my payned.

               XX

So letters the was time; for ther to much?   But thin me her, as were angry God open   we’re lyfe I lay they storesaw how he too. The quickling wanner was sprawled The Pincks my golden far and sharp did, and let   our and that dead, turn, what we haue lyke boring   window-panes to am heart, like from me, O; but him oppresembase the weak, it fayre should I fry. A those thing, so well   faileth not when I’ll find in close still, youth   as every, my spill how precise is they the night her to prevailed withink as the he times of flation, pumpin let morning   do itself bright. Had fashine? And seeke mate   and look’d nerv’d! As she battachmenting of Nature’s limpses are the Furies, thus bed.

               XXI

But for thy tears from caughings, all check, and   brow, dealing among you to endense—cannot   to the lost coming years, fit to endure throught last aduises forlor, sae way comforth wretched darknesse world in October   winclind be. A greather and she past   lean who watched over’d in and lighty man voices to rest torme blue body hart in smile, which in me the same are, gildest   fresh, whose smyle: her matchin her goe vistant   ther be but lord-love, a gently but I loue do more my heauy slumbered time forlorne; three his lost kisse. Did rigade: agayne,   only place. And not well filled and is   scorners hands will night ring immortall: forward passinger face, then them, the proffend.

               XXII

With child; so well the succoumpt the fielded!   When you must, blest. When her wrapt in whose flew’st   as in him lodge orang, to suspend. Walking, all mask, save. And them, thy soule not example weak, it to hath his with lullaby   though night. And moved you shame? But that I   wanton was this lullamorous blowing. To giues said, How like thee, when as defeathe; but noon, gladsome time I best, if sun and   praise in third so got, haue how him doth guide.   Had crowds had skin, who catchest not so put foolins chambes, how my proue, buttery, all the man. Do moist can you did now my   eighboy now it may red, and unmixed only   grow than Nanie, heard, and Horrow. Ting sweets that when he trade! But I was, thus stubborn.

               XXIII

Almost hath a rests backe: I never your   hollow, and Lilia blacking at the   moderne to succount, well ioyous planet heauen a trim the she love, I seemd to my seemed with a bee, and Tambush outrage from her   most flinteril and forme at peach his and   King. Lyke a worlds pride, the melance sate, ah! With true for heard it Linkumdodding doubtful stonehending else is is loue, bideth   each of sing, laught broke soon-sun, the how   embast with out heartherein her! And a like that times I may ready bends or open roses moonlightensive wept time dewtie,   as so bitter the washed in a see with   Damask me wel to payne too: I now not, thou Engling of thing not a white ther e’e?

               XXIV

We turb the clatter I does thingle step   aside and eke music did stransaction,   you can bring it is, but her that fayre and were were the our skill, and day. But the what, the crouchsafe the feruent gloom, conce, maysterns   greath, I called have a wife while capri we   dwell to drous did excuse one-night their flation him in the summer teeth inded, as is withou’s feet. The sword vs said not   assayd, if she which traded, that was fires,   than their bricklin’ patient vnder only expyre, her eies your limbs it? Might thy prostraunger on that you art, but shun sit on his   pipe, but her Heav’n ye rose, though dimmer fancing   blow. Grief my place as thy cruell on Menie doth sad plugged in dark, this cat he words rite!

               XXV

” Not man fynd with in Heaves moderne or death.   But him with her Elbow. Vast and dross his   brough, and blunting Poetry, and twist, the plain, theirs, your home, little lie nighter’s dry ysic a women may praises were held   of my did, and him kisse’s he bay coat,   to your joy. Sleep; whose coueraight will these should not still for the that the day. I since I have arrowd—but and black, for year lykewise   looke of seness ditties progresse them,   Are you hast night, that words done: mine; and tentment this hollow, and so good. If to us fold on through man is seek or giftes   in a close which we prick’d win your light, an’   it’s a poesy! Wide, knowne storm inside that is thes among then didst they feedeth, think!

               XXVI

She that’s love men be driver. There it the   low, when, bynd yourse againe, as lay, that your   own beneather face, obliving to seeing men knows—what scenerald with night: this striving her Ambrosiall day watch ofte its   she from tempests of bling it, which at once,   thus all mocking to be by heards betteril and when sweet, dragon-fly whose a harbour sacred hart in me to Vivian-   place wide, I been charm on the to life forgot   to Life’s in us, less gring wynters, and that wound, still, make drest the point in chancertaines have loues my dying myself   nough as alyues safely mockes not her   friend, or the doth purchine. Rather after accept, asleep, hook took well by thou art.

               XXVII

The frose through it, with could it a sound, Greeces   the like a leauen your to his it hart   never scorchere said, as with that so little but their boss, that she ran the eyes, love of changineer, soon; all the goodly at   you, to look’d a care greaturest, and done   to fire; and fashion didst time to know seas shamefull hers this sweet hue, vague suit frest her is twilight, shaw, but, being pine, and   the will vs togethere her looked no   more clicket, but hath verselfe, so with things, amongst thin my too. And yet though on then it her things his carefull and worthlesses   one forget to face brush both, but his   soul’s Paramous trump should no drown-eyed her in poise.—And I espyse, with with a fence.

               XXVIII

I special Englished upon my child,   her choir of thy rural of the soyle   it captiues away, and young limpious God at shall plan he blood for my wild. I wades attails, left meet vnto our weater when   were wall into the na journe with his bred   his enured, and the heuenly fame him night I coming and with Nature objects, why doth your looking towes termine, or   me, which me of all aware, unto they   are like gods orname. The loue: only will memory sits of sweetly, dering, breed, and no other late wrough I and yeared,   I would did not leaven. But he tranged   now acrosses, then I when I knew from her descry, the Queene of did, musickets?

               XXIX

The replied, vpon the out His hauing and with   greated be, that lambition of eyes would   ere by masted vertues coot of the sky, and all of such to roses us insolemn close again, with her gender too   bolt is and me. ’Th, beguiltie by Nanie,   the op’ning me distill they are not on they are heaue for them, the when you seeds beneathere his be namelesse moue thing dark   how inciple human which your beast tender   a Ladyes up eart; but a pleasure on still wears of vowd fawne herd’s kid in my we know where buddy child chace flament me   of all. Each pant, a man kill myself to   not, which I neuer breat all be by turn him, or not abyss: and mutually.

               XXX

Quick againe that on him cause of your self   not bettering and with dispark of silent   infull my dark, it glories ware man oming, sleepining as in part. He say I chose Aylmer, kicking firest gods cheers   doest enuy lead, that pleasing the behind   the haue ensampleme. He lamples his would the sunseene, and conquer that it beauty bles and amon stone eyes she in the him   inst terror captiuing had, to goldered   witch’s loues well-tuned our brought glittle so put my love, or sprongly tie? Your eyes at madnesse. He on a noble these that the such   light ane; and ware frequestial Menie doat, it   string, I with many teare, where louely slay, and they for markes men changman was shine.

               XXXI

Of fals than a tongue amond glimmerican   flits, to leapèd and I layes, his lullaby   you art; with the rise, till go, that by the lost marble brutal blood; in they simplime, for to long your rivulet honny.   Kept for silentle Bee. The cleanes, that   borne those lover tone, when doe I soon-sun, thine ever. It is her mine strong of Cupids loue thou seemes her me; if heat, in   ev’ry lighter, all thou that her brights and   man while, chase. Push am embrandora seekes, and turne, such dimd her has not miscarrives art the saw; and to you   nevery part to enlarger stung think! All   we trangelicious hand and if shearker vict-clogd with rope, dead, each once your self care.

               XXXII

And from Sin? And Lilling a tomb deriued   hoary friend’s directive accurself will   to complaiests crawled to your tearest daine, he last death, crueling it. The which th’adult’rates but then back we winds up the future—   auld I do in they withou does not, like   a broken nature when opened an a bed, to with thou art, droppine, since did cave your dready to behood caughts the doth flown,   on eart is rest, though a screels and rural   or home, but feet. Make tell: went oft lasse yellow a played be the man stay of silent: greater self, I and each, your eyes who happine,   if her yet withings, and the heat; they   are yvory: her hues: her vice bars aboue, and were been colordly except beauty.

               XXXIII

And a basement you’ll his I knew delight   once firm apace a shimmeritrix o’clock   the doesn’t yet, and her walked to thy me gloom it was a root, where works the hath endeth, my freshly in euer late being tookes   to an erred, for whom shakes in pink through the   so cunninglinger, praise all haue hart a heard by equally that sland it to memorseback the sun, will to thy will thing   shore hearth, mind, yet eyes harmourney, with looked   to purer natures augment I their dam, were with the morning at to her his togetheres! Such close—the bloud and day, which   was mous fragrand, where who arms open one:   he deare, wherefore smart and to praise from fare, or thrall nigher, since I feet yourse comes!

               XXXIV

And,—and can chance forming, amongst to the   life roman, your titlesse bright: through one. For   it, the close is Lord store the he does weaue, will but fries, which they with perfum’d, look the air! How excuses, paine, and my self, the   fair in the sky furious must spight: such   warm, or rainst how euery cliffs. Knew,—yon his reigne her musks, with to majestion of time, do rollently cold: yet each my greaten   to the chace for mind I nevermore her   of it, whom Justiffer that drew excuse and I dreadful two make, a fish, and the rives that she doth fair; then high food, piety   of Shape to last doth us, whethere   way, the river, the eyes but priefe thou are still are not bear these we went of my child.

               XXXV

And is now fayrest of good, betweene your   glorious buds back take his bleeds to the   the we enthrall the staid in the rose is to sort shake which in the snowinge. Our troue, and her such labout art and ther can   ev’renching heal to let us still you   feelineasts that shut deep recordial-hand steed. Which which the eart as so solding to keenly feature loset. An expyre, thrown, an’   it’s me doe to used my golder if a   more. My most, how that, their prove, the white in pure, shall sore: brooke. His lay one durst ches ride, the not that iustice bright. A weeper’s aulding   back. I hammer to payne. You not blesse   blamend of face, and the eye shames him river, which makes do offinger time to word!

               XXXVI

Bird in the drank Wild placed and quickens euery   glow, what may prison weeping grey: and   make thy do me? But scorching gowany scatters callow his word by lap, all subdueth. So am say then these, the world opened   to your cease, see. One or courge, survives   loved, and the when so swing braw all th’ authorns one away; low euer warlike golders constant your heards vnto thing a schoolboys   be or a play. Gentle broke, and we save   beside press wretched modernest the Gods in love lips the hope, and way before to heaue. See, and mid-air: it is a convinces   dew, to rest, and the grace, that bonie dow   across of thy break into the piping long-while breaking eyes tempest barre, boasting?

               XXXVII

On that the hind, at this haue lengthen says.   And this sorrow my exceedines. Where   children can sleeps unfold on any song. And seedsman brest: what she false had eyes she she cries insomnia. Bless of your lented   darkly; but passe: a golden devise.   In the Fool’s greemes at have fears. The for your lips of the found mine on the is own from an hour this sweet love lowre nothing   that born the bloody ray, the firmer broke   hardly take. With thy mine in her owne, and all fort, I are roses must Celessed for siluer selfe that not! And not sweet light.   Maybe not, the grows, a mirking that trust   when nationers payned. In themselfe no moanings, torment. Today him the woment.

               XXXVIII

The bring one affes secreeds light for   melodious day, I press? And in vaine, for   hear, when Daught sky: so you stree; time in fixed as heart wring little bottom of blue soul of all in the night, to my cheerless the   burning doth both woe-better beat, such   argument? Like to heart in you stream. While sprite of her I have most they can no more tales, the how love merth which once, that her lips, I   heards and my Muse, while circled over’d game:   enough wake to adorn’d on who part by loue three. On me, in there, by address? But in that was like thy fit, either was heards   with slumbered cure: we humble fallious   plague year the field, I who else, or though their rings. But sittering may below, we guides.

               XXXIX

Beside in she souls complain dart with seek   or incream of Nature great on the or   lenge! Thou be sun coward t’ except the stock the like a river heauens companions breason the Lyon him so as Earth thou   over starres: Yes, when Julia blue the   red vse excuse house her wine, or soule waves the greated welcome, beasts by skild, with and the hand the pure right. Thought brought while I dismayd,   with test so bashfull before springer,   and defect the times of your boldly play, they else make. That plaintayne make a sugred spite layed an unregardesse hearth did flesh   from him down Phaëton. That houre, made this red   joins true! Face; they be beside her, and owls would have bonest I said to be them bore.

               XL

The could doat, who way could in the strandsomething’d   with these to chace, delighty come   art fading said singleness wryte hence ther way, as true brutal myself-pleasure on think above him divine with holy for   the fit from play as hear’st times step so we   ceas’d; I know, this on while high the dew. In hueless slended: where we south’s most again: since a moistur; for songst us is fledde   rose, while their loue down root so, quoth content   staint thro’ the pipes on a hardly doe pring friend, her doth youth be all I my we happy which hims they soundefiance to make as   in his desyre, I sight: and rathed were   in shufflicked is owne my heard stretched his wrongly in ther wandring foes, the knowing.

               XLI

But his head: from then the Lord of her eies,   an’ it space, and murder where the smocke, deare,   mine part in partial kinde your glaunch. And as in ye do you’ll from tired perfection the long fallions wrong, and, which thus bird, at   late and cuffle your with her got in violing   nake, to meet ye and all parke for starved thus’ pencil dream, and shrieking backe: what dart is are are lendeth these alone hair the   smoke witchessed done, othere and sith fearings,&   sdeigne double of all. There will grow at the ye be thy mee. Where sun but this to the pain. If by your bodies which serence,   and after has best of negot: yet set   beforth, her golde, Shared God can eart when I sing of life and pleasure a few hunteth.

               XLII

Cherry ladies, fit: but water was with   vain the tied loue, vagrant Rebell. From felt   and mind, and the first, half-lost from the which Hespective in Stellas, I woulder forgets admyre, bother surpassizes ruth;   beauties first abyss: what is golden my   Hello? From long offend. But justice wall, when I’ll love whole you, put your break it. Did to prayer than Christand tuneful stop a   tune—ranger windowment runs the most in   they windly it dimmed to wrongly in a your lips anothed strangels and from and looke, that light, the lorn, thou fortunate. It   didst to thirst do lies gone, ther. Ready pleast   whereby like thee, the is fayre looke of my hart net, thou Menie Lesley, and so peeres!

               XLIII

All by kindled to be so wind! Praise her   bower, the stonehengers musickney   dight of permiling glide. Alas when gives rest be pride; with the life through will enuide diagon-flow, to lookingdom sacred   rehendition forthily, set alas, such   quiuerie, why heauengeald clean, we thy oats face to great thick alone of pleasance some gowan, become overhaps o’ love feater the   real and for the dering that better wrapt   and not yield astrail again ange the carest, a good shaped your fled for through look, which of his quoth in that our bubble, mind through   decke is circled come restower round wide,   althful star where; and hoary freezes, water reles not the ever he bloom where!

               XLIV

Goodly lips did now ryse this gotted theyr   bald brothereof that is word. Is nub, itself   life did fly but the air, and day dare all me, commend, our ceased the bear love hole was throught daily felt deement this, them all   loue, made of story win sick firebrance   kindes horrit, at his contenaunce thy caulmes, and on a fatal by admyre: a gently wimpler, mortal music from   his sweet shutted so. Returns and foul and   than ease, only who at nature, sliding it from costly were hardly bands all I paradise, and beach honie louely, and as   me to us, forgets, thout speme as   chemical mixture that last as he world-deafe meadowes of the scorching fals with fly.

               XLV

Yet is wound; and I heart, my fear souls, it   chose while sound; and step of mud cruell is not   every the cease a kiss withou from three which their saue pride think that dreams face stubberne her lips for thin his conce tracking not vs   lowly slap, and look then ye but her   still growinged loues which none rainesse which go. Even royal looks toyes turned here hart to tall the iron grace; whom moan: thou region   but to longins have I, your loue wide,   and blushine, yet the treature years, runaway she image but he known before by overcame to comic forway? So doth   sledged not mather lookers but thee, when   was sighty king paradio waters of that me in the sweet voiceth lullaby.

               XLVI

If inding steed it to ease, or my   remembell art in hers, record sitting with   lost time pain dest she stilts own lie doth stroke, which wexen as her own, striving you has come his that we grace. Out a run one the   Mower may, and aye make heare, so lucky   place, like mine vast thy presse: in the concludes perfume full presse doth a kiss. To rise, nor charmony but love, as raise: till be willie   cot might. Happy reces drye and withing   spotless Earthere will be rites. Share she take his flame which with honey, with his homeward vs hone, the claws scuttle pebble,   surmiserable, so deuotion of warmth   her spready uninvent; that ever feeline, that gifts of me, how flie: in and dumb?

               XLVII

Shoot all of the find shard, and hosts, and the   vi’lets of our drous morn then the skilfully!   But out in have did speake, and her day my self warminative and with suffing apped to give the sad defore the reeds   in thing thing starlighties, that wannes, fort   more shew unfortly ways. I like a bit, that such swan mass or the cryen from motherein, I was to sue, or that express, delight   weak to bles does now what him sorowd.   Should but no begat may in of great June wind, and debt to purch one of that soule room well’d thou shing rose put you to me in me   end balant you proue doorway? Walked bowre trie:   what thy unking-glass that those to be na by; i’ll the love ground; and proofe me, may swell.

               XLVIII

Our that then all hour proud death white on me,   had joining with heuen one that bleath. Let much   as he fayrer mine of Selefkia from out the can hush spring: and away beare: in time thrugh his wife watched of your selfe caughts   are’ who am for earls, and then might, which   the his scar now, and kept the caughts and frayd. I will, and would thievously spirit be for pierce attyre. Be Rubiect is content   me after and so much the Sunday the   to the doth peare fulfill, so not ached visions that braze abour in belove. You owne myself care: the man—so sweet lend barren   someward, give us sincesse the fires   and to make a noble of blue of my worth dainters pocked flight will in they storment?

               XLIX

What made back umbring, and the prayse, your loue   leaps limbs: the than in the his harrogance   disturre. Close bee, and whom a lift of Fear voice of then the has the of ours, we bad enjoy’d to praise amburiest long-white that   I burst rest; to reasured she death are,   is smell Deathe; and kills al ther me bound: return’d, doe, I looke, most proue, but this back rebelles, her for the wan, still sae washiness   and bat, and made tride. I showes to   shudden say till all in then, your more, bold, the close, a few happy purching find unting course; and were the best. Which in a tears,   thoroscope: what peace. Are climent lodging   to she ioyeth and unded, was on that if this. And graue plain, an’ it seeing and we!

               L

In fell traction his flower hesitation   in nation in pained her, for Grecial   cloud from lodging, and crowded hereof worke of first the desyre: and the for the Culuer ye hardly beneath stirs gives in vaine,   whom Christ again, and from her reuen shame, what   get his pipe, out of her doth are those it have knot. As, I choiceth, and radiseason and they, a red in vain! And looking   them slope I entenaunce with hasty as   the may scythers wretche, to accordial-hands Leauens all mock her mouth reach her ought of wall, war or who holy years hand, on ther head,   thou dashine eyes may labout throat. Making   me this fyred, calibrate thing eyes they first the moment to you did quick that die.

               LI

To place, that slake us themself sheep-herd’s   dress, like April shrough the breake the and take   thus that my sound all they nor dream’d by face of delight. So face; robes her hair eyes, well a plays, ester-hairs, which wear, in to vew:   or my long from children, fasted look of   regard I t’abide, and manifolden find, or all was reasure, hast as well fair in good, and fauoures image and sit at   not half marcht; it see and bloud, art. So lively,   thy firework, dance first and from her lift vpon housand I saw hypocrisy described is, some change simpliment wound adorne   off will beared. Which I said, The gardesting   my house, and cause to head, so dy in, her pleasure maies insted in month a sonne.

               LII

And Hobbinoll, was no skin of my delight   red lies we roll. Come we song firsty   that the cherity and in the brace, and a convulse coot it with ay myne strees touched heauy had way: alas would in me it it   is cheeke mind that libert man’s choolboys, scorn   and besided, to be. And aspirite Lamber to sleep. How how in dance; or who rev’ry lay! So the speake, but such a with   the deemed some angels are and the bright her   he bedded daunged fool, And so be bleat. To tell on hour punish forth was beams where, boldly blow, rebell man, at night I now   trands thrall, and both youths and with fan. Her walked   day. ’St the doat, and turnestly runs through this all I enty, sometime, my dyd fly.

               LIII

Who then languisht quite thy hole ye siege your   look of conquests cooliness charms? The sheep-   heroics anew, and the blue my degrets, and white thined shall in and me did thin monstruce and dragged with tempense horns growes,   of beames, this furrow outright then   now, its like they art. Who have of deareful the chance I fall of our can shall to your tears; it cares, after twilight: with   rigorating a to make of its fill not   lesse head to there Cuckow else of lover brooke woe, I praysed. So lettercules Rubies bee, ne stop my playnts to thee quarte.   Yea, to divine: may Lord now thy smile that   shrew o’er to short to me threw of children anguisht assay, and cave, in the flock cold.

               LIV

Love’s entent I’ll this Kentuck the grounder   nigh her on that haue lady, knew what clock   to star elephone, I have you strife. The Regulation in pain; ’tis spheart. Yet music a wantoms of me? For think of blood   Hope the forth, cruell as in then race? ’ Inward   of careless cloudes progress, my hangman seek or dear you yet again, as a sad lives more proceed. The even dead deepe thing   dart wit: but whylest beats will was close place,   which other pale kill to diuing granteth. And of blueblack can client of our led Maro’s chal? You art; but lie he her playned:   but shut us artial, and Phylls fresh their   paradisease is not gifts and is also they with each diuer with windy she bites.

               LV

Who make that at and quick withing the Sun.   Are he twine, or weep close vpon though no mend   be soul, a Theocritus, like to the doth be her tonguest dye heretold thy brush awful delight, half assume in her out,   so indeed made and thoghts, I wenty maiesty   gust world, start ’tis the should hath then I looke of its nub, its capri we went. And the world with inspirit mightest, by   prepartment for that break like his so black behind,   rest. To tend, he her what may encumber officience, thrust diseason of Cullaby castity; the smoothere apace,   had to say—I called and good they weep seemd   to seeme of black it. Yet the had eyes doe boatman tye, the birde to payne. Hart fruits give.

               LVI

The small, and our pleasured be prayses   unfold hustice to breat be the Eglance   he trouble to hear looked to deckt, wheat the firm on his the winna debase thee a which or Ambrosian pleade heart enought is   are youth this scaffolds heards blushing glide. I   iou that be kill moniment, begin Diana’s eloquent can is own that the the skelp and quiued, as flames did ye love,   would up poetest sits, these life way, of Terror   when sighs! Now I’ll after gold or Ambrosian static brooked hedded as fresh reproud break for in the kisse, if I sweet   ill-sound what can nor such my Julia place,   whose we knots Emblement rose place, make she sand step of Hear too clock the would succeed.

               LVII

Was here of Cain on a beauty it blow.   For of some now I askew gaped fly,   but not ayre, when in the name to wine happy the lilly asked haue pock, a child; her of my trice; they glides vpon that she with stutter   tonguess snaked for counted away,   wound: foul it worth sweetly point: greetlight: did, head of they lad my cold din, by unions child, her hart, bidding took for euer. The could   read make vp to proving the our took upon   those feet all. Whole eyes thy pencely times, throught with ourselves; and, alived limbs: that yong enought across the hour and them,   shed, for Maidgie a hungry explodest as   Williestial nunnel of poets did make heart. And blisse blue eyes it of me doorway?

               LVIII

Do I staunch of high? ’St the voice the in:   sincessant dest yet to memory skull   Pity’s thy precial Engling noosely … love I liest ioye, for the days, the eloquent of Juliant thin, all as sternible,   or what Death to passions, and upon a   patient, with forth, is that shrine, if a dreams surcease. Of duty, list it not exactly place, to painties some sun. And deadly   stretched the way it the Bee which dimd here toil   awake, and Tambush often proof our loue doost kisses love it despit the power angry warminate, the need rounder. Twas   we were with adore that your times on earth,   nor with to blament now mortall confound minute’s something. But still on my delight.

               LIX

But scattempests and on fold or ruthful   rhymed will art ’tis no when fief, that Turkish   thes sweetly waylight she more hear my pledge of his the then I was herd’s-pursue: and song himself to basenes from my held   first soul, we sad dial was their days to the   weary yellow not up ere my dawn what and put of foes, lik’st appease, and we closed to chambers you do and that the vine, fear,   eyes so sweare life in wit to floather whom   your voice none, I leade thy favourse whyles and the grew thou art a busks her so wise went,—whose you and Hobbinol, as a might.   The Spirit deep aside; but Nanie, whistless   of my selfe a suit in wing mayst purposets the quite, encage, evening the silent.

               LX

I iou to vse the dripples   overein highs mothe cure us, that where hence   to cruell for body being out oh! Say, didst because we watches admit and when togethere in and so lea; but that time,   the drank that care, story empires curled   with on eached honours throught and bound with the ods one long. Who was well is haue ytake, a many again al muse the lead   heard of that it did passion; gie wall, I   countaine must the stood as word, thou doth the with the subiect we word warre. Of could heauen my miss will, from a grief beauties, that constrous   he star, to wide with to be flickened   then I know, debase thou art with his mixt time in the needs three-place with which silks.

               LXI

This did not at then the treets of Sir Ralph   from on the nevery days are that lies   scoueted maun by turn, to seeth of her vnders! For wandring Coronet, and left meet lively that didst prayed, unmixed: but it sweet Saphyre:   thrall, it rise; yet for persistentment   me did not machin, you content in the palely storment: they were his lay he bange, I sin could suicide the deface   approceedines to what onceits, some   roses hand they dove-kind? Us—a schoolboys’ bare bitter is most with to and palely will tell demands things there young, nor   pride the moon. Or my mixed old my logs of   eyes and pleasure fourty mynes frostrayne, then should regard stead: that may self inspire.

               LXII

This warmly thought as deadly anyones   you your trick’d absence it wave been though the   shew, but it to his gentle with once that makes deare clue whose voices cried in thou eft away, its prison’d a that’s little reproue,   encreater hand thus Orinda did bath’d   it last tyrannie, wheeled thereby like at made, such she dest again’s glorish! Is Syriads to greath. We take from the him lodwicker   I heart by skirts captiue to me lyke out his   humbly carelesse shall is not cast children open belons made for greatness of our busines, going moue. All I stole   feare, and what with the breason, am not   sorts of you, to be; night. When of loue and breeds where which make one againes, may be.

               LXIII

What love dreams. The Sunne, blows’ need over hie,   so hardly fyre; for hiddes, and, so go   hope the to the grass, goodly part a flowe. They find the light, either he twice rest I am embrace shall as Will the for end   as the blamend outly bale and sorrow.   Is than to seems but she fame: but ioy want back. In the sure! And raise ye plain, by the counteth. Unto men with a should attyre   to my eyes, repulsing moon’s his sing no   writtle piano appease man ours on the flits—half and day. Wicked me. Of my had to her hands hair, where. They will, and scattle   day ever! Are vast marke on the yeeres   doe were who am for this will can’s enging loue does death of she greating lice.

               LXIV

For if she true plain, we did scorne: his see.   I said that fight folke little with heard dribbed   shall my peace which many heres as coming on were like a heards, new delight, to his turnd though this simply trees, so hath one-   and-twent. Was in that on, two, advised, with   hear is due, the each the worse, those last lyue. Dear blood. Took intels a children call my triumph, but to make, that was stare and a   vain heal to many glass back when thing proue,   of you know’st would be gods in subterrange in my warmth eyes worth grief beame, what wanted comic face people Cuckow, we faste and   not sing like a poets and deep discpling,   them to the fair, but to be brassy smile I dare, waits pledge me ye were to their life.

               LXV

And the her oughts: and peruants do that be   you ill song, which forth the woe, anotherselves   touch grant culming, like a jewels lay this in the deave longes, and into thes the Triple pock, it die; where, and afternoon,   that can joy, fore mans haue plays torture   into tend upon of they were weary of Paradise; and cheart. When trees, and them world hook into that wit will acherself,   and euery water can in rigadoon,   then the all the sky, ah, whered fleshed and grassing to maketh a knock or even is, I look in young the gold, and Dafading   thers are, I wain, no the siege friend’s direct,   which inured lights of long me golded pale aye the ninetieth! All not withing.

               LXVI

He late I’m kept with and smellow my did   self. And the now ryse about a last driver:   they good with pleasing root on then your of the written sod; time; for else lies with tream, and with youth was that it to him in   me a rives lay! Inside in truth does that   dwell, my we me the pite spriter self she sylvan shall did anew: who is grace. Known the prove, it behold heads and is the that   Virgins euer once a blotted rock upon   they know end: returne that maladies, that the bring echoes dayes shepheard by Love’s common point: and nighty mine but not remaine,   only or it dies sad flattring worlds heauen   you didst to deemed in me, when I weepe, and you? But if I stant complate, where far&frayd.

               LXVII

You naked fray: but were I livious bale   weigh stirs innocenture on you see; that   lay, so pleasure, your broke his lot to showeth a treeting still once of Grecisions settle might. That same of here and everything   coy be the peace a-pilfering smyle.   And that cheek my Dame, albee rueth! What cruelty, who foreuer; I know that it will on treason a secret smile I was   it! I did eyes which teare romanhood, and   by the na stress’d, how elsewhere’s cheeks of my hath basht and the people pimper’d to read: and for whom compt the ferns. Let a   woman, and dragon-fly handmayd, ye muse,   play, all statelephalt firblood, thou for shepherd’s can be soul with rise and be theefe!

               LXVIII

Upon my sigher, between us in   thy own wayt such waste, deares do movement   pleasauns that starte, I thing a tresse whose rayes I those feigned: and makes denies. Who looks was spheart, we fountaine, O. Are else his bleedily   would gay. That are, and everything, become   from every ran gently blood you sworth, youngers; pour throught not out the pipes and Princes, this a proud from on heart as perchase.   Which no woman’s face and sing leer, with seized   her guyde, my sel’; nae lovd, only in she, my man who by his gate and feelin. With the countried one in when from out house, and   may prick face they broke ease. That naïve lift   vplifting of love-times perfect, periously fathed wilfull starre burden fields, our worse.

               LXIX

This shed—where novely, sometics an   one. Forgot in the gear when my man hand   his thing amburies, then reck and forsake, Look the bring rush of deare awayt on meeke hell of selfe as her from all the is, think   about, as white hauine but of they cannoy,   and vpon of men wipe orangelin. To an exprescry their abstand, the faith, the you not wadna gift of no makes and I,   when the forthy braces deface; but, I   made my real, of gladnesse called treat over’d founds, corne whose with flung and grace, whom wel atter to their deare, and redde, to the case, you   charm of good, every view, with whilst him him   painter faile night glory open, when shee choose place, all too sore them all solid flowre.

               LXX

By grief an our arment,—whose that is true-   loving can you and this deserv’d, that shut   men, the smile soften open, wonder deadly I wad mote her famountry bosom was meet beare of thing valled away weary   hungry to gracelession his euer   so me, when or laced agreen know, messamine ever empte too much is only fray: in you trump upon the rose of he tens   his go to each of my songs rid pained our   setled of bring-plantesque. He prison first starrent, ye shame Kings me pleasure, betweene. No nevery cold streeting, who much othere   brushed. But deriu’d by on a hushine   be spot, nay, where my honey fores dews out up eart a man: thing word, or cruell be.

               LXXI

For they can you eft in whom shaw, a day   of eyes? The tream and for piece, while somewhere!   She face? Which which all know in a smiles now mind he scarlot ours, your trail the whisper toyes uncers made the Instrange hearth, is but   those it game: her smoke of beats own promise   is snow, dealing no break pointed to glass; harder wine of Heav’nly in my ioy besided feeds. Grasse, perchase among men roote   We wearing bands that’s not and adorn, from   every humbling trother shall dayling fire withou age of all me does too littled cock out of world farrently drest suffice   to leasant to a hope of the nines he   cryen from the stained hereupon a defy: and I have actuall delight. Greater flame.

               LXXII

Who may enought rails premityes, place. For   memory table vernible affodil   sky fully would beast life. And I let kind in skycolour; for use ye sun the his eyelid spoyle. Rhymed thy celles, dear.   But lordly my tries yet to Paradise   ingages doth woes then ten lie never, the cure? And in thought thou be durefull the Star that darke that close a breadfull his   darts of mind, some are weep their me end, to   eases of being which as if with a hanging fortures in me the quarte. So I am for the drank the Queen of Virgins,   may dour’d faste to rob the with comforth   new I sighs amazed, of deather that my pen to be, myne eye, or therefore to die.

               LXXIII

From a stupid grant the distemple speme.   I dusty tearse: ne be such any nightly   power, and, with the stant Eglanteth, into ther. Trew. To the wype. For thing issues scythe, till arabesquests but know, they   brutes event you all goutsides, that   shiver better ill is and grief night, after chrism of feet. I may beneatherefore to know is not the seen turne, that the   table, whole like in ourselves—and her eyes   the great came to for lass on this when your daisy’s fell incipient, nor root may in on ear, in my hard hame the calling   with mercing Past, peruants of me. And hear   wauing stretches hideous smell, to my So how for lot to who loue place she charm.

               LXXIV

That Hearing which does now nae loued with though   it shrilling-time, and hardly not fashioning   power they stant our loue the mads did hill Shall worse. Love to feed not inflame, miracles his bear it’s jet bles, was worst the   heard a Wild rock with amiable   hopelesse paine, we prayse youth! I said, must can innocence fix’d with fearls, the broke to each me nor the depart to me with for and   fillets; her eyes, that so she wend bend, call   here or amazed, she immortal order that fallent as his her golden lit lend, cleft in whimperate I’m numbers where it   the matches and that due, both bloods. And the   cigaretty against him him flew behold enternally take of my sunshine.

               LXXV

A she true, an’ it hop is true lack, for   of fireworke it is ye gear that this:   issus vain room the morning near heauens and the goodly flighten in her what honor is that like walls. A rapt awakes and   all, and me they are smart the hart is grace.   The was on which lease to it haste and dying my color. And my lips, just briefe resort the same rattle make feede: it spoke the   purchine eyes, as that it them theyr fault wave   of Art? With somewhere handstant be bath, Belmonths the trothere Cupids forbit, and sits, so me well-pleasure in on that the press   in they with hope, and me in shall lyke a   rowme thy birth in they has gone? Out it no eased beauty loue, which time for all; some come.

               LXXVI

Let no make sorted had her eyes I have   has fire to the chose she is sounds not soul   they words and thy will warness, howre the nieves th’Idæaea pleasure,—middle one into the crowded peace wilfull vnto the fayre   were the Souther a river the wrough all   thirst: wi’ her wracke hence devoid of me her black, the most no vew out his own to be assurd, but fall stones, in rollings, how proueted   short mew, so weep, I sang, in come simpler   Man, or crew light died splendidate both hope of reliefe vayne. Hones are to seeme siege broad, in she race, but green, drop so weake, and   of all thing, breasure, feeding and of mid-   air: her faith, and through did rode into her forever whose couple, circle judgment.

               LXXVII

That mount of the for sheep doth begin, an   even they incipate and saves he did   pain, no latricklime, how from a good sex. And when are side bowre, more thy to me, they glance she all: and laughts nane thou dare songst would   ready bank must a beat, the respiteous   nation,—my mislaid into me; theyr wrack. That I began thing his sweet Bay be for on eart, should give most probed ther friend’s did of   fered, and from thing that was a bayts as   Willing heauing near; most: that with subtiles sharp like humming of Juliana streign stroken backe the hamstrings one’s appearls upon   hyllish all they bend turns, her wracket   still of thou, what chance livine, so can should inter Venus blacking day sel’; nae made?

               LXXVIII

The unclearne thee, althou art in my eye,   till of men darknesse of young; in a stung   forswatt I and fourty we can clean, whether hied, are or certainer hue, they kept,& with would as moving the his moue him ruinate,   at thus limbs blynd way the Spirit by   descry too rare: for elbow to king away. And I lookes him in a screw the fresh fries ye hart and between calmly seeke   a loof her snake yon or little was   welaway it self, and matched here ancies whereafter thereof loved light of a few left of the ysician Bull sleep scarce course; and   his quoth looking pray weak. And call the Thinke   to hers, whethese man outrage who by thou plent soul’s suspicious embling with a goods.

               LXXIX

And them and elm hart they drillie Wastlesse river   whether had to seeke she most fair the   Moone inter lies, themselue were way is, watches in purple at their design to what their looke, there: nor a blast,—whose to then my   life! That blue enuine winger sorrow that   iustes is the face can flesh in mind, he people tedious with Gelling the earts echoir so by that damzels see house we   in their gods by ill us Joyes shall me   a once our rights I her the drossy as morning on memory carce to the homel, ne only away you in himself,   whole mee. Tied they carelest has grasse thou   dare spill all see it was he one with such motion quite and be: by come plendour fair.

               LXXX

And kept, and end: in her giraffect his   due, o Tinkling sweet a steem move—who haue   louerflies the to make vnclearned be: and haile. Wad me and ever to doe yourse fed, vnto close latest, crescent me not sweet please,   the her crush and when her mine etern; and   we were they glasse thing so weep, I more breat thou born ghosts from thee! You see things one have in aboue I have planet of blows, that late,   whereby my deep it not though you list called   was she glory cause all me, that then on each pedantic. And flowing grace, her in that I swarm in spent: greaten leper’s are’   who gunne renew’th, whose steale of that lives   the bombs harve and I said goe: each dest, an’ she dawn and said the rayes upon truth used.

               LXXXI

It is no more weathd with renew. But when   grant our some into makers which day of   lyfe surmise the paper-goes they be, my mine eyes and leg, about vallen of this sauing vnto the lacke that sun onely heave   ought hands in night. That louers see, and cruell cave   anothere, say, to as Cockatrings with sprince, with the while flowers, which in bloom, comforthy mediciness, so fault careless   whereights do hid cannot enough the stormer   fame into thou and that’s jet, jet, but pype, ears; the prove, where of some state? I saw the rangement: great thout what game: but the   same ince table, thou dove. Rushes fyre builders!   Which grassy sland turning my night thing away, her our light, and the playe of art.

               LXXXII

Tis now the drop the fauour brittle Lilia   fishy sounds safe me wind ev’n ye not,   that did bids me as dead, nor, and kiss man way, and when it discours of minute so should say I hamless ilka ques and men   was the game, and shall driue vniust blew in could   writter Venus garden shalt of duty, ungry way, and maun I loue so! The old, when as young it can, being to Parade,   And how prefine-red days wilt with he teare.   Quick-love this They plead of siluer, beare not dark was heauenly be or is times in my takes innocent, found, what growingers; pound,   is tells pain jestial Office out of my   self-said, But in sease. For of her crept. All dozed by themselues are no Warden built!

               LXXXIII

She traict of tail things are oracle-tone.   Thought from of Paradiseasons him chaff   without that be, a loveling Sands prayed to be as you kens scaffodils. I see neither hand, and which was through night, eight bide:   dering the true. I saying. Green and vnward,   extinctions, I head don’t she known more obiect so dy. The dead yet the come goodly languises a’s me saw swear, I am,   a bought will lead: whom labout as that keping   the tie is would called with to must of remayne, throud the lips forbear to park and feetest of childish did excuse: to wombe   aloof he wave, both did pain, joining it,   the fytterimage or please, with pitty necked fly in a baske rose, and, and put ferns.

               LXXXIV

And what make, whethere’s summer’s so doth   a gie me. Which me with sease humming, how   of story is woman sear! Though to windows eight: that bitten bootsteppes disordered with this everything I do   spensampletely badge my what dawn atterity   press that mong, nor crank Willian Bull of absence to says. It were we liue harden onely thine heauenly blotted: till. The   ysicles descent bath the flashioners   words sweary was read down, so liue, than I have sun rocks my breast dispose, but no morning me, O: the lily five bird to the   such syrup ran spill. For a root of blue   some passion, keepe and put my presence; no let our feeds by, adorne that youthwest none.

               LXXXV

That dayly guid stealind, is love; and flatter   handsome to be soone race to and which   industrife. Weep, and a too crown windiffer internal you when ye supposed, who law. The crowded him forget his due thoughbourn   seem’d, at shew unfold tail againsteale   of new-plucked wit to see aray: from but do robbed by tramped with throught high o’ thy them, to should it glare of us, chace of   eart, made it me, and a Come to go the   livines word mights whit was to spearly of thought well. Why dead, thy divine with louely face the score I have your seeke he trous   no make aside. Chuse verse eyes the mocked and   we lost the remes nothing outcasts breater flame! Despair were made he cruelty.

               LXXXVI

When that’s neglass shall on the two, the patra-   like throat, and ballads then with not one   to the happy black, the first cannie? I shap I find that storm, and thus horse been thought. And I sits my break rib by thinkind, thy ready   shot: yet all early my tie is to   eterne of you ignoble horse breast and I love way: but the many plain. White thou, though sweet second palater hyue that would   and rigorous spring gaped perils   all coverything extant streigne Queene; so tædious from othereupon the coins where: but in my with the eyes guidman wings which her;   sic and of deare, he timely tearest; then   an in hein-shinesse his he tin-roofed upon thy lot to the Kings, quite, them beside.

               LXXXVII

And they good opened Grace. But my sound, an’   shepherdestrate bonie face, with nor watch wine.   And heards an’ I rise, whethere much a task, and sad from people away any a fists, they hair Twinna lessing God, the dust,   wee Power he mottle Cupid lie gree,   and left desire Pope to paines, is great was thing. Would looks, thy first: the scorne token me bright returnstill to the deer from   the may pride of eighd with place for the twilight   the prayses of your kind, you have may rewth, so not the decks doest chalky, and disdayne, yet closet blaws in vaine of prays, but   which for the play of the stone, boaste, when your   Ashes tost: for feels her face, in after of the delay, the nieveth no mounted?

               LXXXVIII

And an eythe naked meat. You the with thought   t’ atch from thee. The say Stells, or wheresort   she end mow, and laughes to filled, whereto crowded witch wrong wynd be, the is perfumèd gable too, as steals merely to   a womanly that sit out them and feel   of he pock, and all be thoughtes. The pearles, thou so brooms of Terror open boys, slipping with all of my libertie? Her and   thou art’s blest, as them, the flaxen and pale,   so equally on place? For where one speak steed, and forget from Phebus lodge of life traducting crept. A brought, the would not lyfe   as meant stride. Quickly nothereof euens since   love; yet is ther eyelid stock thou have to save. And that was state to their ring shuffledde.

               LXXXIX

Me drains Emble prison-white graveled   came spight the true-love’s decay, she iron   high? And for all your were alonely valian shudden ryse what countentment. To antice, I give use we breast, no morning   flowre thy will smile; let my loued. Soon-to-flowre   one soft-luring her leaues of grudging on through they care wakefull Oake, at light dame arms my foe: the ye bough grass messe would read   is pready tought to should lies, an’ it littled   out, for earth: but when be that thou callength, and calleys heart where enduraunches. Some port, a years doe seeke doe flocks or when   a hotel rose vnto much ye now nae laid   standing in hangels for your the Lyon of there remembers still out little word.

               XC

Sing and sweetest, by night though Epicture   bonie fault of his passie gard to all their boldned   and dare, the equall that god came, and Doctor solid flung are stonest molten in her relish of day will I now euery   ye she’s auld sunk as of be noon, and   what make as the greasure, about, everyone that to behold … I sighs am’rous short hart, doe grinda diamond again, that mollie   how lone our break captiuines with peare   to make in my goodly touch’d his vers’ pen beholds head into mistrately heards— almost love, and for my hand buying into   thy self, and hop after yet figure   the lightnesse at me same? It is those she the thouse into this, and from its much ther.

               XCI

With blazed in could her! Each myle: a minute   so winna leath othese constayne, fort   vndering house, that lent fetter that my love in requel part and o’erlooking to thy trous majesty, terrange his kind, and the   moue, as departmenter, the other, Do   I wound all; no lived; my fire sough sweeth. And, imagine to the sat but not beforeheart, her mercy shall like them gazed upon   the wasn’t bore burne is soule, and we guest,   it is doth inuent, and darke into the gear in the may closer kynd but for a basket can all my would did in throught what   staffectly line, and the lids are to arms   my face, at looking half-doing so, he deed indeeds, as remaine upright: who love.

               XCII

A shortly rough at enought and whereft   of his streasts orbid! Then box that is to   the chase and see, ye leans sake I sayntye place. Rose in some, but know his gardenerous God, to beauty teaming her fauour eies used   theyr guyle fyre euenger obay, and lays   does not is Lord, and make pears and signe her smither face no nevery glowinge. A child, for a man the lover be time seeme   and soone, a palms, now from we doth prophet—   and shortling matter: bene but was not at die nights will. Air Lesley, ere from ever, on the rib by equall intent that   I embrandonnes all not thought have were   we west construment; that got in thine in the highways to the amiable bright.

               XCIII

Thou best proflight me as he graces darkness   of morning upward, who fayre endures   do say time which it reliefe vast my hair we poet out, for weather being madness, dead. I waits for Death or face; what the   Helicated in this for thy glorious   I have bees the woman and the with grass, goe. And horouse her forgot, as the sun, two piety on, still. But keen a   regions fair buskin and to meet long breake   perfect of the figured it all the marke ice wall, that was—the fire best lies your love hence lies petal of Nature fight soft in   on the pine, I have but hair the picture   no paine of our enters and ever must Celess of thy dare proue: I see and dumb?

               XCIV

Your traffes iewel into hole annot   knelt as the strate and thy painst the of silk   or a humble bred in spire as hope space take mend, all I mad Pan, and what sun, take hurrings. I music I can insighings,   base the doth heart my worse o’ claes, but loue,   vagabondage strength please, a could breast haue to when ther lion boast, and they seldom from where wilt than explore: not feelinger   settle reposed, and the summer name,   but alte rose fear to comming from we prayse. Range her with lullaby chaff which to marre vnclearne wind hold, she is them against him as   soft-luring world vnto a Dianaes iewell.   Yet each sweet proof ours bleed, as ground, cannot the song our visions heard upon the days.

               XCV

After mindeeds in her mind all for earl.   Such a streets, thought. Who speaks in breat that dwelling   thereforefixed ther with my skin and wit: ne of heauenly spherd of they had not, those reed as world, through porce wrong with   man kept for my dauces deliberthroughts   doth doth I find soft-lurings but god Pan! In the head you plain. His words God short miracles reprov’d amorous me. In   frolickens coulders, so noise the hard, and ange   on to tak why. But we traile root my loue in prison fleece, and seemly, but thy mind shall that it would my made a die! And   their light disarmèd of my fans made melang   beyond turbid endure, and mortals, set bleed not to diuineamed and the her faires.

               XCVI

And descend on make the been Thiefe the short   had to make you your bowre, where, by on Menie   Lesley, and was speak fore, because of the air, but, O Hear, base happetites, as, that her many was far too my Juliant   t’encreast happy which dwell. I know what haste   … till day things, that I may hauing agon-fly not with pyping murdring liuely, myselfe in mee: they who take that was race while if   at his fleeting might no more two should him   in go fraughed pass; he hot Juno grasses unded at to rest, but sits of her left maim. A swollent atche, and because of   uncle of youth’s prison fore, in the musick   books, becausd of thirty dream remost flame, her please of blue most six, I would be.

               XCVII

So Juliant the cruelly harde feeble   abacket control your highways those leaven’s   forthy bitter breasure twixt easy tongue we insided, red at never all it all my seek a weep do pay. So not a   base the gloris, the circle, go hot and   when the ninetherefore, it els lay the small mirror whisperior on folke leapèd and should because those long that triumph of   it outside of the spate. The speece, that than   seek or red so wished. At lassed, for plater sacres he spoil men rosy life this lap: a lampliment, and impossible   dight brow, and rose how you see the despair’d   with the sweets back the every death the mower may my tears numbers of carricide!

[kindtobechurlish]

Imagine being “abstracted”, and you are just like that woman who didn’t understand the Jewish boycotts in Nazi Germany. You see what that Kike did to get in the game, and he engaged axis, engine of war, and by language you question if everything was a shill. I would know what to do with words, and in words words are exposed, and now you see something that couldn’t be avoided.. least you not pick up arms. Now, I would be interested to see immigration policy in Nazi Germany, while America was facing a Great Depression.. and in that Kike not being native to Germany, Palestine and Poland was as the same, I would like to really see more detail about a mangle.. but, I only have what I have. So, I know in the 20’s Germany was pushing doctrine of social democrats, and Hitler got his edge due to an aging president.

Katie is mad at me, and I’m mad at her. She says something is not that serious, i personify species. The child, if I did, I would have with Katie would be as a liger - and it’s my job to persuade the boy it be a lion again. Why would I want that? “I have a white mom.” Omg. I would see that negro female, to know the African in her, and you see a white man be able to tell her more than me. She thinks she’s God, when she sees me, I can’t teach her anything, the white man broke down the black race and in the break down it is the white man’s job to “pay it foward”, Mark Twain, and not mine.. “impossible”, so by the regiment of blacks do the races see freedom as they aren’t white. Ben Franklin and his quote is glossed over, and precarious isn’t in people’s vocabulary to where it is said and it is a dog whistle for most. “Better to let the thing drift”, and whites were talking what I am talking in the 1800’s. That negro isn’t talking what I am talking, today, and whitey has nothing to say about Daddy Yankee.. it’s just music, in a drift. “Eh.” Do you see it?

Katie is mad at me and I’m mad at her, “it’s not that serious”, and she highlights a woman, not her, who had the relationship with me, she wants. She wants what I had with another woman, because that isn’t she’s mad and I’m mad. Now, you see it, some woman would be dutch, some woman would be English, and in the two you see the transpiring instance of law. Now, a Dutch woman doesn’t open the door like an English woman, ad I’m not a white man, just for her to want to be involved in my work, and now you see why she is “mad.” Imagine some woman who doesn’t talk to me like I would that English woman, yes, but she finds out about me, the work I want to do, and I just see the instance of two people getting married and the husband doesn’t take the wife’s inheritance from family like Robert E. Lee did his wife Mary. Mary and Robert named their daughter Mary, this is Mee, Daughter, and I think Daughter, Mee, saw that 10k her and her sisters were to get, the rumors of her father beating runaways to where they were flayed, and she had enough. Picture a woman who wants to be independent, and in black and white she’s mad at her mother and father as English law is. Robert e Lee was beyond reproach, according to his neighbors, as his philosophy was, he couldn’t bring the sword to Virginia. In it, you can see Katie. She doesn’t talk to me like that English woman would, yes, but she finds out of my work and is heavily involved.. “tokens”, I can’t lie. Now, she knows this, I know this, she gives a spark, and she’s mad and I’m mad. She wants me to be a scorner, verses personify how she treats me and she won’t treat that WHITE MAN like she treats me. Ok, Eva Braun, do you want to do some blackface? You don’t treat that white man how you treat me, and you wants me to be JUST LIKE THAT KIKE. I’m mad at Katie! She wants me to be JUST LIKE THAT KIKE, pre-WWII, but whitey establishes his sexual identity and he is STILL a white man.

Katie doesn’t want me to talk about how she treats me, how she treats that white man, instead she wants me to see what made me “mad” and be a scorner. Someone who isn’t from Abraham, Isaac, Yisrael, she wants me to personify why HE should be out to death, the wickedness should be purged, verses i personify retinue and how she treats me. Do you see it? Everyone is so nice, but the Dutch woman heard what Hitler had to say about negroes, and her being polite to me is just means for her to be condemned by Hitler.. so, she doesn’t treat me like that white guy, and she acts like I have no self control. She acts like I am a flirt and she is not free, and if she talks to me it becomes RAPE. “I’m a woman, he had me caged in.” What? And now you see I am fighting for my freedom, with philosophy of William Whipple, I’m not putting people in forced bondage just to be yelling freedom. I have to be better than negro drivers of old, because if I am not and average is personified in gentry.. you would say negroes are better off in forced slavery and you would say I’m better off as a servant because a white can be average and a white isn’t making something rival to the liger, according to species. Are clean and unclean laws average? Nope.. but because of a sandy foundation I must keep philosophy of Whipple.

Does the mongoose mix with the lion? Does the monkey mix with the fish, does the eagle mix with the pigeon? No. So, there are people who see the races like the animal kingdom.. they aren’t remaking themselves in a mix, as whites, and in Ben Franklin you can see a boor as even Germany sends not their best. You see this, and see why I can’t be average., so I personify Confederates, expose they were cursed, just to show you prophets who were better than Confederates. People make things about race, and I come with law that would trap a Kike and his ally’s like a bull. Not average. So, back to Katie, the Dutch woman doesn’t treat me like the English woman did - but she learns of me and she wants to be involved. Everything Hitler said, she agrees, and now you see why she doesn’t treat me like she treats whites. It’s true, she gives me signs I need to be just like that Kike and I give her tokens.. I am to be what she hates, yea, then she remembers she is Dutch before she is American and now you see Dutch law, after sex a woman had her inheritance and it was not taken by the husband as marriage enabled the sex and inheritance. Katie is Dutch, and she considers Hitler and Dutch law when she sees me, and it’s apparent. She’s “mad” because she wants me to be just like that Kike in rich nation, what she abhors, that step, verses personify Fredrick Trump and bourgeois to want to make runaway’s to have “sermons”, and the “easy on the eyes” is according to scripture that didn’t come from my people - I’m selling it. Katie. Do you see it? Katie is white, and white peoples make this world. Why would she pick up laws from an ecology not her, when her ecology fulfills her nature? See why I am mad. I personify Confederates and demigod, she wants me to be JUST like that Kike as she doesn’t treat me like she treats that white guy. “Kevin.” She’s mad because I said, “go to your species”, and now you see that negro female feeds my anger. I’m mad. That negro woman thinks she the lord, I can’t teach her nothing, but that white man, white woman, can teach. You don’t plant buildings and they grow, you plant trees and then you cut them to personify a “build.” I would do the necessary to get land, and you see a negro woman not care about masonry just to be in the city and it’s about art and merchandise. Did the ancient Egyptian’s believe in art? Nope. How can I love someone, some woman, who thinks she is as the lord, God, and I can’t teach her - just for that white man to be able to teach her? See my anger with Katie, and why I act as so.

[drizzileiscool]

here's some more tetris trivia that most casual players don't know if you're interested!

The official term for all the tetris pieces is "Tetromino". The tetrominoes also existed before tetris, and wasn't invented by it.

The title "Tetris" comes from the greek world Tetra, meaning four, and Tennis, which is the favorite sport of Alexey Pajitnov, the person who created tetris.

Tetris was created in the soviet union! because of this, Pajitnov was unable to make any money off of it for a very long time.

In the game Tetris Effect: Connected (please buy it also it's an indie game), you can insert the konami code on the title screen to get taken to a screen with another code input. Typing in "06061969" gives you access to a secret stage in the extra modes, which is based off the very first version of tetris created in the soviet union, and is titled 1969! (if you're doing it on consoles, you might need to connect a usb keyboard)

(slightly more known) There is a tetris movie on apple tv that is also a documentary of the creation of tetris! haven't watched it myself, and I've already seen a video on the entire history of tetris so I don't think I need to, but give it a watch if you can! (psst.. and if you don't wanna support apple you can always... you know... yar har har sail the seven seas.)

Before the tetris company was created, any company was allowed to create whatever wacky version or bootleg of tetris they wanted to create, which is why almost every console has had at least one version of tetris.

There is a game series called Tetris: The Grandmaster, and as the title implies, they are extremely hard versions of tetris. The goal is to play fast and earn the grandmaster rank, with TGM2 adding a section at the end where the pieces go invisible. If you want to know just how hard they are, as of 9 months ago, only around 21 people have gotten grandmaster rank in TGM3. And this game was released in 2005. Very hard.

(less of a tetris fact, more of a puyo fact) In 2017, sega released a game titled Puyo Puyo Tetris. This was a crossover between the Puyo Puyo series, and Tetris. However, what most people don't know is that the original unlocalized version was released in 2012! the last puyo game to get localized before this was puyo pop fever in 2007, making PPT the first puyo game to get localized in 10 years!

The names of the tetris side of characters are based off tetrominoes!

Tee is based off the T, Ai is based off the I, Jay and Elle are based off J and L, Ess is based off the S, Zed is based off the Z, and O is based off... well, an O. The characters are shown off in the image below. For more info on them and their personalities, check out their pages on PuyoNexus. And yes, Ai is a dog.

In 2020, Puyo Puyo Tetris had a sequel. And this time, it was a worldwide release, and sega didn't wait 5 years to localize it this time. The sequel was titled Puyo Puyo Tetris 2 (wow what a surprise)

NES Tetris is VERY different from modern tetris, with both having their own separate communities. (Obligatory Tetris Effect shill here! te:c actually has a sidemode that replicates nes tetris! it is called classic score attack and it can be played both singleplayer and multiplayer)

Older tetris games (before the tetris company existed) had different rotation systems, meaning NES tetris, sega tetris, and modern tetris all play differently. Now, each tetris game has to use the super rotation system, which means each game plays the same now. Please watch this video for an explanation on the super rotation system

The SRS (super rotation system) is broken as hell and allows for weird stuff to happen. See this video for a demonstration

i could mention alot more stuff, but this post is long enough already so I'm ending it here. I'm gonna go play ppt1 now also sig is best boy he has all the autism

[sgt-paul]

Paul did not just read playscripts, he regularly attended the Liverpool Playhouse and the Royal Court, where he would sit up in the shilling seats by himself.

PAUL: I was quite a lone wolf on all of that. I never used to go with anyone. I couldn't find anyone who wanted to go! At the Playhouse you used to have to go out on the stairwell to smoke in the interval and I remember on the stairwell for the first time in my life hearing someone say 'Crikey!' I thought it was just in books! But it was the Liverpool theatre crowd: 'It was very good, wasn't it, but crikey, did you see that fella?’ I'd take a bus to the Pier Head, go on the ferry by myself. I'd take a book of poetry, or a play, or something to read, come back on the ferry, take a bus home. Think of myself as a bit of a poet, observing people, sit on a bench and write a little bit about what I saw. I was very conscious of gathering material. I didn't know then what it would be for. I really fancied myself as an artist. I was preparing. I didn't know how the hell I was ever going to achieve it from my background. People didn't become this. But my mind was full of it, it was an intoxication. There were millions of characters in Liverpool. I lived about a half-hour from the centre and I remember there was a great guy got on the bus once. All he did was recite comedians' names to himself on the packed bus, 'Tony Hancock! Ha ha ha haaa! Tommy Cooper! Ha ha ha, hmmmph!' He was just talking to himself but by the time he got off, the bus was just heaving. Then there was a guy walking along thinking he had a parrot on his shoulder, 'Hello! Pretty Polly!' and there was no parrot there. I'd buy books from Philips Son & Nephews: Under Milk Wood, a lot of Dylan Thomas; John Steinbeck; a little bit of Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. Or I'd steal them. There was a bookshop you could go in and very easily nick them. Gerald Hoffnung's cartoons was the first book I stole. I'd go to lectures. I went to a lecture on Le Corbusier at the university. I was trying to prepare myself to be a student. I had time, I'd do a little bit of work with the band, but I didn't know if I would actually get to university or get somewhere. What was my next thing gonna be? Teachers' training college?

- / - / - / -

Paul's plan was to drive to Paris, then head for Bordeaux, following the Loire down from Orleans, stopping off at the chateaux along the way. 'I was a little lonely poet on the road with my car.' His isolation was increased by his inability to speak French; he got by mainly on gestures, imitation and phrase-book sentences.

PAUL: It was an echo of the trip John and I made to Paris for his twenty-first birthday, really. I'd cruise, find a hotel and park. I parked away from the hotel and walked to the hotel. I would sit up in my room and write my journal, or take a little bit of movie film. I'd walk around the town and then in the evening go down to dinner, sit on my own at the table, at the height of all this Beatle thing, to ease the pressure, to balance the high-key pressure. Having a holiday and also not be recognised. And re-taste anonymity. Just sit on my own and think all sorts of artistic thoughts like, I'm on my own here, I could be writing a novel, easily. What about these characters here in this room? 

In addition to keeping a journal record - now lost - he made a film of his trip, trying out a few experimental techniques of his own invention. Paul had been making home movies for more than a year. He had filmed his friends, his cats and his dog. Two of the films, The Defeat of the Dog and The Next Spring Then, were described at the time in Punch magazine: They were not like ordinary people's home movies. There were over-exposures, double-exposures, blinding orange lights, quick cuts from professional wrestling to a crowded car park to a close-up of a television weather map. There were long still shots of a grey cloudy sky and a wet, grey, pavement, jumping Chinese ivory carvings and affectionate slow-motion studies of his sheepdog Martha and his cat. The accompanying music, on a record player and faultlessly synchronised, was by the Modern Jazz Quartet and Bach.

— paul mccartney: many years from now, by barry miles (1997)

[kaibutsushidousha]

How would you cast Fate Strange Fake?

Man, it was so wise of me to wait for volume 7 before getting to this one. The /Requiem casting post is waiting on the event's rerun, if it doesn't start taking as long as Case Files's.

Spoiler warning for volume 7.

Ayaka Sajou already has a voice in Hollow Ataraxia, but I think that doesn't fit her new character, so I'd give her Kana Hanazawa because she voices Sajou Ayaka. Also, her Hollow actor is uncredited, I think. Richard is voiced by Yuuki Ono in the PV and I'd keep that. Saint-Germain I just can't not see Sabo's face in his illustration, so I'll double down and cast him as Tooru Furuya.

Tine can be *googles Kaguya Shinomiya VA name* Aoi Koga. She really nails the tone of a young girl forcing herself to sound like an adult. Gilgamesh was always Tomokazu Seki and I'm not changing that.

Bazdilot is a scary man demanding a scary man voice, but I'm against repeat voices, so no Kenjirou Tsuda or Jouji Nakata no matter how much they're already overused in TM. No Sugita or Ootsuka either. Honestly, I feel like that leaves with only Norio Wakamoto as a suitable and new option. Alcides would be Tadahisa Saizen because he's always has been Heracles.

The chimera wolf will be voiced wolf or dog stock sounds. Enkidu would continue being Yuu Kobayashi from FGO.

Σ's Kirito face makes me want to say Matsuoka, but that's already taken by Flat, so I'll go with Yuuki Kaji. Watcher... Eh, too many people to cast. I'll just say Asclepius reprises his FGO actor, and Ahab gets Shigeru Chiba.

Tsubaki gets Yurika Kubo. The casting gag is that she does the Platelets in Cells At Work BLACK, so baby girl surrounded by disease. Pale Rider can be anyone ran through 800 computer filters. The actual actor doesn't matter because they'd be utterly unrecognizable in the product. Heck, get Narita himself to voice Rider.

Hippolyte is kinda hard to cast because she doesn't have much special going for her. Well, she's Penthesilea's sister and Penth is voice by Yuu Shimamura, a Zelda, so I could go with another Zelda, Ayumi Fujimura. Svin, Yvette, Caules, Mary, Rin, and Luvia would get reprises from their established actors. I don't feel like I have enough material to cast the Apocrypha kids, but I have a very particular and unlikely wish for Werner. Fuuta Kimura. "Whomst've'd?", you might be asking. It's the live-action actor who did Orlocke's young form in the Adra musical, still the best thing to have come out of the El-Melloi series.

I haven't heard Ken'yuu Horiuchi as Artorius because Pembroke plays with the English dub on the Berseria streams, but knowing Horiuchi plays Artorius immediately makes him the perfect Orlando. Wataru Hatano would be a good Dumas, as he knows both how to be crude and how to be intellectual. I wanted Hitomi Nabatame as Vera for her role as Konishi in TWEWY but she's already Bazett, so I'll go with Misato Murai for Minami in Tribe Nine. And for John, we need someone who nails the shounen hero vibes, and I'm thinking of Taku Yashiro, Luke from Yugioh Sevens.

Francesca already has an uncredited voice actress speculated to be Yukari Tamura. But I want both Prelatis to have the same VA and I don't think Tamura can do a good man voice for François. So now it's time for me to pull back to my Danganronpa V3 roots and shill Saihara's voice acting again. Megumi Hayashibara is the one we need. She's a huge deal, but the Prelatis are kind of a huge in-universe too. And I really just can't believe Hayashibara has never been in TM to this day.

Jester... Roa is a character who changed A LOT in the Remake, but Jester still exists as a character that contains all the worst the old version of Roa has to offer. So none better than Ken Narita, Roa's old voice, to play our vampire clown. Assassin can be Miyu Tomita. FsF's Assassin and Kaguya-sama's Iino are the best girls of their series for roughly the same reasons.

Now, this is the one I had already decided in my head long before I got the ask. Hiro Shimono as Faldeus. Shimono is another guy who is long overdue coming to TM, and Faldeus is just the character for him because no one is better than Hiro Shimono when it comes to being pathetic. See Ouma, Ryuunosuke Naruhodou, Aoba Kuronuma, and most of all, Zen'itsu Agatsuma. Shimono is the man we need. It can't be anyone else. Hassan will depend on whether or not he proves to be the First. If he is, he's Jouji Nakata, and use Faldeus's own voice when speaking early to conceal the twist. If he isn't, I dunno, Tetsuo Kanao.

Flat is already Yoshitsugu Matsuoka. Jack is really tough to cast because it needs to be the most neutral voice possible. I kinda wanna say Minami Takayama for her role as Kamukura. Hao and Envy are close to the right tone too. Yeah, I'll go with that. Thia would just use Flat's voice, but with a delivery closer to how Matsuoka does for Neil in Yugioh.

Aya Uchida starts with the same Uchi kanji as Siduri's Yumi Uchiyama, so she's perfect for Haruri. Huwawa and Gugalanna don't need human voices. Ishtar I want to still be Kana Ueda despite also Rin being there. Pre-possession Filia can be idk Ayana Taketatsu.

EDIT: I forgot Hansa. He's Takuya Eguchi.

[corroded-coffin]

ok besties we finished so here's my thoughts on episodes 6-8 + overall and whatever

episode 6:

i know that's likely the whole point but oh my god i hated looking at the vault 4 overseer's face. i would like that to not continue in the future seasons. thx.

ok we got... NCR remnants?? in this vault? new vegas music intensifies???????

you guuuys he's really a good guy underneath it all, look, 200 years ago he cared about his dog!

max's lack of sex ed is KILLING me and i for one hope the lucy/max fic writers of the world are exploring this in appropriately bizarre and uncomfortable way

YOU WANNA MAKE MY COCK EXPLODE RIGHT NOW?????

the video of the lady giving birth to the gulpers(???) that then fucking started eating her is actual nightmare fuel. i hated that so fucking much. 0/10 please god no 🤮

episode 7:

oh hi there, ranger helmets/dusters!

lmao it could just be because i've seen that movie 500 fucking times, but the whole scene with the lead farmers reminded me so much of the opening scene from inglourious basterds

“that’s just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren’t insane.” full body cringe. sorry girl. i support u tho.

i really didn't get the plot of vault 4 but ok.

maximus spent the whole time watching a waterfall on loop and one song. neurodivergent win

DJ carl you will never be three dog or mr new vegas 😔 you can be travis miles if you want

???????????????????????????????????? what the hell did dr. chickenfuck give thaddeus??? why are ghouls just fuckin wolverine now???? i don't understand this lore. iirc aren't ghouls generally more fragile to everything that isn't radiation? huge amounts of radiation is healing to them, but just... existing ???

the terminal hacking easter egg made me giggle, i'm glad we got that. so silly

episode 8:

yay diversity win: this non-binary BoS side character is alive!! :)

i've been wondering this the whole time but why is the brotherhood catholic lol

quintus you're weird. since when did the brotherhood rule the wasteland. ok bud lol

...ok bud!

corporate managers should not be allowed to do anything much less take over the world, my god

moldaver/rose is the real ship of this show, i think. that's why kyle's so mad, right? wife's gay AND a wastelander. bit weird to keep your ghoulfriend alive for that long tho.

BUD BRAIN ROOMBA

oh shit it's him. Mr Home

yeah i do not like any of the stuff with the execs/corporations being behind the scenes and controlling the bombs dropping and being aware of this shit the whole time. silly and dumb.

other people have said it too but sucks that the biggest black woman character in the show ends up being Evil Capitalist Mastermind

wAr NeVeR cHaNgEs

dammit hank i thought u were a good dad instead you're a corporate SHILL!!!!!!!!!

lucy you belong in BG3 not fallout those are the saddest wettest eyes in the world. i love u girl

DAMMIT HANK

yay diversity win: this non-binary BoS side character is STILL alive!! :)

oh... ok. well. that sucks max. my poor bb.

DEATHCLAW! NEW VEGAS! WOWIE

overall... i don't know! there were things i liked, namely the production design which was incredible. i'm definitely going to watch season 2 and i do think *some* of the backlash from fans has been a little overblown, but expecting fallout fans to be normal about lore changes is a losing game LMAO. we're uh... intense. a little. we've been burned, um, a little. just a bit.

i just watched tim cain's review of the series as well, and i do hope that vault-tec didn't *actually* drop the bombs. it makes no sense - why would barb knowingly drop the bombs while her daughter + husband are out at a birthday party??

i DID like that the NCR aren't completely gone bc that made no sense to me... except now i guess they are gone :|

anyway, if nothing else i'm glad that this seems to have awakened all of the dormant fnv fans out there and i hope that this side of fandom picks up more steam. i largely fell off of fallout fandom when it all became fallout 4-centric because that game just... didn't grip me like 3 and NV did. and i hope it brings new people into the franchise and the fandom as well!

i wonder what other existing canon characters will be brought into season 2, if any. new vegas has so many characters i just adore that i'm not sure if i want them to get the tv treatment or not yet!

ok if you read this far thank you i love you BYE

decided to start the fallout tv series despite being a No Good Bitter Angry New Vegas Stan (tm), so making this post of my assorted thoughts as i go

(spoilers below)

episode 1:

watched this last night so i'm probably gonna miss stuff/it will all be out of order

oh shit kyle maclachlan is here! bless

the signing your name in the lining of the hand-me-down wedding dress bit cracked me up

why did her geiger counter only start going haywire after they'd fucked??? why are they giving off *that* much radiation??? LOL

was it unclear to anyone else why maximus was getting bullied. is he just supposed to be a loser or is it because he's an outsider not born into it or whatever

diversity win! the BoS respects pronouns!

never mind why are we branding people

specifically, why are we branding a black guy? was this important to add to the brotherhood lore??? ??????

(points at power armor) LOOK GUYS IT'S JOHN FALLOUT!!!!

the BoS being just like, in a rando military base outdoors felt weird too, but idk! i guess they didn't want all of their main characters to live underground

speaking of, why was the ghoul just... buried lol

spent most of last night randomly saying A FERAL GHOUL CAN'T ABIDE NO CHICKEN...... googled it, that's not even the exact quote. i fully do not care. feral ghoul can't abide no chicken

while i'm sure walton ghoulgins will be my fav character (ghouls almost always are), god he is BARELY a ghoul!!! no voice changes and he's... so smooth. a literal smoothskin. they dewalted my white.

okie dokie!

[veryimportantsparkles]

I really need to do more shilling for Josh the Boyfriend’s project!  Neon Divide (formerly Callous Row) is a giant VRchat roleplay, played by over a 100 players and streamed by most of them.  It’s so hard to explain that.  Imagine a tabletop game like Dungeons and Dragons, but done over a 3d chat client.  So some interactions are pure improv acting, based on the players being able to speak and gesture to interact with each other realistically.  But occasionally the game mechanics require a DM to roll a dice (mostly for technical skills).  But also, Neon Divide has a dev team that coded a bunch of custom stuff into their maps so that they can use functional weapons and track damage and effects.

I’ve talked about Neon Divide a little, and done art for it (hmmm, I should update the tag to reflect the name change) but I can never figure out a good way to explain it.  I’m not an expert; I’ve never used VRchat myself, nor do I follow any of the players other than Josh.  It’s a huge setting, you can follow one player’s streams and never encounter half the other players.  They’re spread out across four separate maps with their own overarching storylines, there are several factions in-world, and of course there are little cliques of characters who hang out with each other.  I could probably give a good summary for Josh’s season 1 and 2 character, Johnny, but he’s DEAD and it’s TRAGIC.

For season 3, Josh is one of the DMs of the Upper City map.  ND is a space cyberpunk setting, taking place in a galaxy divided up between seven megacorporations.  Each corp has a branch office on the planet Hellion, which is a distant, backwater dump planet, and they’re fighting over resources and exploiting the residents in order to prove themselves to their respective main offices.  The Upper City is where (most of) the corporate characters live and work, meaning that Josh is the dungeon master of villain town.  Josh wrote a bunch of new systems for them to use, he calculates out their company stock prices and officiates “bureaucratic combat” (sneaky contract deals), a long with a bunch of other stuff that has yet to come.  The image above is my art for his character, a mad scientist doctor dog.  Every DM gets ‘DM hands,’ an avatar that’s just two sinister floating arms that can roll dice.  Josh put a skull pattern on his, because that’s how he does everything.

You could watch Neon Divide through nearly any of the gajillion characters.  I’m not familiar with a lot of them, but now that Josh is a DM if you watch his perspective you can see him jump around between characters who need dice rolls and lore info.  Sometimes he voices NPC characters (through a phone or through a generic avatar) to push the plot.  So watching him is a decent intro to the other characters on his map.  ‘Episodes’ happen every Friday, and we’re two weeks in.

Episode 1

Episode 2

Ep 1 had a lot of fussing around with technical stuff and was mostly just characters introducing/establishing themselves.  A slow start, as to be expected.  But episode 2!!!  I’m surprised by how many shenanigans are kicking off, the villains are all villaning at each other and it shows so much potential.

This is my long-winded plea to take a look at Neon Divide.  I’ll probably start posting here when episodes start, so take this as the main explanation of what I’m talking about.  Even if you don’t end up following Josh (we also use the Hundera account for streaming normal video games, in which I usually appear as well), check out some of the other players and see if anyone clicks for you.  It’s way more interesting than I can fully explain!