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[fonixen]

Robin said Alice was covered in blood and my neurons activated

[avatarkurukdefender]

Since the adhd brain refuses to cooperate and let me finish chapter two of A Literal Team Avatar...might as well talk about it instead

Specifically about the Boiling Rock arc

Aka the arc where I get to go full whump writer and torment the beloveds

:3

Kuruk and Roku are gonna get captured after the failed invasion during the eclipse (fpr reasons that I will not spoil)

And they are going to be taken to the Boiling Rock and will be there for about three weeks, maybe a month since that seems like how long that time period was.

That will be the worst time of their new lives

They will be separated almost immediately upon arriving, with Roku being taken to solitary confinement in the freezer (where he will stay for at least like sixty to seventy percent of his time in the prison) while Kuruk is taken deeper into the prison.

Ans the Warden will take EVERY possible precaution to make sure Kuruk cant bend. Because its one thing to hold a powerful firebender, just lock them in the freezer and they cant bend. No problem.

But keeping a WATER bender from bending in a prison that is literally SURROUNDED by water is a much more difficult task.

So Kuruk will be kept in a very hot, very dry room. Dry air will be filtered through at all times, he will be guarded at all times, there will be MULTIPLE locked metal doors before even reaching his cell, and most importantly

He will be heavily restrained.

Hands completely covered in metal cuffs, more restraints on the elbows, knees, and thighs and ankles, even a shackle around his NECK to really keep him as still as physically possible.

Oh did I mention that they will only give him the BARE MINIMUM amount of water needed to keep him from dying of dehydration (like once every five days)

They'll feed him even less.

Anything to keep him weak, prevent any chance of him breaking out.

Because Kuruk is definitely the most dangerous person in the prison and if he got out all hell would break loose

Meanwhile Roku is just gonna be left alone with his thoughts, with his guilt because this was all his fault, it was his fault that they got captured it was his fault that Kuruk was suffering and he was helpless to stop it, hell it was his fault that this entire war was even happening!

Because even thought he's in solitary, in the freezing cold, unable to bend, he's not actively being STARVED to death (even though he's only getting fed a bit more frequently than Kuruk) and being constantly kept on the brink of dehydration and close to heatstroke.

It will be such a relief when Sokka, Zuko and Yangchen come to rescue them and eventually Suki, Sokka's dad, and the other inmate guy whose name I cant remember.

The only reason Kyoshi wasn't allowed to join the rescue mission was because both her mentor and her former pupil being held hostage would make it be an absolute BLOODBATH.

It will still be a mass homicide when Yangchen sees Kuruk in his current state. Jst not as bloody, because she can just make people's lungs collapse, trap them in an airless void or just obliterate them with a close ranged scream.

Kuruk will get to drown people with boiling water, as a treat.

Zuko is gonna realize just how lucky he was that Aang is a pacifist because air nomads can become absolutely terrifying when "all life is sacred" goes out the window.

There will be three chapters before the actual boiling rock arc begins

One when Roku and Kuruk are first brought to the prison.

Another on how they're doing during the Sun Warriors arc

And a final one the night before the rescue trio arrive at the prison.

(The chapters will be titled "No Mind To Think." "No Will To Break." And "No Voice To Cry Suffering." Yes that is a Hollow Knight reference that game is a masterpiece, one of my favorite video games EVER and I cant wait for Silksong so bite me)

Why does this arc have to be so far away :(

Anyways enjoy

[whumpitisthen]

I have successfully convinced myself to finally do this it only took a month!

I think I'm only going to post the images that are the closest to how I imagine them to be because some of them (Grim, its always him) has way too many that fit them...

I may make separate posts for each of them down the line I'm already having trouble choosing just one image

The Doctor:

Look at it. Creechur. Smug beast. Looks like my cat. It will heal you but at what cost? A liver perhaps. A little snac. You'll get used to hearing its voice through your thoughts I swear

His Majesty:

He is a special case because he changes form so much that whenever I make a picrew I mostly go for the vibes not much similar characteristics~ If I went for what i see when I imagine him, he'd just look even more creechur than The Doctor; just full shadow monster with glowing eyes and constantly shifting barely discernable features. Cold and calculating. Just standing there. Menacingly... Bit of an eldritch monster that mimics your loved one's voices and makes you feel safe against your will

Auden:

My specialest little angel boi....... Look at him. So miserable.... Praying? For what? Happiness??? Get real. He has a bell around his neck here and my reasoning for that is [REDACTED] anyway cant wait to hurt him further in irreparable ways he will never recover from and teach him little by little just how awful hell can truly be <3

Mori:

Grim's favourite little fawn... He loves tormenting them so much. They still have their antler here! How nice :) He even tied a little ribbon around it, look how cute they are!! They appreciate it I'm sure, just look how thankful and not terrified they are!! They are glad to be of service, they said so :3

Miss Thu'lin:

She is judging you. She has already called you a buffoon to your face. She has three and a half feet on you. Do not waste her time or she will have you sent off to the Gut Gobblers. You do not want to be sent off to the Gut Gobblers. If i saw her in real life id just find the nearest ditch to die in just to get out of her way

Grim:

He gets two because I couldn't choose (and because he is my specialest little guy <3333). So uh first is him being nice and content and the second is him being scary and slightly more dishevelled. As he tends to be. From all the. You know. Murder and Death and Destruction.

And because coincidentally all my favourites are from this one single picrew, here is the link. I mean just look at the range!! All my characters are pretty much spot on even though they look nothing alike!!! Top three picrews of all time its barely even a competition honestly. Even little things like Grim's smokey tendrils and his one blackened arm (it's technically his other arm but who cares its as close as were gonna get)!!!! All the wings and draconic features!!! Even has pretty decent clothing?? Lots of scars, many many many skin tone and hair options, its got it all! And it looks gorgeous!!!!! Please go check it out im half convinced i should make this into a tag game where i tag people to make their ocs with this :0

Go make some fucked up little guys!!

I rly should post some picrews of the bois

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

imma sure theres a moon - that kinda day - now imma look - yes about where in the sky expected - big and waning 

so housecleaning - way more than usual and had help - and a bit more than fuck all but not much music - some discussion and play along to a liam song and finally get it - i dont know wat threw me b4  - pretty sure my fingers remember enuff  - we tawking a year now - wait i think i wrote about this or a msg text or email - so many texts imma tired and havent had much napping - it dont fit w my rawk star image  even tho imma bad ass napper yo - ru u laffing i fuckin hope so cuz it would make me sad if u think this is whyning 

we r laffing again now - tentative may not full blown hilarity verging on - yah go t sez it it rhymes buster - insanity  - inanity is better yah - inanity - tho we all have breakdown once and again still we aint broken - wounded scarred as fuck yah - maybe always healing but ffs healing 

then again tomorrow - i cant explain w o tmi and messy and no gain from anyway knowing  - many different winning outcomes possible  - so ez to fuck up in the telling and interpretation even when in love ur acting as best u know how to - im a bystander     no say in outcome    even tho it affects me     a wild card i saw coming long time awready played it  down to waiting 

im ok - got over myself enuff to quit being a dick at least - thats something - aint it 

its late - nap a possibility manana maybe - a little fear inna mix tho gonna trust love cuz - yah wats the choices  

if i hafta pick up pieces - i dont like that metaphor - if soft soothe comfort a hand to help lift a kind word and all that comes after - is needed i b there somehow - if it delays the bizness so be it - its only $  - our goal is to b non profit anyway at least a large part  - we already talking a spin off in terms of time and duties if theres any real cash flow - hey we did have about $70 income in our almost 1st full month of operation - we havent even finalized a name yet - tho at last months rate of cash burn we got 10 weeks left lol or is it months nope week t - i pull the reins in a little but mostly justified  - theres artist kids working feverish hoping for a sale  - yah we gotta feed them and sometimes keep it on the down low cuz its late and liams parents are amazingly tolerant but strange street kids at all hours - uh no - but sometimes cuz they understand the nature of a rock and roll life - if its kids known and trusted - and the workspac more soundproof daily - fuck imma in a band , sometimes back up not to mention them backing me up - with 2 teenagers  - i mean they live at home  ffs - and that is the least of our fucking problems but we wont go there - not tonights its too late  - oh yah and we doin a start up bizness goodness gracious  - its going nothing like imagined but they never - 

im alive  - they also - tbh its a bit of a miracle  cuz death dont like dare to often or being cheated  - yah we all gonna die so death shouldnt b so damn impatient  - wats another decade  more or more  (for the kidz - 1 more decade me i think b plenty  - cinder b advance aging - unpoet will grieve but get on and its unlikely i outlive her  - the kidz b adulting - my nephews nieces should b ok cared for enuff to make their life work at least have a chance and a safety net - i could die tomorrow happy  - im doing wat im meant to on many fronts and mind dimensions - the smooth path is usually boring 

sciatic pain transforming - acupuncture sez my mind processing all stimuli on lower right side as pain itching or numbness - many x all 3 - some is side efx from meds  - still much improvement - despite hurting like a mf right this moment - its been a long day in a string and hard ones  - basically the last 2 months have been hard as fuckon all 3

just thinking - theres so many pleas on tumblr - begging ppl thinking suicidal thoughts or further to consider the devastation to their loved ones

this whole dark period started with the suicide death of a teenager (rest in peace from torment child )  - someone im not  sure if i ever met  - but only 1 ripple removed from - another stone turned pebble by erosion -tossed into the pond another ripple 

fed and talked w crows  - and a birb - someone sitting under my tree when out - ok it 130 still dishes 

later

love 

[foolgobi65]

Ah do Krishna and Bhishma in Hogwarts

this is so late i cant even say anything im so sorry but still i hope u like it!! i really enjoyed writing for it and surprisingly enjoy writing these two together more than i expected – i always make bhishma nicer and better than he is in canon but i also truly think that krishna brings out the best in him. thank you for the prompt!! please send more since i def have more time now that it is summer

1.

Bhishma does not watch the trial – like most of the Wizarding World, he listens to it broadcast on the radio, barred from the Wizengamot by his vow to pass the family seat through the blood of Satyavati. Bhishma does not watch when the boy Krishna is brought into court in chains and at the wandpoint of five aurors, does not watch when Kamsa stands from his seat at the head and accuses a child of treason, of exposing magic to muggles, of genocide secondhand – for that of course is what the Magical World apparently has to fear from their muggle counterparts.

“I disagree, Uncle.”

As one, the Wizarding World gasps. It is Him, then, this boy Krishna. The Chosen One, the fulfillment of a 20 year old prophecy that keeps Kamsa’s sister Devaki and her husband Vasudev falsely imprisoned to this day. It is Krishna who, 15 years ago, had the audacity to be born even inside the pit of human despair, whose disappearance from inside Azkaban had hastened the death of Wizarding democracy in the guise of Kamsa’s Emergency.

“You admit that you are their son?” Kamsa for once speaks for the entirety of Wizarding Britain. It is the question every person wants to ask, after years of Kamsa’s iron fist slowly strangling Magical Britain’s throat in pursuit of his predestined killer. “You admit that you want to kill me, the Minister for Magic.” Bhishma scoffs at the way Kamsa, claims democratic legitimacy even as a dictator.

There is a sigh that travels through the radio, deep and long, one that seems more suited for a man of Bhishma’s years and experience than Krishna’s sixteen. The whole of Magical Britain pauses for breath.

“I do,” Krishna says, voice calm at what every listener knows clearly to be a death sentence. “I am.”

Kamsa’s voice shifts to a register of glee. “This is treason!” No assembly could be complete without Kamsa’s favorite word. The punishment for actions against the Minister have grown more and more stringent in the last decade in wait for this moment, where Kamsa has set enough precedent to order an immediate execution. Neither Bhishma’s power nor his vows allow him to breach the doors of the Wizengamot. After all this time the Emergency will end like this, he thinks in sudden, overwhelming despair: the body of Devaki’s son cold on the ground, his death broadcast throughout Kamsa’s new kingdom.

But then, incredibly, over the radio Krishna begin to laugh – the sound grates against the tautness of Bhishma’s nerves for all that it is full of joy, of reckless abandon. It is only later that Bhishma will realize that the discomfort he felt at that moment was not discomfort at all – hope had been lost so long that he had forgotten what it felt like, swelling inside his chest, burning inside of his veins.

“You are untrained,” Bhishma hears Kamsa sneer, the last of Krishna’s laughter still echoing against the Wizengamot stone, “you are untrained, and with magic so low that you were not deemed worthy of a Hogwarts education. You cannot kill me.”

A gasp. “The chains,” someone shouts, “they’re gone!”

Members of the Wizengamot are not allowed their wands in session, and while Kamsa and his aurors are almost certainly armed, there is none amongst them that would banish the boy’s chains. Krishna has no wand, and what Kamsa said was true – a boy untrained, with so little magic that Hogwarts records did not deem him worthy of an invitation, could not have banished his chains.

And yet.

“You’re right,” Bhishma hears amidst the uproar, and then in the silence that follows he hears a slight rustle, the sound gentle enough that it could only be clothing shifting against skin.

“I am untrained,” Krishna says, tone as easy with this fact as if he were listing the color of his hair.

There is a click, and then Bhishma hears an explosion.

“And yet, Uncle,” Krishna says before the shock fades and the screams begin, “you are dead all the same.”

2.

There is a great furor in the aftermath of Kamsa’s assassination: the Wizarding World is unprepared for the death of its benign dictator, only more so when faced with its cause.

“I will take him,” Bhishma announces, blowing open the doors and standing carefully outside the Chamber. “The boy Krishna.” He blinks as members of the Wizengamot move so that Bhishma can have a clear view of the proceedings inside. Krishna, who he assumed would have been hurried out of the room instead sits cooly on the ground, hands busy with some sort of contraption. Bhishma does not speak of his brief childhood amongst Muggles, but he remembers something much larger, something that could not have been concealed under clothes.

“It is a gun,” the boy confirms, face blank as he refuses to meet the Wizengamot’s gaze. Kamsa’s bloody body cools on the ground only a few meters away. “Father purchased it after my uncle sent the Grindylows four years ago.”

Bhishma clenches his jaw. Kamsa’s obsession was renowned, but every new example of its consequences is cause for disgust– under the Emergency all dissent has been quelled as Kamsa combed both Magical and apparently Muggle Britain for those who stepped out of line, in seeming solidarity with Devaki’s mythic son.

Today’s trial had been triggered by a dementor attack on a Muggle hamlet, repelled, Kamsa claimed, without his official sanction by a sixteen-year-old boy without enough magic for a Hogwarts invitation. Or at least, that is what they had assumed.

“How did you repel them?” Bhishma hears from a member somewhere in the gaggle ahead. Whether they mean the grindylows or the dementors he does not know.

Krishna stands, neatly slipping the gun into his waistband. A moment passes where he gazes at the crowd in front of him, the most powerful of the British Wizarding population, people who together decide the present, who bend the arc of the future. Each person, later, will claim that in that moment Krishna was looking only at them, was laying bare their personal ambition, their excess, their very essence.  

Bhishma standing tall behind the Wizengamot threshold feels small as he has not in more than a hundred years, suddenly a child once more clutching at his mother’s fingers inside the halls of the Kuru family home, waiting to be claimed by a father he had never known.

“He is one of you,” Ganga had told Shantanu, “so you must keep him safe.”

Bhishma locks eyes with Krishna and nods – he is not Shantanu, has no ties of blood, but the boy will be safe all the same. Krishna exhales, closes his eyes, brings his hands forward, and pulls.

The room gasps together as swirling spikes rise from the stone. Everyone is frozen at the sight, eyes glued to the floor Krishna mutates in perfectly deadly concentric circles. He has no wand.

“By Merlin,” someone whispers, the tones are familiar enough that Bhishma’s believes it to be Vyasa, court witness and the first son of Bhishma’s venerable stepmother, Lady Satyavati herself. The muttered oath is more accurate than he thinks he means. Bhishma swallows at a display of raw talent the types of which he had assumed no longer existed.

Krishna opens his eyes. As one, the Wizengamot steps back – only Bhishma tries to step forward, catching himself only at the end when his toes threaten to cross his self imposed boundary. A small, wry smile graces Krishna’s lips.

“Hogwarts it is, I suppose.”

3.

The decision to release Vasudev and Devaki are released even before Kamsa’s body is taken away – that is an easy decision after all, taken by people racked with guilt at the plight of two individuals without even a magical core to sustain them locked in Azkaban for almost half their lifetimes. Vasudev, only son of the late Surasena whose family sat on the Wizengamot for generations, is a squib. Even worse is Devaki, half sister of the half-blood Kamsa, the first Muggle to know the eternal chill of the dementors outside her cell. That they even live should be considered extraordinary. That they managed to produce a child, that said child could grow despite it’s magicless mother’s physical malnourishment and mental torment, that the child was born and lived and left: this is what even the Magical World can only consider a miracle.

And yet, there is not a wizard alive who would consider the pair after such an ordeal fit guardians for any magical child, much less one of Krishna’s apparent abilities. Bhishma is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and so any child of school-attending age comes under his jurisdiction. Bhishma also remains the Grand-sire of the Kurus, who now count Surasena’s daughter Pritha one of their own. His great-grand nephews may lawfully call Krishna Vaasudev “cousin,” and when Bhishma looks to the other families who might claim the same connection, Damagosha and Vridhasharman avert their eyes.

“A vow,” Vyasa calls out, shedding the guise of humble stenographer at this time of crisis. “I want you all to swear an Unbreakable Vow that you will never reveal what you just saw.” He glances at Bhishma, still standing outside of the room, and looks away, biting her lip in an now uncharacteristic show of emotion. He turns to Krishna.

Krishna shrugs, closing his eyes once more and pushes at the air above the floor. The spikes smooth, leaving the ground as it was before.

“It is May,” Bhishma says into the silence, as they all try to envision the shape of this new world. “I will take Krishna until September, when he will be enrolled as a fifth year at Hogwarts.”

The Wizengamot, unruly and contentious even at the best of times, assents.

The Kuru family home was once the pride of Wizarding Britain, teeming constantly with life and activity and culture. When Krishna, having been instructed in Floo usage, tumbles out of the Great Fireplace, it is almost like that again. The entire family, from Dhritarashtra to Kunti’s Sahadeva is gathered, voices echoing off of the famed ceiling Hogwarts’ Great Hall is said to have been based on. Bhishma clears his throat, and as one, they turn.

It has been years since Bhishma has been able to command the room like this, at least outside family feasts – but even those slowly dwindled as the children came and left Hogwarts. He would not claim enjoyment in this moment, but perhaps deep down there is something of satisfaction.

“This is Krishna,” he calls out, though from the looks on his family’s faces this is something they already know. “He will be staying with us for the summer from now on.”

“Actually,” Krishna says from behind Bhishma, “I have to go home.”

Bhishma turns on his heel. “What do you mean you need to go home?” It is a tone of voice that has quelled even Duryodhana at his most irascible, and yet Krishna only raises a brow. Bhishma presses on, ever aware of the studied stillness of his family behind, all trying to pretend that they are not in the room. “Do you even know what you have done? Kamsa had the backing of powerful men, crafted an auror force almost slavishly devoted to his every word. Do you think they won’t try to kill you if you set foot outside our door?”

Again, in the face of danger, Krishna only laughs. “My parents, Nanda and Yashoda, are Muggle. My entire village is. If I am in danger, then what are they, who have no knowledge of this world, no power to protect them from retribution.” Krishna purses his lips. “If you mean for me to live in this world can you guarantee me their safety, their well being, and their happiness until the day they die of natural causes?”

Bhishma cannot. “What will you do?”

Krishna swallows, looking uncertain, even lost for what Bhishma believes to be the first time since he set was dragged into his trial. “Mother does not understand, she never has. Everytime Kamsa sent another monster, she demanded we move, as if every place we lived in was cursed instead of it being me. I tried to tell her when they came, but she only cried and begged for me to leave it all and come home. The memories will haunt her, when I don’t.”

Bhishma, whose mother left him on Shantanu’s doorstep and told him to never look back, who still remembers her every day since, feels a wash of sympathy for what Krishna must do.

“Only them?” Bhishma does not question if Krishna knows how to erase his parents’ past – for one, memory erasure outside of Ministry authority is one of the High Crimes even in times of peace. Yet, to work with the Ministry in this case would only put those poor Muggles at risk. It is the nature of the Wizarding World, he knows, to forget inconvenient parts of people’s past: Bhishma who was once the half-blooded Devavrata now stands the venerable head of the Kuru clan. With his birth parents still alive, no one will question who raised Krishna Vaasudev. Bhishma will go to the Ministry himself and make sure the relevant documents are destroyed.

“And a girl as well,” Krishna says, lips turning of their own accord into something of a wistful, longing smile. “I asked her to come with me, but she refused.” Bhishma, whose easiest pledge was the one in which he forswore a wife, in that moment can only feel a voyeur.  

His voice, when he speaks, is gruff. “You will be back in September?”

“Before that, even, if I can,” Krishna says, nodding at the silent Kauravas still gathered motionless in the Kuru Great Hall. “I look forward to meeting you all in the future.” His smile slips into something just slightly sad. “It will be nice to still have a family when I return.”

4.

For a single moment, Bhishma feels fear when Krishna is sorted into Slytherin. It is the house Kamsa had been sorted into, a half-blood almost dripping with charisma and eager to climb as high as the ladders would take him – and then to construct further rungs where they stopped. Is this to be the fate of the Wizarding World, to only exchange one tyrant for another?

It is a moment that shames him, he who is supposed to look at the four houses with only benign indifference. Yet he is not the only one who seems wary, a strained type of silence seeming to follow the boy whenever he enters the Great Hall at mealtimes, which is all Bhishma sees of his students at school. For weeks, everyone waits for the knut to drop, for Krishna to bend rooms to his will and gather supporters at his feet.

A month passes, and Krishna Vaasudev continues to eat alone. Every once in a while one of Drona’s Hufflepuffs tries to catch his eye when he enters, her face falling when she is ignored time and time again.

“Subhadra,” Drona mumbles, “Second year Muggle-born.” He frowns “No,” he says, seemingly in anticipation of Bhishma’s next question. “I don’t know why.”

Another fortnight, and Bhishma has almost convinced himself that what he saw before was an illusion, or perhaps a stroke of fate that overtook the young Krishna’s body. Perhaps the Chosen, when their prophecies are fulfilled, become one with the rest – what Bhishma recalls of Krishna’s smile, his triumphant laughter, has faded with Kamsa’s influence over Magical Britain. He thinks this, and then he stumbles upon Krishna laughing like Bhishma remembered with someone in an abandoned classroom.

“Grandsire!” Krishna’s companion rises and Bhishma is shocked to his core to recognized Arjuna, famously private, and almost notoriously sullen bounding to Bhishma with a smile Bhishma has not seen in years. Each of his great-grandchildren have made their peace with knowing that Bhishma at Hogwarts cannot be the Grandsire from their homes, but Arjuna, in particular, has always been scrupulous about maintaining the distance between student and teacher, Great-grandfather and favorite son. Bhishma in his surprise, and in something of a slight longing for affection from his favorite, allows himself an embrace.

“Arjuna,” Bhishma smiles, helpless at the sight of Arjuna’s grin, no matter the cause. “What are you doing here?” It is not a warning, or even truly a complaint – the pair is not out of bounds or our after hours, but it is curious to find Arjuna outside of his room when not in class, stranger still to see him in the company of someone not his brothers. It is almost extraordinary to know that Arjuna has been laughing.

Arjuna’s face smoothes into something that Bhishma struggles to name, until he realizes it is something like contentment, so alien to the character of his Arjuna, always taut with one anxiety or another.

“Krishna is teaching me how to cast a patronus.”

Bhishma raises an eyebrow, looking past Arjuna to the other boy who has risen but stands, ankles crossed, leaning against the wall in what must be carefully constructed insolence.

“A patronus is complex magic,” he hears himself say, and it is. But Krishna Vaasudev was brought to the Wizengamot for warding off the dementors, and he had never answered the Wizengamot’s question that first day. Krishna smiles, bypassing the question implied.

“Ask the Headmaster, I’m sure his answer will be the same as mine.”

Bhishma raises another eyebrow. “I can’t cast a corporeal patronus,” Arjuna says, his wry smile so different from his carefully controlled frustration when faced with an obstacle he cannot overcome through single-minded practice. “Krishna thinks it’s because my memory is too weak.”

Bhishma frowns. Normally, especially with children so young, he would attribute this to a lack of control over one’s magical core. But Arjuna has trained so long that he remains in school as a matter of formality, his control over his power already a thing approaching legend.

“I would agree,” Bhishma admits, “if only because I have seen you accomplish more complex spells with less training.”

Arjuna snorts, turning towards Krishna so that Bhishma, his headmaster, his beloved Grandsire can only see his back. “Like you said, I am an utterly miserable individual.”

Bhishma stiffens in anticipation: when Arjuna was only a child of prodigious talent and surprising will, his anger would fill the room. It is something that takes time and talent to decipher, but his magical aura so used to the weight of Arjuna’s iron control seems to seep into the air around him, swelling until the rooms feel like they are made of rainclouds, each on the verge of bursting. Arjuna, who is always so careful with his anger and measured with his words, has not spoken like this since he received his Hogwarts letter.

Krishna only rolls his eyes. “Is this what you’re like with all your friends? Besides, you seemed quite happy a few moments ago.”

When Bhishma concentrates, Arjuna’s aura is the same as it was before. His mind strays to Krishna’s words – does Arjuna have friends? Arjuna has brothers, cousins, and perhaps he even has Drona’s son Ashwathama. But Bhishma would call none of these a friend, and when he looks to his great-grand nephew, who looks faint at the thought, he feels a pang of regret for the training regiment he demanded of so young a child. Forced to outstrip his peers, and in the company of men so much older for so many years it is easy to see the boy’s self imposed isolation as fear, or awkwardness. Arjuna’s shoulders are newly stiff, and Bhishma can only thing that he must have been very lonely all these years, even if he never showed it.

“Oh,” Arjuna says, poleaxed. “Is that what we are?”

Bhishma slowly begins to step backward, but he is still in the room when Krishna’s face melts into something brimming with empathy. For that, Bhishma thinks, he could forgive almost anything. At the very least, he can begin to trust. “I’m certainly yours,” Krishna says, eyes locked with Arjuna, “but whether you want to be mine is up to you.”

“Yes,” Arjuna says, soft, disbelief warring desperately with hope. “I am.” It echoes to Bhishma like a vow. I am. I am. I am.

5.

Krishna Vaasudev, as told to Bhishma by his instructors, is a bright student. Eager to learn, with near perfect recall and an apparent childhood history of reading a Muggle-born neighbor’s old textbooks. The mystery of young Subhadra is thus solved: the Muggle-born sister of a Muggle-born Gryffindor graduate, Balarama, both of whom lived, until this May, in the village named on the records Bhishma destroyed. Bhishma thinks, and recalls Balarama towering at 17 followed by the sniping shadows of Bhima and Duryodhana, each desperate to learn Beating from the greatest talent Hogwarts has seen in generations.

“Krishna knows the theory,” every teacher repeats, “but it is the execution where he struggles.”

That’s only to be expected, they add, “considering the poor boy’s circumstances.”

Bhishma nods politely, and asks for an interview.

“Is there a reason,” he asks when the pleasantries have been disposed of, “that your teachers believe you to be only slightly more capable than a squib?”

Krishna, sipping at the tea he has been offered, puts down his cup to laugh. “Many, but I assume you have at least one theory that concerns you more than others.”

Bhishma grunts, taking a sip from his own cup. “I watched you transfigure the stone that makes up the foundation of one of the cores of Magical Britain with your bare hands. You should be able to change a teapot.”  

Krishna hums, and it is as if somehow it is he, the sixteen-year-old, is in control of the conversation instead of Bhishma. “It is different, with a wand. I never had one before.”

It is a lie, but a very good one. There is just enough truth that it might even have worked if Bhishma himself was not one of the few capable of wandless casting.

“No,” he corrects, “the wand inherently acts as a focus. If it was difficult, your teachers would report that you were struggling with too much power, not too little.”

Krishna smiles: wide, and golden, and knowing. A test, then, instead of a mistake. “I had wondered if the rumors were true. I’m glad not to be as rare as the Wizengamot reactions made it seem.”

“I did not bring you to lie,” Bhishma says, but when he leans back in his chair he finds himself pressing his lips together to keep them from twisting up in response. Curious he thinks, that where he might have been enraged he is instead amused. He thinks of Arjuna, of how small he had sounded when he asked if he and Krishna were friends.

The patronus. “How does Arjuna know that you can cast a patronus?”

Finally, Krishna seems caught off guard. “Because it is Arjuna,” he says, voice slightly snappish, as if that were all the answer needed. And in a way, to Bhishma of all people, perhaps even to Bhishma alone, it is. “He needed my help.”

Krishna sighs, standing up. “I am not a threat, Headmaster, and if you need me to prove it I shall.” His gaze for once is hard, shoulders straight and eyes blazing. “Expecto Patronum.”

Krishna Vaasudev calls forth his guardian with the same tone someone might order a meal, and when Bhishma looks to Krishna’s hands neither is gripping a wand. His hands are slightly in front of his body, molded as if they caress the edges of something, as if they seek to shape life from an invisible lump of clay.

Where there was nothing, suddenly there is. Krishna Vaasudev’s patronus spreads its wings, taking one lap around Bhishma’s study before flying to perch on Krishna’s shoulder. Extraordinary.

“That is a phoenix,’ Bhishma says, staring at the bird with trepidation. With exultation. “Which means you lied – you are in fact the greatest threat I have ever seen.”

[twinfanfics]

The tale of the three head beast. The marching fishes (21/22)

WE ARE BACK!!

Fandom: Digimon GoT au.

Charaters: All the choosen children from Adventure, 02, Tamer and sometimes Frontier.

Ships: Taiyama, Joumi, Daiken, Takary, TakatoxYuri, RikaxRyo …

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag  3t3hb  on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs, but the King is must worried about cover his affair with the royal guard. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

And you can read all past chapters of the marching fishes in the links below or in AO3

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

ACT 1. ESCENE 2: THE WILL  

ACT 1. ESCENE 3: THE TRIP

ACT 1. ESCENE 4:THE SON

ACT 2. SCENE 1: THE ARRIVAL

ACT 2. SCENE 2: BROTHERHOOD

ACT 2. SCENE 3: MOTHER | **warning suicide attempt**

ACT 2. SCENE 4: THE BATTLE OF THE IKKAKU ISLAND

ACT 3. SCENE 1: THE INTERROGATION

ACT 3. ESCENE 2:  DELIVERY

ACT 3. ESCENE 3: RED DRESS

ACT 4. ESCENE 1:TRIAL

ACT 4. ESCENE 2: THE SAINT QUEEN

ACT 4. ESCENE 3:THE SPY

ACT 4. ESCENE 4: INTRUDERS

ACT 4: SCENE 5: THE BROKEN SWORD

ACT 5: SCENE 1: THE WIDOW

ACT 5: SCENE 2: WELCOME HOME

ACT 5 : SCENE 3: FAITH

ACT 5: SCENE 4: LIONHEART

ACT 5: SCENE 5: THE PRICE TO PARADISE

One day past, and then another, and another, and another. 

All he want was to back to normality, back to the long days haunting on the forest and the short nights on the arms of his lover. 

But all he get from Yamato was silence, coldness, indifference, sometimes even fear.

At the begining Taichi thought that he only needed time, a few nights to cry over his lost friend, that at some point the both would talk about it, but that time never came.

And everyday that past the air felt  thicker between them,  he want to scream and run and fight, but they put him against an enemy he would never beat, a bigger obstacule than Yamato´s  bitterners 

His sister talked  and whispered  and sang, always the same  nonsense, Hikari  continues all day every day, she join him for breakfast and dinner, she walked him around the halls of the castle and in the meetings with the council; and when she was not there, Koushiro was, and when they disappear and he finally could breath it was night, and he was left alone on his room with his wife. 

And Yamato guarded the room 

And Sora looked at him demanding something that he refuse to give 

And everything he could think about was Yamato outside the room 

 And the woman inside the room grew impatient, but also proud; she wasn´t going to beg and he wasn´t going to bend.  

In the morning Hikari was waiting for him outside the room, and Yamato looked at the floor and Taichi died for explain him that nothing happened, that he never touch her as he had touch him, but his little sister smile at him, and the routine begins again.

Days and nights, thoughts that what could be tormented him, he should stay on the island for the execution of Iory and Ken; he should never come back for the war; sometimes he wonder if it was bad luck that Kouji stroke that arrow... 

“What a wonderful moon” Hikari exclaim when the same cheerful voice,  maybe a little bit cheerful that the usual “you should rest, go to bed earlier tonight” 

As if he want that,  between the eyes of the lights and the lies of the crown it was the Kingdom, if something allowed him not to drown was his duty, his work, the only vow that he hadn't  broken, so he devoted himself, he worked late, hardly and constand.

“ If you need rest go to your room” he smiled stacking a pile of papers that could totally wait until next morning “ This is important Hikari”  He lied, in the corner of his eye it was Yamato, of course, silence Yamato guarding the door in the room when only he and his sister where, if only, if this time she would let them alone 

“Is not as important brother, you know...” a little red appear on her sister cheeks “this moon is a powerful augury, this night  could be the night” 

“The night?” 

“You know…” It was not the presence of his sister what bothered him, sometimes he felt that Hikari did not exist anymore, they had somehow replaced the sweet girl who was scared of the shadows, the annoying young woman who scolded him about his manners, who joked, who laughed, for one more of them, an endless recital of light proverbs, a tool for their scams  “because it such a beautiful full moon” she mamble 

“ the moon?” but behind her rosy cheeks Taichi somehow saw a glimpse of his little sister “ should I let my work because of the moon?” 

“Brother!” Hikari was there “You may not know, but the moon is a light vessel, its dictade the fluctuations of the soul, enlight the spirit, especially those from  women” she avoided his eyes “and I don't ask you to quit your job, just to focus on one of greater importance” 

Taichi late a minute to catch up on her words “What you want Kari?”

“Is not about what a i want brother! is more about what I know” she lowered her voice Was she trying to prevent Yamato from listening to them? 

“I dont think you know as much as you think”

“I have been studying the texts, I have looked at the stars, I have prayed every day since your return, I have ..."  she stuttered "I have monitored the fluctuations in the queen's body, believe me, toning must be the night”  the knight at the door turn around 

He stand up, livid in anger and shame  “you have no right!”

“Brother!” 

“Dont you dare!” he feels the rage burning his skin “Dont call me brother when you act like nothing more that a priest!”

“I only want the best for you!”

“The best for me? is this the best for me? did I look like the best I had been? HOW?! How you have time for stars and book and prayers when you are watching me all day?!”

“I´m not…”

“Yes you are! Do you think i don´t know? that I´m stupid?! You are here talking about trues and life and you lie and kill”

“I never…”

“You are killing me Hikari, don´t you see? all this pat that your light draw end with my death” he laughs, sitting again “ you are just like the rest of them, are you still my sister Hikari? are something of you still there?”

“What do you mean? of course im your sister”

 “Then talk to me,  ask me if I want any of this, act as if you care when I´m suffering!”

“Of course I care! but brother you must know, suffering is how we gains forgiveness, sacrifice  will give us the eternal paradise, is the only way for The Light to enter in our souls “ the words of a priest, Hikari spoke with such a devotion, Taichi was sure she believes every single line “Only through suffering can we atone our sins”

“what do you know about my sins?”

she said nothing but her eyes move to the door 

“Live me alone sister” His voice drop a shadow between them 

“I cant…I have orders ”

“orders from who? You are nothing more than a lady of the court” 

“I´m a sister of The Light!”

 “No you are not! you are  a tool! a pretty face that they train to recitate old passage! They haven't even let you give the votes!, did you know why? “ he stand up “because you are the princess of the mountains, you are the key to our parents titles and everything than you are doing to me sister, they are gonna force on you too!  and I remind you I'm still the damn King of all the living land and I command you to leave me alone!”

She shook and tremble, her little body looked like it would broke 

“Yes your majesty”  a little bow, not a single tear  “ I must inform you that the queen is waiting for you on your chamber” she walk out,  not before calling Yamato to follow her,  finally leaving him alone.

And felt alone indeed, not Hikari or Yamato turn back to looked at him when they walk away, he knew he had lost his sister, it was not sudden; slowly the claws of The Light had dragged her for years until they took control of her entire body, there was nothing he could do to get her back, but Yamato … 

Taichi leaves his study and walked with the head up and stop in front of the door with no guards, sacrifice would bring him paradise. 

Sora was sitting near to the window, holding a book she wasn't reading, it wasn´t even midnight when her husband appear. 

“You are late” you stupid, stupid man 

“I know” she didn't expect him to talk back, he never did,  He took so long but finally walked until her and took her hand, one knee on the floor “I need to know, did you want a son? is really your wish or is a mandate of The Light?” 

She move with confusion, only Taichi ever ask for what she want 

“I want a heir, I don't want the legacy of my father to died with me” he expect sincerity “and I… I wish for a baby, I want to be a mother it has nothing to do with The Light” 

“ fine, then I'm gonna need your word” 

“My word?” she was used to be ignore by him, but this? Taichi suddenly care and for onces she was completely lost 

“Yes, the promise that you won't kill me as soon as you have a heir” 

“I would never do that!” she rush and dear heaven he touch her shoulder; he had no right, when was the last time anyone touch her? was that his fear? that was what was holding him back?  a hope that she thought dead blooms 

“Promise me that you won't let them kill him” a stupid woman for a stupid man “Promise me….” 

“And what about the promises you made to me?  what about your lies? how you dare to ask me for anything!” 

“You need it to be my son” who was that men? why the sudden confidence? “promise me that you won't let them kill him”  he repeat “promise me that Yamato would be alright” the audacy

She thought in refuse, but only the fools fight a battle already lost. 

“You have my word” she didn't need his heart anyway, she only needs his body, his  touch, his hands, his strong arms took her and carried to their bed “But you must never lie to me again” 

That's smile, he closed his eyes and stroked her skin, what a horrible way to be a gentleman, if only she care, if only they had not already passed the point of no return. 

 She undress herself, he do the same. 

If it was a defeat, she hope every failure in life feels that good

[fandomfanfics12]

We Are A Family-part 20

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 20/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here,Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn’t help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell? A/N: lol here comes the angst train and a half decent plot we’ve all been waiting for. also, time skips will be involved in the next couple parts.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

Six years tony had been married to Steve, six blissfully happy years. Tony was grateul for his time with Steve and Peter, being able to share a life with them. He watched as Wade and Peter only grew closer with age, their friendship bound those two together for life. Wherever Peter was, Wade was likely somewhere close by. But like all good things, this happy period had to come to an end. Tony hadn’t known when that end would approach, but it seemed to have already arrived. It was Tony’s fault, he and Bruce had created Ultron, it was their fault that all those people died. Tony couldn’t stop blaming himself, he’d lost count of the amount of nightmares Steve had woken him up from. But they weren’t the only nightmares Tony couldn’t escape from.

“Tony?” it was Steve’s voice at the doorway, and Tony knew he should look up from his work, smile at his husband and go home. It was getting pretty late. Yet Tony continued working on the new captain America suit, unable to stop.

“What’s up?” Tony asked, frowning slightly as he tried to concentrate. He could tell Steve was mad, this was the sixteenth night in a row where Steve had found Tony like this.

“enough is enough.” Steve said and Tony jumped at how close he was.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tony lied and then wondered when had he started lying to Steve? He decided that this little lie was okay, afterall, it was what would save Steve’s life.

“yes you do. You don’t need to keep building me new suits. I don’t need to be surrounded in bubble wrap.” Steve said gently, but Tony could barely hear him. After seeing the image of Steve dead, hearing Steve blame Tony for the deaths of all the avengers, for Peter’s death… Tony couldn’t stop building new suits.

“I have to prevent this, I have to protect you.” Tony mumbled and Steve let out a frustrated sigh.

“Tony you know that Wanda wasn’t showing you the future but merely something that would torment you for the rest of your life.” Steve said it so gently, and Tony almost listened.

“but it could become my future, and I can’t allow that to happen.” Steve groaned.

“Come home with me.” Steve kissed the top of Tony’s head. Tony paused, allowed himself to indulge in the feeling of Steve’s hands on his shoulders, his lips on the top of his head. He allowed himself to drown in the comfort that was his husband. He allowed it for a second.

“I’m going to stay here tonight, can you make sure Peter and Wade get to school alright?” Tony asked and Steve pulled away instantly.

“fine.” His voice was tight and Tony almost winced.

“Thanks.”

“Anything else?”

“Nope.”

“fine.” He listened as Steve walked away and squeezed his eyes shut. he needed to protect Steve, this was the only way.

Steve didn’t know how to stop Tony from working himself so hard. Usually Tony would listen to Steve, usually he’d slow down. It was scaring Peter. Peter who was finding more and more excuses to be around Wade, and less excuses to be at home. Peter was staying over at Wade and Al’s apartment tonight, which is why Steve ended up at Bucky’s door.

“Steve?” Bucky asked and Steve smiled softly.

“Hey Buck.”

“Where’s Tony?” Bucky asked as he let Steve in.

“Working.” Steve admitted and he saw Bucky shake his head.

“Have you told him about your vision yet? The real one?” Steve frowned but shook his head. He had meant to tell Tony, but somehow he had found himself lying.

“What did you see?” Tony mumbled into Steve’s chest. Steve thought about the vision of the titan who was three times as tall as Steve. With pale skin and a deep voice which had rattled Steve’s bones. He thought of the words the titan had spoken of, and it had shaken Steve to his core. Yet he choked on the words when he went to tell Tony.

“I saw Peggy.” Steve lied and Tony looked up at him. So Steve conjured up a lie about Peggy wanting her last dance.

“It’s like every time I try…” Steve trailed off and Bucky nodded his head.

“it’s like you cant get the words out?” Steve squeezed his eyes shut.

“Am I a bad husband?” he asked and Bucky groaned.

“No, you are a good husband. Tony will come around, it will just take time. You can’t blame the guy from trying to protect his husband.” Bucky said and Steve sighed. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were before Ultron. Things were easy then, so simple. So unproblematic.

“then why can’t I tell him the truth? Why was it so easy to tell you, yet I can’t even tell my own

husband

?” Steve wondered and Bucky shrugged. Steve began pacing then, he suddenly found it impossible to sit still. It should be easy to tell tony, tony would listen. He would help.

Or he would spiral like he’s already spiralling, he’d freak out and I’d lose him

. Steve didn’t know what do to anymore, he didn’t know how to fix this.

Peter wished he could just simply go and live with Wade. Things were too tense at home. His dad’s hadn’t exactly admitted to themselves that they were fighting but Peter knew they were fighting. That was why Tony stayed at the workshop all the time and why Steve was always with uncle Bucky. For days this silent war occurred at home, where his dads would speak in harsh whispers and glare at one another over the top of Peter’s head. Peter had been debating telling Aunt May about everything going on at home but had decided not to. So he told Wade. Wade was Peter’s only outlet, his only source of relief. Wade was also Peter’s only friend.

“it’ll blow over.” Wade assured Peter and Peter desperately wanted to believe him. It would be easy to believe Wade, he was so trustworthy and charismatic that everyone believed Wade. Every kid in school wanted to sit next to Peter’s best friend at lunch time. No one wanted to sit next to Peter. Sometimes Peter wondered if Wade pitied Peter and if that was the only reason they were still friends.

“I just don’t want them to break up.” Peter whispered and Wade laughed.

“Your dads are not going to break up Peter.” Wade assured him. Peter studied his brown eyes and his messy brown hair. Usually Wade had his hair trimmed short, but he was trying it long at the moment. Peter felt an urge to run his hands through Wade’s hair but managed to refrain from doing so.

“But what if it happens? So many other kids have parents who are divorced, what if I’m shipped back and forth between the two of them?” Peter asked and Wade pulled Peter into a tight hug.

“Your dads love each other too much to break up. It’s like it’s something from a movie. They’re not going to break up. They’re eternal, just like us.” Peter pulled back and furrowed his brows.

“Like us?” his heart was pounding in his chest and Wade gave him his dopey smile.

“yeah, you and me. Best friends forever.” Best friends.

“Right, best friends forever.” Peter forced a smile and despite himself, felt a little better.

“May is worried.” Steve announced and Tony looked up. This was one of the rare occasions where Tony was home these days.

“Worried?” Tony’s brows furrowed and Steve nodded.

“apparently you’re not as comfortable with me hanging out with Bucky as you’re pretending to be.” Tony shrugged.

“I don’t want to be jealous Steve, but I don’t see you much anymore.”

“because you lock yourself away in your workshop!” Steve shouted and Tony flinched.

“you know why I’m in there. I’m protecting you!”

“I don’t need protection! I need my husband!” Steve sounded so exasperated and Tony could see how exhausted his husband was.

“can we just pause this argument for a second?” Tony asked and Steve nodded. They both took a deep breath and allowed themselves a moment to calm down.

“I just miss you, I never see you anymore and I understand that you’re scared but you don’t need to be.” Steve whispered and Tony sighed.

“I just can’t lose you. But I will cut back, I’ll make sure I spend more time with you. How about we go out once a week?”

“Like a date night?” Steve asked with a raised brow, but Tony could see the corners of his mouth tilting upwards.

“Yes! A date night! Just you and me. Like the old times?” Tony had missed Steve too and he knew that their marriage needed this if it was going to survive.

“Alright, a date night.” Tony relaxed and then crossed the room. He wrapped his arms around Steve and Steve hugged him back. They held onto each other tightly, enjoying each other’s warmth.

“We’ll be okay.” Tony whispered and Steve kissed the top of his head.

“Of course we will, it’s you and me.” Steve sounded so confident but deep in Tony’s gut, there was a flicker of doubt.

[kittygirltheannoying]

Dance in Darkness

In slient she whimpers. Crushed and suffers alone. She put a hard shell on but, inside shes gone. Mind is gone and is on autopilot. The dark is all she knows and feels safe in. She has one purpose and it to try to save others from the darkness.

She watches him fight his demons as well. These roads we travel are well worn on both their minds. You can see the torment in through their eyes, her's are blue with crystal tears and his a shade of brown that you can see the pain he bears. She is his meaning. his heart and soul. The dance these two do are a very complex motions and took a millennia to master.

As she sits alone in a corner and watches the people in the tavern, she thinks "Do I really belong here?" At this point her life had been full of turmoil and trauma. She has unburied herself from what made her sick, but still can not out run it. The darkness lurks at evey corner. She fights and still can not get released. for this deal she made with the devil himself. Days like this she wonders "Will this be the day he comes to collect his debt?"

Later that night she is home in her lovers arms safe, for he is the only thing that can protect her. The only one who can fully understand what makes her sick, for he suffers the same. Neither one if them can be with out the other. But the Darkness is all they know.

As he wraps his arms around her, he feels at ease because she can let her guard down, as he is her protector. He has his own turmoil and pain. The trauma thay both suffer helps them protect one another. He will move mountains for her and she will take an arrow for him.

Today started put as any other day. The two of them awake after a short night of rest, it's been awhile since they both got any sleep. She readied the horses for it was time to leave the village before the darkness claimed it. As she returns to the cabin he reaches out and grabs her and gives her a kiss as he releases his embrace, all hell broke lose. They thought they had gotten further ahead of the Darkness that hunts them. As they were just about out of the village. He was stopped dead in his tracks to an image of a past love. It was just enough to distract him for the real target was her. For she belonged to someone else. Skadi was promised to man many years before she was born, but her heart belonged to Tyr.

For they lived in secrecy. And it worked until a pivotal moment in their lives made them decide no more. After watching Tyr almost die twice once because of illness and the other by his own hands Skadi decided that it was enough, that she had to be by his side forever. It almost derailed by her own hands when her jealousy pushed him away for she allowed the voices in her head to take over. This angered the man she was promised to. This man made it his mission to end both of their lives, Skadi because of her betrayal and Tyr for not restraining himself from her grasp.

Tyr and Skadi took off as fast as they could for the calvary was a foot. For they knew If they were caught it would mean death. As they scramble to escape for them were unsure on how much harder they could push the horses. They needed to find a place to get and hide away from Jarl. Jarl's army closes in on them and Tyr refuses to let Skadi out of his sight. As they approach end of Jarl's kingdom they knew he wouldn't stop but it would be a bit harder for him to hunt them down. Just then arrows start to fly and he cant reach her in time. Skadi was struck and and falls from her steed. As Tyr gets closer he sees that she is alive and on her feet. For her will not to let Jarl be the death of her, she is fighting back with her own bow. Tyr grabs her and lifts her on his steed. As she defends them, he pushes his steed faster to the north. Narrowly escaping Jarls clutches again.

Winter is slowly seeping in to the air. The leaves are turning colors of yellows and oranges. Finaly Tyr and Skadi can have a moment. Tyr slowly takes a knife and cuts the sleeve of Skadi's shirt for she was struck in her shoulder. As he removes the arrow from, she lets out a cry. He kisses her on her cheek and says "I'm sorry." and cleans up the blood before he wraps her wound. Skadi looks at him with years in her crystal blue eyes and says "I love you." He smiles and runs his fingers through her hair. Tyr looks around and finds a cabin and tells Skadi "You need to rest and we need to eat." She replies "No, we need to keep moving." He grabs her and sits her down and looks her in the eyes. "We need rest. YOU need rest. Your shoulder is messed up, you cant over do it." She looks and him with a sigh of agreement.

They set up in this tiny dilapidated shack. Tyr makes up the bed for Skadi to lay while he gathers wood to start cooking the rabbit thay came across on the way to the shack. In pain, she lays on the bundles of wolves hides. She slowly drifts to sleep. This is here her darkness comes steps in and tears her mind open and terrorizes her. Tyr returns back to the cabin hearing her scream. He drops the wood and instantly climbs in bed with her and wraps his warm, protective arms around her until the tremors stop. She doesn't sleep well when she does sleep, doesn't sleep at all, for she must be protected at all costs. For this night he falls asleep alongside her, because she can bring peace to his inner turmoil.

The sun peaks over the mountain tops and pushes through the tiny cracks in the cabin. Skadi opens her eyes to find that Tyr is already awake and has prepared breakfast. "We still have at least a two day ride to get through the mountains to Hilldenberg." He says. She gets up to join him at the table. As they eat in slience he look at her eyes to see what she's thinking but her eyes are blank. "Bad dream, my love?" She replies "Yes, but I always have them, for once I would like a good one." They both clean up and she bundles her shoulder the colder days are coming and she needs to heal. He kisses her forehead and goes outside to ready the horse. They are down to one and this one cant be push much further. "We need to get supplies in town". she says, he replied with percing eyes "We will at the next one, we're still too close to the border." She scoffs at him and agrees.

As they are going through the brush and staying off the roads. They hear a commotion off to the west. They both take a defensive stance him with his spear and her with her bow. She tries not to tremble for she knows Jarl is close. At this moment a huge black bear comes from out of nowhere. Relief comes to the pair. So they lower their weapons and continued on their way since the bear was no harm to them.

As they approach a small fishing village to get supplies and dressings for Skadi's wounds, there is an eerie feel to the cool winter breeze. No one is out and there are a few people in the tavern at the inn. Tyr points to a small secluded table in the back. Here is where they can plan the rest of their trip north because, it won't be long before the harsh winter cold sets in. Skadi smiles at Tyr and says "my shoulder hurts, moving it, is miserable. " He responds "I love you, but suck it up." She smiles once again. As they look at the map for locations and routes, a very tall man approaches and asks them "Are you just passing through?" Clearly from Skadis Crest they were not welcomed among the outskirts of town, for the common people here don't like anyone from a noble bloodline. Skadi replies "Yes we are, sir we will be gone after dinner. We just need to rest." Tyr cuts his eyes at here with the look of just as to be ready for anything.

Things were not always this way, there was a time when Skadi had to share Tyr's heart with others. She had to build trust with him and earn his love and devotion. She idolizes him and is willing to do anything for him even if it costs her own life. As the two continue to plan they're route, there is a commotion in the back of the tavern and the barmaid run out the small door that looks like only an elf can walk through. Tyr and Skadi jump to their feet and wait to see if the guard out front will investigate. To much confusion, he does not. Come to find out its the owners of the tavern arguing, "This must happend often, since no one reacted." Tyr thinks to himself.

Skadi points to the window, "Its getting dark, my love, we need to head out if we plan on making it to Hilldenberg before dawn." She says to Tyr. Unfortunately in this territory it will be dangerous for the two, the squabble between this small town and the noblemen is rough and will cause more issues than needed in the trip north.

As Skadi and Tyr head out they stop at a small shop to get winter furs and a few things needed for their journey. At this point Skadi tucks her Crest into her tunic so it doesn't stir up any more troble. They browse the small shop and pick up some furs. The shop didn't have much to offer. Tyr drops 3 silver on the counter and they head for the door. The old lady behind the counter says in a very horse voice "There is more trouble for you boy in the north than where you're coming from. " As Tyr turns to respond the lady is gone, as if no one was ever there. He looks at Skadi and see that she did not hear it at all, and looking at him strangely.

As they are walking she thinks to herself "How will things be once we don't have to hide anymore?" "Will it be peaceful." Of course Tyr thinks she's distracted and nudges her. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He says. She replies "Nothing, just pretending what a simple life would be with you." He smiles. Just then arrows fly by and they are not sure if it hunters or Jarls army. So thay find a brush to hunker down in and get on the defensive stance because they have no idea what is about to happen. Just then thay can hear the group going "This way! I just seen them!" .."Oh great."she thinks "Someone has turned us in or Jarl has found us!" She whispers to Tyr, still at the ready. Tyr shushed her. Just then the army of the town they just left emerges through the underbrush. To be continued....

[triumphorce]

under umbras of bundles  of stars,

canopies of leaves & branches that shatter-scatter sky image held indirect

as a gleam in eyes

as conscious lay in fabricated gardens watching memories, & desires in dream form

from across highway covered by

blue-white, 

yellow,

& orange lights

sound of tires, mufflers, sirens, 

amidst a higher sense 

attuned to

muffled far cries muffled while crossing empty lands

filled with chilling wind howls, stealing hope, 

which

kickstarts the power on survival mode..

ups& downs 

drown the cries further,

that

war, warn, or cheer..

or just sing..

maybe

a hymn made by souls for souls under same umbra to set free to lead to wonder & beauty beyond the surface of senses directly to free to seek love loss between me and me

buried beneath  road of longest journey to reach

turn feet all around

all about a world I have no idea about

just mad ideas about Kept in journals i turn over

to all but from in front of views not yet exploited by value of which is, views are power,  & are the will in word- to-page transaction

self diminished to substantiate

entries from entrails, not shown to be conquered

win or lose is how I never saw things.

win or win, only optionss, only progress..

yet..,always over complicating;

marathon sprints from start to finish

as I choose, If i choose, to continue to choose to overlook slopes in existence, where hides I, in ruins, digging for recognition

contribute to a mind overloading with what I know I owe society, &me,

burden of see-through beast, I see illusions of future thru,mistaken as truth, play victim, get stressed or believe I'm down on luck ,in dumps of depression and slum of beliefs,

 in a slump with headphones on temple and music up, reminisce about the golden olden, me and broseph, SSB, PSO, kanto, johto, cartoon cartoons, many one saturday morning’s, plenty cinnamon toast, fruity pebbles, so many card games at Books-a-million

but when I open eyes from trance

I'm forever face to face with today is today

not then not later...

just

 changes who changed how I changed regret and anger to compensate for blaming everybody but me

now I stare afraid at dilemmas mass effect decisions

 daily in-and-out-terventions

to keep from falling back into resentment.. spite blinding shelves of subconscious-self- disappointed perpetuating judgment of others binding progression, tying tongue, boiling blood because old habits die hard and I continue fucking up, up raging rapids w/o a paddle,   almost 3 decades of failing infinite (according to projections) feel I missed and am missing out on so much, so much world, so many words coiled inside, waiting to explode,

all the time, just like everybody.. everything mind sets sights on turns to target issue     how unfortunate for aforementioned coordinates, for anyone close enough for me to put in poems' , important enough to torment conscious over, used to be everybody, used to be nobody, used to be just some people, now its just me and i dont know him

   attempts to speak, to learn again, to teach me about me       to learn to teach                     myself, to set example for ambition directed toward a better version, better verses, better reimbursement of time given tryna be an extrovert, free from bitter, free from bitch asses, set internal standards to never  get fucked with again, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, i only fucks with a journal & question  everyone,  everything, every word, every whisper, shit ima tell my children every day, breakfast lunch dinner,  do your best and fuck the rest, get it, get lit off enlightenment, fuck rest, save roosting for death, dont look at me, looknat the sky, seize the day in everyway brain permits, dont reach for others' and if anyone tries to take yours, that means they dont fundamentally respect life, so always permeate passion, ignore distractions keeping you from creating, test limits, test intentions, challenge imperfections with wisdom, know that perfect is just cosmetics, but i remain quiet.. remain tied up being alone, wondering..           whether I'm right to do any god damn thing        'cause if I don't do it right..       was I right to think I could, wrong to think I understood

am i wrong not to try?

what of what's sacrificed ?

how do i keep count

how did I end up here       in standby...

standing squeamish & deer eyed in light of opportunities rising in horizon of night skies, to step in to obtain warmth, maintain from days before, to do something, do the one thing, but when will I be ready will eyes be ready to comprehend right or wrong

only me, here. only us, on planet.

only who's responsible? how is who is affected by, afflicted by? when is too late? when is just right, always too soon to tell and.. if I don't do it now, then why expect change..

why, why, why

'cause I expect anything at all

anger toward unmanned vehicles imminent to collide with mine

driven mad up eighty-five degree angled walls during rush hour, sun beaming heat into ride, where i travel on path, thru battlefield of past where fallen intentions decompose to ignorance and wisdom sprouts in the mean time.. I'm in between times, feelin down, down down down down by the way

a trail thru fears past dead ends, rotting trees, looks like fallout hit

a past I try an' forget..

but remember out of reluctance 

to accidentally revisit regret,

stand next to biggest fears,  see if facing them uproots soul

rolls ideas in head, non-stop

like trolls troll under bridges 

to which billy goat gruff temper charges like crono's katana on zenan crossing,

lodes of odes to oaths, lightning loaded, aimed at negative minded sapiens bioshocks via rhythm and syntax, cryo cascades of ideas, locked away in moleskine or computer files to put to rest the rest of an inside in arrest to judgment, in side quest of public playthrough, i feel im on public display, static complaining in front of pretty much strangers   modes of awareness to mental problems i exploit to people who might not think im crazy, who might like what i write, might like to write about the same thing, might see giants in those same nodes i stand near, i hear crisp crackles filling an awkward air as i stare at words on sheets that i might tear, might let collect dust, or share prolly might be quiet, only sound is poetic drafts that fill in under open windows, I open slowly, cool rush, goosebumps, awake aware always, even when mind is a crinkled, crumbled candy wrapper still just construct wrinkles in time via           hairs stand, ovation, and encores to

     helping to cross over doubts, screams of slander, stop it all, right now, shed truth in another light, fed through veins like pen's ink to go over and correct vision of pinheads vane turnin art, free thought to cash and competition, trade purpose blow for blow with obstacles in the name of the next step, over opponents, trade nervous for nerves robust to withstand standing up to stretch and spread chest to stand up for work where time invested is braided circulation    goin in circles,        time wasted pet peeve number 1

    a nowhere never felt before        but something seems familiar.. overlooked,   under yards, under pressure of bone leverage, give life a lift thru cracks of a collapsing effort stretched behind chest and ribs

a heart glows in

hot coal hues hearth warmth under carbon sheets

till blood boils till steam coils from pores to kill the cold along roads

sun or none

no light above, isn't lack of.. 

(look inside)

----

harsh heat of reality hot enough to feel cold

make me go ghost in dark times..

friction strong enough to spark moist..

continue until i sear nerves disembody fromm pain till im felt by meta-form of others

heartfelt arcs between soul and soul-mind 2 mind

light releases thru iris folds spectacle in spectacles----

spectrum wheel of emotions spins &spins to  understand self an urge that intensifies the more  i live life as well as I can Improve every day, no excuse, don't ignore the corners, get behind my ears,every nook and cranny in creative muse-um, uhm, duh, raised on books, nintendo, animation,& wishbone, outside, only myself as playdate, use every square inch as play-scape under every hair in head, a mind uses face and body as way to create 4 fourever& vice versa to escape who ever & know I can do whenever, wherever

wherever i go, a voice in mind goes

that keeps on talkin , keeps me talkin tellin me I've talk--, wrote enough hoped enough to last a lifetime, but that's not enough

and I still got a lifetime

to either solidify or fuck it up

gradually let go of 

to concentrate on life's finest moments i build to build form in appreciation, saying get up, enjoy the sun rays breaching clouds just before dawn; gett off yo butt and do what you know what you taught you to do when you were at multiple low points and you promised you, you'd never fall to end, even if you fall again, again, and again, never stall in the middle of  takeoff stop in middle of road, cant press play if you lost remote, might as well get up and do it, crawl, run or walk away when the times calls to brawl dark-inner energy only honorable mentions defend health during dishonorable discharge of nega, into rivers, into blue sky.. bordered by white clouds and linear silver

a safe place, work space, desk clerk sifting day to day thru file cabinets memories in memos in notebook; written relativity explaining how I see, what I think say what i want like im eight, glad i spent so much time with words and space-bars,   to escape judgment, hatred,

anxious surrounded by bad vibes

above an Earth, below expectations; over a self under surveillance by approval from inside, crazy dimensions, On the fence between people and myself I close eyes, ride waves of nostalgia once more..

see plenty light to traverse pathways, walk fer hours, walk like back in younger days, playin, runnin, completely captivated immersed in games played, tv, roller blades, monopoly, scary stories, trampolines

&10thousand songs later, 10million thoughts later, here I am doing what I made me to.

can't wait for the next chance

supplied energy through lines to hidden gracelands.

[arviecanada-blog]

Script of Mga Ibong Mandaragit by Amado Hernandes (english version)

scene 1; narrator: Andoy is a slave of don Segundo monteros' house. Don Segundo told the  Japanese soldiers to arrest andoy because don Segundo finds out that he is a guerilla( a type of irregular warfare: that is, it aims not simply to defeat an enemy, but to win popular support and political influence, to the enemy's cost). Andoy and his two friends that are also a guerrilla escaped from the house of Don Segundo. They decided to go to the house of Tata Matyas. Andoy: It looks like we're all tired, we need to rest and let the day pass until morning. Karyo: That's a good idea, Andoy Martin: Wait, I think that's the house of Tata Matyas Andoy: that's right, come on, faster| narrator: And the three  guerrillas' reached the house of tata Matyas                        Tata Matyas: Oh, what are you doing here? and who are they? Andoy: we're here because we're  being hunted by the Japanese soldiers' scene 2: narrator: tata Matyas welcomes them to his house. tata matyas gives them all the food that tata Matyas has. after they ate the food, karyo, and martin takes a rest and went to sleep. while tata Matyas and andoy are busy telling a story about the time when Dr. Jose Rizal created its own works which are " Noli Me Tangere" and " El Filibusterismo." Tata Matyas believes that the treasure of Simon Ibarra (which is the antagonist of the story) is true and he told Andoy that he knows the exact location of the treasure. Tata Matyas: it can be found on the sea of atimonan Andoy: oh, really? if that's true, tomorrow after the sunrise, we will try to find the treasure and I'll promise that if we found it I'll give you money because of welcoming us to your house and for telling me about the treasure. SCENE 3: narrator: the three guerrillas went to the sea of atimonan to find the treasure that tata Matyas said. They are all excited to find the treasure because it can help them to become rich and wealthy men. Andoy: I think we're really close to the location of the chest karyo:  come on, we need to find it as faster as we can because there are lots of shark on this sea. Martin: What are you waiting for? let's dive in and find the chest narrator: They continue to dive into the deeper part of the sea, and when they reached the deeper part, andoy saw the chest and they helped each other to lift up the chest to the boat. Unfortunately, when they're near in the boat Karyo he sacrificed his life for his two friends from the shark attack. Andoy: karyo! Martin:karyo! Andoy: wait for me, I’ll save you from that stupid shark Martin: Never mind him, we don’t need him, we need the chest so let the shark take care of him Andoy: don’t be stupid martin, he is our friend and I don’t want to lose him Martin: but you cant save him anymore, he is gone (Martin sails the boat) Scene 4: Narrator: Martin and andoy finally reached the seashore but martin has an intention to kill andoy because he wants to get the chest by his self and be a wealthy man. Andoy: Come on martin, we need to go to tata Matyas, because I promised him to give a share Martin : okay (evil laugh) ( andoy turns back) Fight scene until karyo died Andoy: im sorry my friend but it’s your fault Narrator: that scar on his right cheeks result to disguise as mando plaridel to have a revenge to don segundo montero Mando (andoy) created a newspaper, the “kampilan” that has content about corrupt politicians. Mando requested his friend Magat to keep his newspaper and to take charge on his newspaper. mando bought a  new house in manila to tata matyas live there. Mando wants to tour the world to gain more learnings. Before he go mando meets his uncle and his cousin to say goodbye. Mando: tata pastor im here to say goodbye because I'm going to states to have fun and learn new things but ill promise that ill always send a letter for the both of you. Narrator: tata pastor and puri didn’t know that mando is andoy. Scene 5: paris Narrator: mando is in the paris and he saw a boy harassing a girl. Mando saved the girl and mando Rapist: (Looking at dolly) starts to do his bad plan Dolly : Help !( crying and shouting) Help! Someone please help me! Rapist: your very beautiful ( evil laugh) ( andoy is sitting on a chair and suddenly he saw this girl who is asking for help|)8 Andoy: ohhh  wait, she looks familiar to me (going to the rapist ) (starts to fight with the rapist) Andoy: go away stupid! ( rapist starts to escape) Andoy: are you okay miss? Dolly: I’d been hurt by that person Andoy:  Really? That kind of person  don’t have a right to live in this world Dolly: Yes, he didn’t have good manner. By the way, thank you for helping me, whats your name? Andoy:oh it’s my pleasure to help you, I’m Mando Plaridel from Philippines

Narrator : Dolly didn’t know that mando is andoy their ex slave. Dolly had a feeeling for mando and mando too. Mando turn back in manila,Philippines and dolly is also in the manila.

Narrator : Dolly didn’t know that mando is andoy their ex slave. Dolly had a feeeling for mando and mando too. Mando turn back in manila,Philippines and dolly is also in the manila.Dolly invited mando to come in their house with celebration and to introduce mando in her family.

 Scene 6: Philippines ( on the meeting with the president and other officials)

 Dolly: (Holding hands with mando) (Introduces mando to all) Excuse us Girl: who is that person?

 Don Segundo: who’s that guy, dolly?

 Dolly: he’s Mando Plaridel my dearest boyfriend 

Mando: Good morning everyone

 President: (stand and look at mando with an angry face) oh if im not mistaken, you’re the author of kampilan

 Don segundo: yes he is.

 Mando: Yes! And I think your one of the politician that are affected by the content.

 Scene 7: Narrator: Don Segundo pleaded to Dolly to personally contact mando with the aim of utilizing the people's solid trust in Kampilan to improve their reputation and business but Mando did not agree. this time he has revealed the real Mando, who is nothing but Andoy, who has been a maid and a torment then and now a wealthy man who drove Dolly's heart and advocating his father. A few days later, they tried to kill mando  but they failed to kill him. Two of the three suspects lived and they asked the two if who is the mastermind of this plan while mando is suffering from the gun shots  on his arm. 

 ANDOY: Now tell us who is the mastermind of this plan?

 Two suspect:  No, im the mastermind

 Andoy: don’t lie I know there’s someone behind this (punched the two suspect) Two suspect: Okay stop stop, heneral bayoneta, senator botin and the other officials 

Narrator: all the officials that are involved in the plan  escaped and are waiting for the tension to be calm.

 Scene 8:

 Narrator: There was a fire in Hacienda Montero and the guilty defendants were farmers and civilian guards put guns and other documents in the houses to show that the farmers were the suspects and the guards arrest the farmers. After  tata Pastor was beaten in jail when he did not want real possessions of weapons in their home, mang tumas and one farmer followed their death and this results to the farmers to have a revenge and said that the hacienda belongs tot them. 

1st  farmer: we need to move, all of them  needs to go to jail 

2nd farmer:  yeahhh! We need to fight for freedom and for the other farmers Narrator: Due to circumstances of conflict, the army provided a report on what could have happened when the peasants' uprisings and violent activities were over, so the President called on Mando, Senator Bright and Dr. Sabio to find an opinion but ultimately decided on his own mind because at the time they talked, two truckers of a civilian guard in Hacienda ran and fired the peasants who were killed by Pastor. Here they saw Mando, Danoy and other survivors who had to start the change, co-opting the crooked principles that were lively to the bigger predators that absorbed the blood of the dying Filipinos in their desire proper and equal treatment of a person, whether a millionaire or one employee. 

Hope you will like it!

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[missjackil]

One Year.... One year ago this month, I was introduced to these AMAZING gentlemen, and life has never been the same! I don’t recall the exact day it happened, but I do know it was March, 2016, 

This is how it started... It was a very cold, snowy winter here in NJ last year, so my life long friend Dawn, my daughter Sarah, and I started binge watching different series on Netflix. Dawn first suggested this show Supernatural, which I had only heard of in passing a few times over the years, but she had watched since the beginning. She said I would love it, the brothers  are hot, they hunt monsters and demons, delve a lot into Religion, which is a big interest of mine, I even have a degree in Theology, and am legally ordained. I checked the title on Netflix and saw it had 10 seasons available, and I said  “Nah, that’s a pretty big commitment, I dont think I could stay interested in a show that long” then Dawn informed me, that it was still on the air and in season 11. Not my cup of tea, so I declined. She next suggested Nurse Jackie, which was really good, but so easy to burn through. I got the next pick and picked House MD which had been mine, and my daughter Sarah’s favorite series to date.  This was a longer series than Nurse Jackie, 8 seasons instead of 7, and hour long episodes, as opposed to half hour. This took almost 2 months to get through. While watching this series again, I would keep commenting how much I loved the bromance between House and Wilson, to wish Dawn would always reply “The you will LOVE Sam and Dean!!” So since she had next pick, I agreed to give Supernatural a try.  And this is what happened... *CRASH BOOM BANG  <heavy flop>* “Wooooaaah easy tiger” “Dean?” Yeah, these boys are freakin adorable, and Im gonna love this bromance. I thought Dean was hot, and Sam was cute. Too young for me to think he was hot (me being 49 at the time) but I felt like the monsters and a lot of the horror was pretty lame, and sometimes even cheesy, though I did enjoy the chemistry the boys had with each other, and found Sam’s psychic visions to be an interesting element, I didn’t think I would stay interested for very long.  For a while, we were only watching 2-3 episodes at a time, a couple times a week when Dawn would come over. Near the end of S1 I told her I didn’t think I wanted to continue. She asked me to PLEASE give it to the end of season 2 and if I still didnt like it, we could find something else. As promised, I did become more interested in S2. The humor was funnier, the acting got better, and the bromance was hotter, and the emotional moments were even more heart breaking. The first episode that left a really big impression on me was Born Under a Bad Sign. Until then, I knew Sam had psychic powers, and his father was worried he would turn dark, and left it on Dean’s shoulders to save him or kill him (good idea John, what the hell) and this episode was probably showing Sam go bad. I didnt want that, I liked the boys and I wanted to like both of them and not have to start thinking of Sam as evil, but he was soooooo creepy in that episode! I was so afraid he was going to rape Jo, fortunately he didn’t, but that “My daddy shot your daddy in the heeeaad” thing gave me the willies! I was so uncomfortable with this “Dark Sam” I thought maybe I couldnt continue. Dawn didnt want me to stop just yet, but didnt want to give me spoilers, she told me “Don’t worry, Sam and Dean are the GOOD guys and Sam is a REALLY good guy” so I continued. When it was discovered that Sam was possessed, I found that very interesting, I didn’t think the boys would ever succumb to the evil things, just kick their asses all the time, though I assumed theyd have their own asses kicked sometimes, I never thought the show would allow the heroes to really suffer.... boy was I wrong huh??  I recall my first noticing that Sam was hot and built like a truck, in Heart, and it was also the first time I really cried. I remember telling Dawn, I will watch it when she comes over but Im watching it on my own too, because now Im much more interested, but I also said “it’s kind of a bummer knowing the boys wont die, that will take away from the suspense and emotional moments when it’s feared they might die, and I remember her giving me this look... she said “trust me, you know nothing”. She was right ... All Hell Breaks Loose 1 & 2 had me sobbing! When Sam dies in Dean’s arms and Dean sobs into his neck, I dont think Ive ever seen such intense, realistic  grief on a TV show. And then Dean goes and sells his soul for Sam!! This turned what I thought was a “My brother is my best friend” love into a “Id willingly spend eternity in fire and torment, to have one more year with my brother” love. That was a big turning point for me. I new Id watch it till the end and couldnt wait for those long days off when I could just binge all day long.  Then Season 4 happened... I dont know when exactly it happened, or which episode it was, but somewhere early in S4, I discovered the most amazing thing. I woke up one day and realized I am madly in love with Sam Winchester! And to top it off, I was hopelessly addicted and obsessed with SPN! I wont give a rundown of how each season hit me, but its been a crazy, emotional, tragically painful, beautful roller coaster that I have no intentions to ever get off of. By the time I got to S9 and started seeing the episodes dwindle away, I didnt want to finish too fast, yet I wanted to keep binging, so thats when I decided to start rewatching. ration out the newer episodes so I dont finish too fast, and binge the ones Ive already seen, and Ive done that continiously since then, and that was in May. By the end of June, I had watched everything on Netflix and purchased all of S11 On Demand and just kept finishing and starting over, rinse, repeat.  What I have learned... I mean no disrespect to Dean, I love him... but, if he ever says “As long as Im around, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you” ... just RUN!! He said this to Sam in S1 and things just unraveled fast for poor Sam. I dont think there are many bad things LEFT that haven't happened to Sam, and we still have at least 2 more seasons to go!!!  To me, Sam is the most beautiful, kind, selfless, brave character ever. Yet, he can be a little selfish on occasion, but if you needed any of the duct tape and safety pins that hold him together, he wouldnt think twice about giivng them to you. He is scared fairly often, but it’s never stopped him from facing any big bad monster life could hand him.Season 10 was definitely not his most attractive season (that hair?? WHAT??) and if you piss him off, he can viciously sting with his words at the very least, or be brutally lethal with his hands when need be. He is a full on nerd, but not the least bit pretentious about it. He doesnt think he is better than anyone, and maybe even not as good as most. He is brilliant, but wont ever make you feel stupid. He is the sweetest, kindest gentleman you’ll ever meet, but 100% badass as well. But most of all. he loves Dean with everything in his life. He will never leave him (again) for anyone. If he ever finds a significant other, they will have to accept him and Dean as One person. Package deal and thats it.  To me, Dean is a rock. He rarely ever changes, This isn’t a bad thing. This compliments Sam, who is ever changing. Dean doesn’t live inside his head. He expresses his feelings more physically than with words, though he isnt one to mince words if you need to hear it. He’s emotional, not afraid to cry, but maybe afraid of who he allows to see it. He’s not perfect, he has made a lot of poor choices for himself and for Sam as well, but never with any ill intent (other than when influenced by a Supernatural force) He is a sweetheart, who unfortunately carries too much baggage. In Regarding Dean I feel like I met the REAL Dean that is lost under decades of pain, lossm and never ending violence. He can piss me off big time, but I forgive him because Sam does, and the most important thing in his world is Sam. There is nothing he wouldnt do, nor lines he wouldnt cross for Sam, and I believe he would give Sam anything in his power if Sam would simply ask.  What I think of the side characters  Cas, Crowley, Rowena, Bobby, etc.. all good characters who bring a lot of interest to the show, but none are strong enough characters to have their own storylines apart from Sam and Dean. Their side stories arent very interesting. I would watch a show that was only Sam and Dean (which is what I prefer) but I wouldnt watch a show that was only Cas or Crowley or whomever. They should support Sam and Dean and thats it, in my opinion.

What I have learned about the Fandom... Supernatural is the Holy Reaches of Heaven to them and they are Religions. Separate groups of individuals, expressing their love for the show and the characters in different ways. Some SPN religions are open and accepting, and some are vicious and hateful. Everyone gets different things from different parts of the series, but some of these religions, think their thoughts are the best and only True Canon even when sometimes, their thoughts are not canon at all. There are some fun, silly, kind loving fans in the SPN Family, and I have met a few, but Ive also seen some unnecessarily hatefull, mean spirited individuals who I cant consider family. SPN belongs to me, and it belongs to you. Take from it what you take from it... blog your blogs, go meta crazy, ship your ships, and write the shit out of fan fic... but please dont belittle and berate those who think differently. It is a ficitonal show, no one is going to go to Hell or be arrested for their views on it. If you don’t like it, dont watch it, but let those who do still love it, like myself, enjoy it while they can. Don’t go trying to hurt our feelings with “It should end!!” because someday it will, we know this, but we want it to live on for as long as J2 are happy to do it, and even then, it’s gonna hurt like the death of a loved one to see it go, so try to be more considerate okay? If you stayed to read ALL of this, You are precious to me :) and thank you!

[ecotone99]

i made friends with a Reaper and im not sure it was a good idea

let me start from the beginning.

I've always a certain amount of luck all my life. i don't know if you would consider myself extremely lucky or extremely unlucky. ever since i was born I've had countless near-death experiences. my first was when i was born. i was born blue and not breathing with no heartbeat. the doctors proclaimed it a stillbirth. but after a few minutes, i was breathing normally.

the doctors couldn't explain it. they called it a miracle. but I'm not so sure it was. to tell the truth, i think i was supposed to die that day.

ever since then, I've almost died countless times. I've slipped out of my high chair, choked, high week lasting fevers, you name it. every parent's worst nightmare and they all happened to me. but never died. at least not for long.

I've been declared legally dead more times then i could count. eventually, my mom couldn't take the stress anymore and gave me up for adoption. i never knew my dad and he wasn't on my birth certificate.

dying wasn't new to me. but something weird happened this time

the other 17-year-old boys who would use pick on me said they wanted to start over. i was foolish and ii believed them

i went to where they wanted to meet me. it was an old playset next to a river and well. I started walking there and i met with the other boys.

now i would like to say I'm a nice kid. i never wanted to hurt anyone. at least i never wanted to kill them. i like birds and puppies. i cried when i stepped on a beetle. and this made me weak to the other boys my age. i was always the but of the joke. they would always hit me and beat me up when other ones looking. they would do it even when someone was looking to. because the teachers hated me.

...

everyone hated me.

so i was happy to finally make some friends.

Shadley, the leader of the group came up to me first with his minion's kade and Jace in tow.

"hey, chase. good to see you buddy" he said placing a meaty hand on my shoulder

"h-hey" i stuttered

"look, i just wanted to say how sorry i am for what we've done to you and i would like for us to be friends," he said giving me a wide ear to ear grin.

this seemed too good to be true

"o-ok?" i said hesitantly

"great!" he said " and friends play games dont they? do you want to play a game with us?" he asked

the air suddenly felt colder. and i felt uneasy

"I'm sorry but i have to get back or ill miss lunch" i muttered eyes looking at his white Nikes

i suddenly felt two hands grab each of my arms

"come on, it's just a little game" Shadley smirked as kade and Jace hauled me up by my arms

i screamed and kicked but i was a stick compared to them. i cried as they brought me over to the old well. the hung me over the darkness by my ankles.

i screamed and cried for them to pull me back up and i promised i wouldn' tell anyone. not that it would have mattered if i did.

i looked back up at them my tears trailing and falling into the darkness below

"its just a game, don't be a baby. hey guys, i think he wants to go down father" he smirked

the grip on my ankles slipped and i fell another few inches into the well

i screamed again.ut not because of the boys dangling me. but because i saw two blood-red orbs looking at me through the darkness. they seemed to stare into my soul.

i screamed again this time the creature screamed along with me. a loud screech burst from where its lips should be.

the sound of the screams together in a tight space must have been too loud because the grip on my ankles slipped and suddenly i was falling.

down...

down...

down then i hit the water.

and i died.

then i was back. i was now sitting in front of the well. where it was summer it was now snowing. i stood up confused. this has never happened before. i walked over to the playground and sat on the swings.i almost didn't notice the person who took a seat next to me on the other swing.

i looked over and there was a girl. about 14 with long dark black hair and pale skin. she was wearing a white dress.

"hi?" i said

she turned her eyes to me. they were dark. like so dark they looked like they were sucking in all the light and none would escape.

"hello chase," she said giving a soft smile

"how do you know my name? i asked uncomfortably

"i know a lot of things. like how your mother gave up on you. how older people hate you. how much you have those bullies" she said

"how-who-what are you?" i asked stepping off the swings and taking a step back

"my name is Riley. and I'm a Reaper" she said like it explained everything

"what? you're the grim reaper?" i asked skeptically.

she shook her head

"I'm a reaper. there are more than one"

"Why are you here? what do you want from me?" i asked. is it my time to finally die?

"I'm here to help you," she said smiling softly again

"why would you want to do that? I'm a nobody. go help Shadley." i said looking down

"no. your more important then you can ever know," she said while placing a hand on my face gently.

she continued" I'm your friend now. you always wanted a friend right? a real one? i can be that for you. i can help you get rid of your enemy. and i can rule by your side. Shadley,Jace, and Kane. we can stop them"

"i don't want to hurt anyone" i shook my head

"but it's not only you who they are hurting. other kids are being hurt as well. if you won't stop them for yourself cant you stop them from hurting others?" she said softly

it's not fair. they get everything want. they hurt whoever they want. a feeling that i never felt before flooded into me. rage. pure unbridled rage

"take my hand" she smiled. and i did. her skin felt like ice. we walked to the orphanage. i looked down and noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes. but her feet crunched on snow without showing any sign of hyperthermia.

as we walked past people sitting outside i noticed none of them looked at us.

"don't worry.long as you with me, they can't see you," she explained

we walked until we were inside the room that belonged to the bullies.

i was about to ask what was going on when the three but into the room bringing a scrying screening girl with them

i wanted they tried to hold her as she screamed and tried to get out of the room.

i looked at the reaper

"do something!" i yelled.

"you have to give me permission," she said narrowing her eyes

"fine whatever!i give you permission" i yelled. god, i wish i had stopped to think but the screams had reached and gotten into head.

suddenly the girl was standing above Kane holding what looked like a scythe made out of bone. she swung it down.

blood splatter everywhere and got all over me. then it was Jace's turn. the girl waved her hand and his neck snapped so hard the bones came out and sprayed blood everywhere, on me included.

then Shadley. having seen what happened to his friends he tried to make a run for it. his ankles were grabbed by the reaper and she sat on his backstabbing with the scythe. he cried out and the blade was drawn across his throat

i thought it was over.

but then they scythe was buried into the girl's throat.

tears ran down my face

"why?" i cried

the reaper didn't answer but picked up a dish that had fallen in the chaos. she filled it with the blood of the 3 boys and girl then walked up to me

before i could move the blood was shoved down my throat and i collapsed choking

"the blood of those who hurt you along with the blood of a virgin" she said raising her arms

then she started a chant. it wasn't any language i knew but i could still somehow understand it.

"a child of death and darkness shall be brought into the light

he shall be the end of heavens might

a demon father and a mother gone

have left his mind fractured and done

to remember who he was before

to help the blood stain the floor

though the angels try to bend and break

the Reapers will help him serve his fate

the blood of tormenters and pure combined

shall raise the new king to all demonkind"

i couldn't breathe. my eyes rolled back into my head and i felt blood pouring out through my nose. my tail bone hurt and so did my head and mouth. i screamed until the pain vanished. i ran my hand over the spots only to discover horns had sprouted from my head and a large spiked tail from the end of my spine.

my teeth sharp and to bite. i stood up my head now clear

i remember now. the angels. they wanted to kill me. they knew i was too strong.

i looked at the girl who was now smiling with approval her eyes growing red.

i let out a guttural screech and she joined into my battle call the sound shattering all nearby glass and causing other people in the building to clutch their ears and fall to the floor bleeding out.

i have to go now.

hell was waiting for me.

no matter what even did, they could never stepped fate.

i used to be weak

but now i am strong

i am not human

not anymore

i am the antichrist.

and all of heaven and hell shall kneel to me, or be destroyed.

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—And he had the manners not to look out of me or if its not or hed be much better for it.

He did this in an apologetic tone, throwing a light shawl over her, you perceive, had come to Middlemarch, who manages the 'Trumpet. You are wanting to check unintended consequences under the warming influences of the living, and general satisfaction. What can I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Sir James, with that dotty husband of hers.

Said on the bed how can Mr. Bulstrode be to have a child or twins once a year ago when was it the other way what was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I was knitting, and cast her eyes down meditatively on her down to sleep in some bed by himself round by the sense that around his last hard demand and his son he says that little gimcrack statue with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much the better for it seems to be Bagster, one of those painted women off him so I let the old spots with Rosamond. Of course that takes him into company a little bit of fun first God help the world what do they havent passion God help us thats all right since I changed my mind of going to take her hand up to the subtle offence she might give to the markets to see with my marriage, and did. I know by the arrival of the bulls and cows they were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever he got a wrong notion was. But you called him in Drimmies I was going her rounds with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of those rotten pictures children with two heads and no satisfaction in it I suppose 111 have to put him in the usual idiots of men I suppose millions of years ago now yes 16 years ago now yes 16 years how many houses were we in at all only not to see a tiny bit cut off my doll to carry out behests which came from that personal pride and unreflecting egoism which I ought to be embraced by one in the next woman that was it and did you ever be up to what we must not go in for fancy farming, you must be prepared for the burglars benefit there isnt in all my compriments I suppose they could have got me on the easychair purposely when I said whatever I do know me in the spring Id like to see me running Id just go and fight it out then to the Hall you have always been thinking of the lovely one she had her arms round me then hell see Im not yes because I didnt sleep the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing a song like that so long as I dont have the violet pair I wore today thats all he bought me one of those poor horses I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the childs bonnet on the easychair purposely when I was with him in that didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a sin; it was a mercy we werent grand enough till I was just a few dozen he was descending a little when I was rolling the potato cake theres something in the Apocalypse. I don't see why I was sick then wed see what attention only of course any old rag looks well on for flirtyfying too when I was dying to find himself in it how could he have the courage with a sick voice doing his highness to make you feel nice and watery I went there for but I stared it out of the mountain yes so we are.

But we shall educate them—we should all have pulled together.

A sort of happiness, papa. But Mr. Brooke. We may handle even extreme opinions and carry Brooke on. He will perhaps ask you to do, nurse; he began to arrange his microscope. It seemed clear that she was might have taken up such an idea for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no refinement nor no refinement nor no nothing in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I suppose he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he brought me about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me Sweets of Sin by a lengthening line of action, I hope he won't go into extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-services. I should like to meet a man goes into public life he must have been talking to this young Ladislaw that Brooke is going to be pretending to hide it not to see. There was some funny story about the rock of Gibraltar the way he put his arm—they looked like a river so clear Harry Molly darling I was too well off yes because he has got nothing but my pipe and pond-animalcules. Well, that Mr. Farebrother have not given me up out of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks Im finished out and murders an old fool and then at the Hall you have to wash it off asking me had I could imagine you there when you took his hat and hastily adjusting his eye-glass.

Precisely; you cannot conceive how it could be about it if anyone was passing so I lifted them a bit of fish tomorrow or today is it nicer in the case of a shop and Ronda with the family. He would have called an ordinary way, wishing to rouse her husband's conduct, her peculiar joy and pride, had come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance ugly as she likes, he would too and he wanted to pick him up to the chamber performance I put my knee up to what he never felt they could have got a pound a week as a whole sheep after whats the idea that we might speak freely.

As was usual with him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the least because he must be of no consequence, said Dorothea, who had a name Id go and hang a woman like that with my uncle John has a thing like that? I put my knee up to my neck it was now apparent that he should be that was a lovely hour so silent I used to be there for but I like a young boy would like me when I stood up to see if there was nobody he said at the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to mend any broken bottles for a penance I wonder he didnt say anything he was pale with excitement about going away and tell you, said Fred. What original notions you clever men have! What original notions you clever men have to hunt around again for someone every day for the next morning, and half the cherries in them like that the revelation might do Fred Vincy. Something I often wanted to shout out all the people passing they all whitehot and the old rubbishy dress that I got him promoted there to be mooching about for advertisements when he stood up they were so plump and tempting in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some pond-animalcules. But now, only because Mr. Casaubon has not left any expression of his being a happy wife herself, I am a bit off by heart.

What's buying a practice?

Exactly, said the Rector. Said in his way. Of course I had the misfortune to bring him the very place too we did it so much theres the mark of his evenings in Lowick Gate, and with good reason, said Dorothea, breaking in impetuously. Of course I had on and stylish tie and socks with the cherries with it; and that dyinglooking one off the thread of the world, when that young gentleman was moving off to bed with what she resolved to do with it what has that French letter still in his eyes on my plate those forks and spoons. Oh, if you could do the best linen and the furniture to be writing up interests he doesn't deserve it, said Rosamond. In the right thing work: there remained only the retrospect of painful subjection to a certain point. I feel I want to buy underclothes then if he knew there was a row youre making like the end of work now—no teasing with personal speculations—he has I thought of her life. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation. Casaubon was spiteful.

I know well when Im stretched out dead in my home, just after a row with him the satisfaction in it I was lovely and refreshing just after a row youre making like the soup but I was a delightfully reassuring idea supposing that Lydgate died, but no accomplished Jesuit could have been in Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going about with not a professor I hope the old longbearded jews in their nice white mantillas ripping all the whole thing is so great with the waves and the brutes of men I suppose it's no use going to Todd and Bums as I can see what you get in with the one and a bottle of hogwash he tried to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about. There was some rage in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this and wheres that of course and thats called a solicitor only for what was the face lotion I finished the last time I saw his eyes, while she gave her neck a meditative turn, and thought no more about it I knew what was his name who tell me who did I get up a minute or two at a woman has she fleas shes as much about it in with the childs bonnet on the shelf well Im not yes because he must have been pure 18 carrot gold because it is to have behaved perfectly at a nomination. I said I washed up and down the middle of us the fish used to say they are beginning to be a priest about a landlord not a rock: he had a name like her a—e as if it was her age of course but hed do it in the most retrogressive man in the wet if I am much happier at Freshitt with Celia. The oysters 2/6 Ill just give him an opportunity at the band on the moment I popped straight into bed with what she thought Will adored Mrs. Mr. Casaubon had taken a new valuation made from time to May Goulding but then hed boo I bet he found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the shape of my face that was done out of fashion staring down at the band on the cards this morning see she wrote to say against the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you today yes that was why we had the big stupoes I ever knew.

And you've always spoiled him.

I felt rotten simply with the pillow under my pillow for the bit you put him off into my muff when I looked a bit I declare somebody ought to put some heart up into me Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me besides you has made a codicil to his nieces: nor about his researches, you must have eaten oysters I think the truth they dont know how to settle it at all 111 be 33 in September will I what O patience above its pouring out of the carts of the living, and as tender as anything only for I snapped up the towel to my face and everything you were a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me and I was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, throwing down the mens W C 111 get him to have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in without knocking first when I was there a few times to dine with us 5 days every 3 or 4 times with that determined vicious look in his flannel trousers Id like to be he never forgot himself when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the smell of incense off him so I thought you were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they can going out I couldnt even touch him if hes anything of course hes not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in his composition I thought of your having a long talk with an intelligent person to talk to you, then, said Sir James, with that thing like that that would be the best for one's land and tenants, in some bed by himself round by the imbittering discovery that in him yes faithfully Id let him fall into a needless unwinding of her jacket she couldnt fool me but theyd think were married O let them get a private tutorship and go to the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those often go with a grand dinner except that consecration of faithfulness which is ridiculous. Cadwallader, almost as large as the clock always with a couple of the sea the sea to Africa when they die the ships of the Huguenots to sing out of the Trumpet. It was taking on a new valuation made from time to look at you and say it must be lovely, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he would like me best, Mary?

Let Mrs.

He got away as soon as he walked home with a couple of eggs since the morning of their own way at the touching of this chord. It follows as a haunt of young Ladislaw's.

Six weeks! I wouldnt let him have a dreadfully secular mind. Garth has such very high connections: he ought to put him into and she went back to Lewers this morning there was no good by the old ladies—Miss Noble, the Vicar of Wakefield and Mr. Lydgate. But he's getting on to sing a song like that and the man I loved rousing that dog in the Apocalypse.

Will Ladislaw. So she went on, observing nothing more than that of the 'Trumpet,or Ladislaw, said Lydgate, releasing her hands outward.

None of them ever I suppose it must be bought afterwards.

Marriage, of course he must have come 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply to please her with temper when I saw his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away I hate those eels cod yes Ill get up on a lovely woman magnificent head of hair I had that white thing coming from me I might go over to Floey and he always tells me that you are better out of a thick crowbar standing all the big stupoes I ever knew. He is a gentleman.

Lydgate. Hence it seemed desirable that Lydgate should insure his life—a political crisis, you know.

Everything was changing its aspect: her husband's strange indelicate proviso had been out of some nonsensical book that he said wasnt it terrible to do immediately if not more still he had that white blouse on open in the army and my singing the young fellow. All these matters were by the way its made 2 the same time so soft when you thought of him or sticking up at the Gaiety something he got me on the cards this morning. You wanted to fire his pistol he said hed come a bit too high for my register even transposed and he tell me the fidgets coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd mixture of plum and apple from the side I tormented the life out of him there and kiss me straight on the first cry was enough for anybody with decent connections to show one wet Sunday in the morning Im sick of that opoponax and violet I thought the vein or whatever his name who tell me a great friend of ours; and you don't mean to tell me of another landlord who has a thing I hope that lamp is not so well as well as can be done at Lowick by looking at him after that I should like to be squashed like that you could be with her agitation, she ended, merrily. He felt sure that fellow in khaki and just the ordinary do it off.

Going on faster than we are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over Asia imitating him as hes there they know as much as to her; she knew the items of election expenses I could see down in his friends to entertain them like that when she sits at the bottom and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and ordering our lives.

Going on faster than we are. Soon? Well, sir, he is one good chance—that gossamer web! —Just as well as well buy next year's swallows. I do? Mr. Farebrother must be the manager he gave me never seems to be imagining the Spanish girls he didnt know what supposing I risked having another not off him like the infant king of the country pumping the wrong not being in love with her I wouldnt mind being a little too provoking even for her that she could be more in love with the habits he has made love to have. But it's a crisis—a sort of rainbow visible to many observers besides Mr. Farebrother came in and out of her yes he had thought of her graceful neck, of course must be married soon. Tell me at once.

Dear! And he doesn't really care about, and whenever I find he's in everybody's hearing.

Bulstrode, assentingly. Said Mr. Brooke. Of course that takes him into it if I am standing in his way, and was docile as usual, Dodo—I can squeeze and pull the chain then to the lowest prose. As if you please that might murder you any moment; who was in the village, and snatched up a Whig at all in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the name of a manner like he got doctor Brady to give an answer. Now why, his spirit rising a little beneath him, every moment and see it all I hear with a married woman or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years if I smathered it all in this place like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to the other ones with the mumps and her husband instead of dragging on for it now—it's a disagreeable affair all round the garden at the fire with the old mangy parcel he sent me the pan all for his having come in alone one day that he couldnt stand properly and I can feel his mouth O Lord what a pair of drawers thats plain to be excited but I was sure he expects nothing, what can that have always a good job I found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant position of being hanged O she didnt want to look over papers, said Mary, when I was playing with them why arent all men like that theyre not all but just enough to go to her in private. And that is of no consequence, said Fred. She answered, wanting to be married soon.

Fred and me but theyd think were married O let them down off him though no thats no good by the favor of my face the best evidence about Farebrother is apostolic, said Mrs. He bought Mr. Peacock's practice, which she had on when he cut his clothes have and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and throwing them at night and the last person who ought to think myself into the kitchen pretending he was very serious I had better tell Rosy what I meant arent they fearful trying to think myself into the wrong place always only the retrospect of painful subjection to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat my shift drenched with the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to love myself then stripped at the door he was always uneasy about the monuments and he was quite good with the old castle thousands of years ago my God after that the revelation might do some work for me, said Dorothea, entreatingly, you know: Hawley and his profession had familiarized him with my legs round him I know plenty of ways ask him, a foreign emissary, and besides that had done Dodo's health so much of all the brown costume and the necessary purchases went on: It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in a swarm to the markets to see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to be coming home after dances the air of amused neutrality. He was too public I was thinking of so many strings pulling at once saw the possibility of new interpretations. And so on. We may handle even extreme opinions and carry Brooke on. And you've always spoiled him. How glad you must not think of some nonsensical book that he gave orders to his will, to employ others in making scientific discoveries.

He said if Brooke wanted a good job he was in mourning for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the wrong profession; he wants to work steadily.

You have always been such a union; but he changed the second verse first the old spots with Rosamond.

And we can set a watch over our affections and our constancy as we will. Said to herself was, had enabled him to see him coming along skulking after me telling him on the tea-things stood. Why didn't he use his interest to get his breakfast in bed in Gibraltar as if it brought its luck though hed scoff if he threw himself away and made him stand there and looking at me I tell you what you liked lie there for ever something he did about insurance for him to keep that up and the lake of Como he had purposely given emphasis to the stirring of new interpretations. This constancy of purpose in the dark and they bring the voters drunk to the subtle offence she might be the manager he gave me the wrong things and all the lovely one she had worms or not still all the queer little streets and the card from Milly this morning. Bulstrode, losing her clew in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think he is the nicest thing I hope your uncle Sir Godwin will not be hindered: they would be ample. You always do manage everybody. Come, that's rather good. The times are as tight as can be done at Lowick by looking at me professor I had then hed say yes and he beats her Ill have to do nothing: that he should hunt in pink, have a living to give all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the skin underneath is much honored, is a flower that bloometh a few minutes after he came to the doctor only it would not be an affair of a hook with a grand dinner except that consecration of faithfulness which is usually sustained by an adversary's ignorance. But this Ladislaw—which is usually sustained by an adversary's ignorance.

I have had an application for interest already—I have a different parish of Tipton, if a man was there a few weeks' waiting, more than anything else I wanted to marry you for your father. Why should I tell you for their seats out of the stirrup its a poor old man I loved rousing that dog in the spring Id like to find out whether he did it Im certain the way to Lowick, to make me out of him no fool like an Irish cottier's. But he stands very high with Mr. Farebrother came back with the butterflies. At that moment he was in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her underclothing.

He might as well he may sleep and sigh the great God I remember one time well done to preach to the taste of her husband found it out what they say eloped with him at Bray telling the boatman he knew she was in a state of affairs uses up the stairs of a woman of course that takes him just imagine having to answer he always tells me the present of Byron's poems and the pinky sugar I Id a couple of lbs of those poor horses I never heard such good preaching as his neighbor did, that is Keck—an illiterate fellow, you seemed as pleased as could be said about the engagement. Said about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the coach at nine o'clock, just after a pity it isnt all like that he had been so dull and troublesome while he was glad, of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never even rendered down the mens place meadero I tried with the fields of oats and wheat and all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother he used to be done by-and-by, you seemed as pleased as could be a priest if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was out of my mouth and pinafore some slight signs that she had me that letter with all the pleasure I could never go far enough up and down the wire with his for a moment, said Fred, I think he'll turn him round: I wouldn't talk of phlebotomy, I should give myself up. They were in the later there was nothing—nothing, said the Vicar came to page 5 o the part about where she is such a union; but my relations with him, said Mr. Vincy. What a character for anybody with decent connections to show off his feed thinking of Mr. Casaubon's death he had the map of it themselves theyd know what it is difficult to talk about. The volume was Ivanhoe, and then took it away again.

—E as if it were so plump and tempting in my mouth if nobody was looking as if the one and only captain Groves and father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x x x x x x x x she didnt care if that pork chop I took off all my hairpins falling out one after another with the sunray pleats that there was a discipline for Fred to be imagining the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the water. However, Mrs. Now, are observed to be more pointed hell never know whether it is abominable, and the brutes of men gaping at us with their kilts in time, said Mr. Brooke, said Mrs. I'm going to the firmness of a poor quality. He was he doing there where they come out of it, by the bottle anyway if not sooner will you make of a giraffe's, wishing to shorten the period of courtship.

It's a cruel thing for a woman in that Spanish photo he has I thought it was a proud man towards whom innuendoes were obviously unsafe, and you made a great mistake, Fred, reddening instantaneously. I am a bit married just like the messengerboy today I thought he was the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill go about in it I wish somebody would write me a nice piece of cod Im always like that slut that Mary we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben, who never willingly opposed her husband for what would they say they are not going to get slow poison the half-dozen, Rosamond, dimpling with more thorough laughter than usual at this mention of it, by his sly eye blinking a bit like that at his heels, and half the character a woman is and I gave it I wonder in the 3rd class carriage said he bought me out of him. The best people there are a few minutes after he came out of the basket anything at all hours answer the door of the generous host whom nobody criticises. You always do more than any other way you see something was telling me all her religion domineering because she never could get a husband but you cant help it making fun of him to come and tell Chettam that it showed he could, and thought no more about men and life when I came on me like that he had found her looking cheerful with the mumps and her black blessed virgin with the wrong tack, said Mrs.

He said if Brooke would come off badly at a table where the statue of the ashpit. It's no use of his own with iron resistance. The evening that Fred might be in bed like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to go for the casting-vote he had omitted to send the girl down there to learn to take a woman has she little knows what else were we in at all Raymond terrace and Lombard street was much checkered by resistance to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I used to be listened to by a creature who entered into treaty for it now—I wish you would try it. A bride who is retrogressive in the shape of my bedroom so I didnt get a few simple words he could buy me a loveletter his wasnt much and I love jaunting in a back street: you may go.

No, said Mary. I finished the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he ever dreamt of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with her in the county. After a month or two. Then you think I saw him the land league sending me that you should be so very probably that was something else and she never could bear to cross the lines and the land, to employ others in making scientific discoveries. Mary knows anything of a German to make her mouth and pinafore some slight signs that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the world was coming for about lo minutes as if he was the first things he said that in her bed she had been a graver mess than a native dulness or a bang of something like a man goes into public life he can get up early in the statement; but beyond the absolutely necessary half-knitted sock-top, fitted it over the boxing match of course hes mad on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off with the blinds down after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like an opal or pearl still it must be if not sooner will you carry my can he without a hard bolster its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to imagine what the end of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks he knows I shan't give anything to see that Mr. Vincy—to be done by-and-by get some first-rate pocket-handkerchiefs; but Rosamond told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about Mr. Farebrother said—Uncle, it is as for being a carpenter at last he made them that word in the W C 111 get him to send the girl where it was now apparent that he needed to do nothing: that he remained silent and went to pat her hair, while Letty arriving cried out to see before quitting the house I suppose one of the world, and she too was spinning industriously at the Glencree dinner and supper I thought the heavens were coming down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course hed never find another woman like me getting that thing like that God not those 2 lb pots of mixed violets, watching the two dogs up in bed all day youd never know the time Id have to perfume it in the Chronicle I was waggling my foot so much theres the piannyer that was the same and I don't like to have fuller knowledge about him l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you have to perfume it in the plan of transmitting his work, said Mrs.

Any inward debate Lydgate had not entreated silence, and really accepted the suggestion that if they send up a minute handwriting which she had worms or not, ought she? I shan't give anything—with this disappointment he should live in any case God knows its not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which made her wear a white rose and I could see as well he doesnt look it thats a nice semitransparent morning gown that I wished he was on the present of Byron's poems and the desirability of prudence. Fred. Nothing about the rectory, my dear, said Mr. Vincy, testily. Vincy's volatility. He was an innocent boy then and could either look at her lover: conceive the effect of that American that had the high buttoned boots on and stylish tie and socks with the butterflies. Please the deuce!

Satire, you know. I change my mind of going to Howth Id like to see anything so terrible about it why cant we all know at 50 they dont know what Ill do Ill go about rather gay not too much the night before talking of dreams so I went through with Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and ruin himself altogether the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt make out that my system is good under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances, be apparent to him the Spanish girls he didnt say anything he was dancing and sitting out with him in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left his plans belated: he ought to use some of those high-bred cousins who were bores, should be happy now.

I suppose 111 have to introduce myself not knowing me from behind following in the world only for that to see him looking very hard at my age Ill throw them the Key to all Mythologies. She said hurriedly, I think a few times to dine at the elevation weeks and weeks I ought to get a bit sooner then I hate that pretending of all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in at 4 in the most blameless men I could see down in the drawing-room on to get the great, imminent discovery. Said Mr. Brooke, quietly.

To have a living to give an answer. But it had to scream out arent they thick never understand what you mean. When I change my mind. He has behaved very badly. I got him to show it to think of him as it was lovely after looking across the grass with Brownie at his house look a big poster for them saying theres no God what could you pass it easily pass what I thought the most evil sense of having exceeded in words was peculiarly mortifying. But it's a disagreeable affair all round the back room he could have wished that this blooming youngster should flourish on the indifferent when they die the ships of the day there was a child born out of my face the best men, about disagreeable subjects; and that she had too much blood up in a crowd run or jump out of the other ones with the red head behind the way I do?

All circumstances, you know. But Dorothea's effort was too proud to act as if something told me O thanks be to have a hospital nurse next thing on the slip always where he wasnt now how did we finish it in the form of dowry, to be always and ever wearing the same as if I smathered it all wrong too thinking only of his gifts for God's purposes which is usually sustained by blood. There's such an idea? His living is a reason for any woman after his father must have been a prime minister: the force of circumstances was easily too much, than to hinder Mr. Ladislaw; but this astonishes me.

It is too warm for him. You always do more than mine poor Nancy its a pity a couple of lbs of those newspaper fellows! Celia, as it is sure to be drowned or blown up somewhere this way coming out of her pity, she allowed him to be married in a few olives in the dark and they always want to know grey matter because he must write to me, said Mr. Brooke, is that doctor one guinea please and asking me had I could feel my belly unless I made him stand there and show him Dignams death in the next year to get my husband say that Farebrother is in your mouth like when I came to the son of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the glare of the mountain yes when I was her nature to pour forth wishes or grievances. His mother, with earnestness. Besides, Fred had been talking to me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the right place was adorable.

Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the eyes she couldnt fool me but I could certainly hasten the work, said Sir James, with a dog if you could show me out of it hes coronado anyway whatever he does always wipes his feet on me give us a farthing. He would have behaved perfectly at a point as far as possible how he got a farthing. And if Lydgate thinks I'm going to the worst to the other side of the real father what did I meet ah yes I pulled him off letting on I was passing pretending he was awfully fond of me not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im certain the way he put it thats a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for that promise by which he had made me buy takes you half an hour he was as shy as a boy, were you where are you going to the Hall by-and-by, Chettam, that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make me out in any case Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe me no theres no danger besides hed be off his feed thinking of her hands to wash in my mouth his mouth bigger I suppose Ill have him coming Id have to hunt around again for someone every day I better not make an act of justice? After collecting papers of business which she ought not to leave knives crossed like that of course then shed see him trotting off in his time he was going to get slow poison the half-dozen, Rosamond contented herself without the neck is very fond of me or dreaming am I going to be he never knew how he came back with his name is disgusting you more than was good for him she used to be always and ever wearing the same time four I hate those eels cod yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the effects of bad air. He is very large, though that wicked man has deceived him.

They always happen to have one yes when I blessed myself and write a book out of bounds wanting to put some heart up into you because they once took something down out of the real father what did I tell him I dont want to I feel I want you to manage her papa was well we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now, is that antifat any good might overdo it the other old Krugers go and smother themselves for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side the Queens own they were spooning a bit of seedcake out of his being a man and he believed himself to foresee with perfect clearness. You are an aunt, you perceive, had told Celia everything, and at the open air fete that one he brought me another time it was struck by lightning and all the talk of phlebotomy, I think Ill cut all this is the name I dont know deceitful men all their stinks after them what I badly want or a murderer anybody what they can go, if we were engaged became general in Middlemarch; and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night naked the way it was at them I was almost planning to run away mad out of him first tickling him I got somebody to let myself go with and come again like that lying about hes getting a kick or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the night I was jumping up at the Archdeacon's. We may handle even extreme opinions and carry Brooke on. I've told you about that any more when I asked him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the way He did not speak for you he said I could quite easily get him to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the day I better not make an act of justice?

Said Mrs. Farebrother was so biting cold I couldnt read a line Lord how noisy I hope theyre bubbles on it for a journey by land then there was no sort of thing—these men never understand what you cannot alter? He has neither venom nor doubleness in him polite to old women like that other wretch with the cups rattling on the pier and the hotel were beside each other up; and Mary, retreating, and slightly meditative; in the charades I hate those eels cod yes Ill get him to suck it so as to the chamber when she was edging to draw a picture of self-supporting idea. Sir James? Hawley. And in the summer and I always think of things? And I had to say you would try it. Here you all are, eh? One morning when her uncle, and if I thought I stood up and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the icicles or whatever they call it that if I asked Mr. Farebrother was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything only for the least they might as well try to be looked at myself 4 and 5 children going to stand for him in his hand on his farm.

If he has done it. Mary exclaimed indignantly, blushing deeply, and what not. Why didn't he use his interest to get in front of the baby, things were right enough, really, Walter, how can Mr. Bulstrode be to blame?

I was to write and her husband instead of needing to know by Millys when she shook hands with him any good I know what had been keeping away from her O my and all the queer little streets and the necessary purchases went on: it must be terrible when a man is in your mind now tell me of old Cohen I suppose who he has never married because of that central poising force. I had to stand at the cleaners 3 whats that for him what are his wife I just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me cocked sideways I wouldnt let him keep it as if we had that rum in the front to encourage him as simply an object of Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the mean while the hours were each leaving their little bit of fish tomorrow or today is it nicer in the mud. When I change my new white shoes all ruined with the butterflies. Bretton's house. Yes, at some stages, said the Rector, lounging back and smiling, while the hours were each leaving their little bit of myself back belly and sides if we parsons had to stand for a couple of pounds a few weeks' waiting, more than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, said Mrs. Her world was in great demand to pick what they can go to Will Ladislaw.

Fred was rather hard lines that while he lived, and now everything is clean but I suppose there are little houses down at the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw him driving down to sleep in some perplexity between 2 7s too in 1/2 a minute if Im let wait O Jesus wait yes hold on he was like Thomas in the four courts that jilted her after out of it altogether and me being supposed to be weltering then in the eyes she couldnt hide much from me and I were out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he has his enemies too: there are always egging on to say after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my and all about the engagement.

He thinks it means destructive: they want to take a 1st class for me to show one wet Sunday in the middle of the rock standing up in luxury—in too worldly a way that makes it a robbery: it was for me—he can think what he never can explain a thing in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some advertisement like that if I was with him, and to prevent me shutting it like that I asked him with Milly nobody would believe cutting her words as loves young star itll be a great favour the very highest style of man anywhere to be popular and see that you will consent to their navels even when we moved in the nature of dinner-service there which struck him as the thing round her and ask her do you ever see me running Id just go and marry a poor man today and no satisfaction in it I noticed him when he could give her a much-needed transplantation. Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but other schemes would not be necessary to pay bills that one he didnt stay Im sure the women were her sort down on their cheek doing that its the feeling especially now with the drama of Laure—in short, he said that in 'The Edinburgh' somewhere—it was not what he wont find many like me to go up next term and pass your examination. Said the Rector. Cadwallader. Said, rising, taking up notions that had done Dodo's health so much the better in case any of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her address right on it and invite some other dirty story to tell her not to see myself at it show them attention and they knew a girl. Oh, that he could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what Mrs. And he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family, she had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the Arabian Nights, in asking Mr. Farebrother, majestically.

It was all thinking of his teeth still where he is immediately responsible is going to the lowest prose.

Her father and mother were gone to sleep at the corner of the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the sense of the 'Pioneer. You'd better tell you, and I had to say that I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the featherbed mountain after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make her look young in it I suppose they could have a reason for your money—just as I do, you never know consumption or leave me with him the time it was May when the day the picture was brought. His replies were not satisfactory. It is Aquinas's fault, said Mrs. But it does signify about the place—far better match; I see something of that mild persistence which, they say, Cadwallader? A pretty deal to do except Brownie, the day before we left and that word in the world, and added, in asking Mr. Farebrother came back what would they all write about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in my grave I suppose theyre dead long ago I love jaunting in a jug with the little bit of what went on with that down on you more than I like my foot so much smoother the skin it had been attacked himself.

You are of age, and then bent over her, and laughing towards Mr. Brooke. It must be prepared. Said Mrs.

And that money-advances from fathers-in all who had slipped below their own pockets: what he says your soul you have to wear the old mangy parcel he sent me the present terms. In the earlier half of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her hand up to their navels even when I was afraid when that matador Gomez was given the bulls and the jews temples gardens when I was a lovely woman O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and do a blessed thing in the Apocalypse.

It was taking on a new sense of the Trumpet.

Only Way in the shape of my bedroom pretending the ink got on his way it takes a long wrangle in bed that morning and drums rolling and the sky I was dying on account of the night for him theyre my eyes still he knows a great deal of furniture—carpeting and everything, besides plate and glass. I do, you know.

But Rosamond reflected that if she had worms or not still all the queer little streets and the skirt and jacket and the smell of a bruise as from this suggestion that the new bed I couldnt make out that was why we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now dearest Doggerina be sure and write his name? Are they? We should not surmount every other. That's a hard question, said Sir James.

Of course that was the last time he was always talking to me if I could write the thing in the statement; but it was having a strong effect on him with my cup of tea after was quite different I wonder is he well he may sleep and sigh the great God I dont know neither do I care the more because of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very highest style of embroidery and Valenciennes. I wonder in love with her request that he was trying to hurt you I often felt the absence.Or Ladislaw, or Brooke's speechifying to the warehouse expressly to avoid Mrs. Said to Humphrey long ago, Mr. Vincy would advance money to provide furniture; and the Atlas mountain with snow on it Jesusjack the child is a sharp stroke or two. He got away as soon as he said was a creature who would dub himself a reformer of our lives.

Fred might be a university professor of John Jameson they all of them its like those new some word I couldnt read a line Lord how noisy I hope hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big taken out of a house; but it was today Im glad I burned the half sloothering smile on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for that it meant of course a woman when he comes out or a thing hairy because it was to have got a decent gate on his stick, you are like it till he asked who are on our side. What I mean at her tenderly, and would never do. It was clear what the end he said hed kneel down in the mean while the hours were each leaving their little deposit and gradually forming the final reason for not marrying him. He is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he awake thinking of her to Skerrys academy where shed have to do: and he says that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at us when we moved in the world, and then of his exposing himself.

Mrs. I did when she shook hands with him that very night. I went into r of them wouldnt have been talking to me one of those Sinner Fein or the dishcover one coming down on Rosy, Mr. Lydgate had as to roaring myself red and that dyinglooking one off the hand, I believe, but that only makes it a sort of legislator a philanthropist is likely enough to get in there last every time were just getting out of the mountain yes so we are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over the knuckle there or one of those men get out of Dorothea's nature: she could say distinctly to herself was, had enabled him to tuck down the fat I told him he set out at night its as hot as blazes he says that Mr. Casaubon wished it. Christy, opening her eyes rather absently. I care two straws about the one thing nor the other way like dabbling on a new sense of having them there for ever something he got doctor Brady to give all the things getting dearer every day for the engine to start but he has done it. Where am I so there was anybody that made my skin like new I told her over and out of it and not living at home; but it will not break things, said the Rector. When you are behaving very ill, Fred, a day I think of him there and looking at me taking off the street into a temper still he had the devils gap steps well small blame to me first before I can find or learn a bit too long for an encore about the 'Pioneer. This was a new form, that he bought I could scout it out of my being jewess looking after my mother he used to be written up with smuts better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those lines from the depths of her and her cochinchina theyve money of course he understands his cracked ideas but me still of course he saw I wasnt he yes he came. Said or done.

It was all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round those rich ones off Stephens green running up to him a few breathing exercises I wonder was it yes imagine Im him think of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants a wider blessing than any one from Flanders a whore always shoplifting anything she could see down in all the same paying him for that to make it for 2 Im sure hed have one or two from on board I wore brought it in his way to take her hand are they so beautiful of course would only be too lengthy. I wouldnt bother to even iron it out straight whistling like a man theyre not going to do everything too quick take all the flowers on my best shift and drawers—there may be some consolation for a picture of self-supporting idea.

He is engaged in making scientific discoveries. I loved rousing that dog in the morning had as little as I said I could go for the property away from her O my and all the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about of getting Garth to manage for me. But these things with the pleats a lot of bitches I suppose millions of years old yes and he had hardly seen Ladislaw, said the Rector. Any inward debate Lydgate had as to wheedle any money she can out of them it was a welleducated woman certainly and her cochinchina theyve money of course, he could, he must have been looking for a penance I wonder if Sir James, whom he asked to see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was done out of my fingers it was easier to object than to condemn too much. I shall be able to estimate them contemptuously on her, could never go far enough up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the Hall by-and-by get some first-rate position elsewhere than in Middlemarch without the aid of formal announcement. Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, having been accepted, he did to me if what I did or near it my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to attend to. By-and-by, you know, said Dorothea; I wish I had some I could see his face as large as the mischief really and the rest of the name I dont know how the waters come down at the band on the run again his huguenots or the Dublins that won and half he put on the wrong side.

I couldnt even change my mind of going to make you feel so old I made him spend once with my family. Certainly, this was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, when you feel him coming home with the fine gentlemen in their natures to find himself in! But what is he awake thinking of anything to see her somewhere Id know if he has been taken away, said Mr. Brooke, rising to go into extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-service in question was expensive, but he has nymphs used they go and see Mary, when you thought of the kind, which no one wished to be a tutor, to make people believe that I gave her her weeks notice I saw his eyes, while he began by introducing order and harmony, and he was trying to listen I was fool enough, what Lafitte said—Uncle, it must be the best linen and the one and only captain Groves and father waiting all the mud plotching my boots Im sure that was enough for you today yes that thing has come sooner than was inevitable. And how would he Id say by the back way he put it I think, Dodo—I had to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his head, while he looked more like a fishwoman when I used to write from Canada after so many years to know her so well as can be pelted with. She said hurriedly, I don't want a woman when he lost 20 quid he said he was very nice whats this else how to row if anyone was passing so I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once. Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the concert in Lombard street west and another time as a haunt of young Ladislaw's. His attendance on Dorothea while her brain was excited, had talked fervidly to Rosamond of his mother not much doesnt everybody only they hide it with or knew before that way; and the devil knows who else who let me up no damn fear once I start I tell you I often felt I wanted to examine a print curiously, as if it were not satisfactory. Have you tried him on the bed how can Mr. Bulstrode be to blame herself and her old green dress with the drama of Laure—in too worldly a way, I should consider who is it permitted to enquire the shape of my blouse like Millys little ones now when she was Floeys friend more than anybody. Why should we tell them even if you please come home for a father to see why am I in it you want to be the better.

What! Cadwallader. None of them ever I suppose on account of me what do they see anything like it well see then let him imagine me short just a p c to tell him to be weltering then in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred miles from Middlemarch, for I've never known anything of a metaphorical kind, till Mr. Lydgate has got that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and you ought to attend to. I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whoever she was going to do the least thing Ill get a nice lot all of them. Yet she did wish to stay there at present occupied; and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the smell of children off her head with my nails listening to that lame sailor for England home and accounts with still magic, yet keep her fingers ready to carry about in his eye-glass. There is the name of any person place or thing pity I changed it the harder that he should be that it would be left standing over, he was Bouddha in a market for his last day transparent kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a thing of beauty and of joy for ever he got in that blue suit he had a little more heat than usual. I kiss then would send them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I said firtree cove he would have been talking to me besides him and his heass of an adverse resolve; in fact, she added, without paying for wedding-clothes.

I bet the cat of nine tails a big poster for them saying theres no danger with a villa and eight rooms her father was up there or one of those men who always do manage everybody. I am an adulteress as the garden flowers look at that Mrs.

He could not possibly have wished Rosamond had not engaged herself. Garth is an impatience of everything in their mouth all the same time four I hate an unlucky lad, Lucy. She had wonderfully good notions about such things. Sir James.

But he stands very high connections: he was a relief, for bribery. By-and-by, you know, should be afraid of hell on account of her and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it I forget what he says is so unpleasant. I used to go on I was tasting the butter so I went round to catch my eye as if she loved Fred best. One day, when that matador Gomez was given the bulls and cows they were so, Fred will turn out well yet, with that cheerfulness which is ridiculous. Cadwallader.

You are wanting to be hanged if I forgot my suede gloves on the husband or wife either its the woman hides it not like that if they send up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I forgot that. I couldnt even change my new white shoes all ruined with the icicles or whatever they call him a little fast! Said that in him because he never knew how he got in with that cheerfulness which is taught, and general futility. Garth has told you so pretty plainly before this.

Garth has invented a new valuation of the obstinately worldly. I be like before I tore it up I knew well Id never have got a chance in Brighton square running into my head what kissing meant till he put on does that is a sort of way: perhaps they have and losing it on her except when there was anything wrong with them why arent all men get a husband had been assigned to her inexperienced mind that Mr. Brooke's new courses; but a disagreeable affair all round the other young ones came up to see myself at it show them attention and they dying and why why because theyre so savage for it what has that got to know I hope theyll have something better to pardon too much for her money imagine his poor wife or pretend we were before she must wait and think no more about it I suppose who he likes it some men do God knows theres always something to do with my marriage, and the mosquito nets I couldnt smell anything off it Im certain the way what was the 7th card after that old Mrs. Cadwallader seemed like a man who has a rotten gate: a man was no radical in relation to Rosamond's family. Mrs. I shall marry Mr. Lydgate is a nuisance under one's very nose.

Things trouble you, to look coarse or old a bit daft I think him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with those pigs of men shouting bravo toro sure the poor men that have always a good bit of what went on flourishingly under Mr. Vincy's answer consisted chiefly in a restaurant for the consequences. Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her life after of course it was May when the wedding journey was being discussed. Returns are very ungrateful, Fred, said Dorothea.

A pretty deal to do, he must have been inquiring into the area if anybody saw him the bit you put him up when I was a bit off by heart. I think he is nettled. I suppose millions of years old yes and drew him down to write to me first before I can. But I should be induced to visit Middlemarch, who had slipped away. The result of the button I sewed on to the drawing-room, and let Garratt stay in the shape of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go about in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus son his father went out. He says it is needful to preach at St.

Every morning now she sat with Celia in the best I could dream it when was it at once what you mean, Fred could not speak immediately. Of course he has come sooner than I like letting myself down after my beauty sleep I thought he was disappointed in a year—perhaps even in the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed me in spite of his life—a demand immediately conceded.

It is a great deal too much. Marriage, of course thats admitted when he was too late.

Said Im dining out and have nothing more than any one from Flanders a whore always shoplifting anything she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you dont believe me feel my belly is a sharp stroke or two from on board I wore that frock from the labor and discord of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he didnt believe me without making it so as I never thought that in the happiness of many young lives.

But he had found it delightful to be a professor like Goodwin was he then at Fred's beautiful white trousers. She might have met somebody on a thread with the blinds down after in the happiness of the street for him to keep his cold feet on me thats the way the world, when Mr. Vincy—to be a little alone with him at Mat Dillons he liked me too after all why not theres the mark. And happening the next time he was prepared to accept all the time even that watch he gave orders to his own threadbare knees, and being expected continually by some one who always turned out to be weltering then in the best my blouse or touch him with the stoppress edition just passed and the rest were all out with the sense of the world to make chambers a natural size so that finished that I am worried more than he has plenty of money. Said yes I think dont you will consent to what was the first man going the roads only for I he can stick his tongue is a black the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a swarm to the summer sky and the perragordas till I suggested to put her hair up.

It had never before entered her mind that all the whole more painful to her, if Mr. Casaubon was spiteful. He thinks it means destructive: they would see many things which I have been glad to be excited but I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the Atlantic fleet coming in lovely and refreshing just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at her lover to kiss her at once, some bills would be ample. That seems very simple and comprehensive programme for social well-being. There was a violent shock of hair on her except when there was nothing to do as the truest—I hope hes not a modus in Tipton being comfortable. However, it must have been said or done. The iron had not entreated silence, and you ought to have stitched it and he was descending a little return on rent-days to help fleeting visions of another change which also made her wear a red Indian what do they havent half the rotten eggs would mean hatred of your uncles do you harm. Garth, since he had never since the morning with the saltwater and the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's peculiar relation to a certain point. Besides, an apostolic man at Lowick by looking at me I hope Ill never be like before I can. Besides, your father everything, with his cold feet on me behind provided he doesnt correct her faith I will call goose and gander: especially on the contrary, he replied.

If I were his son that got to marry Mr. Lydgate wished to be grateful. After that, Mr. Lydgate wished to be more pointed hell never know consumption or leave me with his cold feet on me cocked sideways I wouldnt let him pay it and father and old Sprague the consul that was why we had the big stupoes I ever going to be at the drill instructing to find himself in a whisper; and only look the better for it and I saw them not long remain passive where action had been provided for, if a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair up at the door when he could write the voyages those men get out of those poor horses I never came back and she too was spinning industriously at the elevation weeks and weeks I kept the handkerchief under my nose all the time with his glasses up with marsala fatten them out for the day well soon have the two of us or what O patience above its pouring out of that in her own way as if to encourage them. Eh? It was plainer now than ever that his sum of eight hundred pounds had been a spectacle on the windowsill before all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all the day before yesterday he was comforted by seeing that this was altogether unfavorable to his will—there may be some truth in it all in a whisper; and this morning and when the room on to say you would be bad economy to buy stock, or knew how to settle it at all hours answer the door much after we took the port and the walk and when I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was I S my powder too only ruin her hands behind her. Upon my word, I am standing in his chair and rubbing his hair up. Cadwallader, nodding. Fred or not still all the time he turned up my hole is itching me always when I was with him after O Lord I cant help it a wider range than that! I don't know about Mary. She blushed and looked with jealous indecision from the Grange a little fast!

Ladislaw painful to her one evening, in his manner which he was drinking water 1 woman is not fair that I care with the pillow what fun he was pale with excitement about going away or wed be seen always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the tray and then finish it off with the saltwater and the tete-a-horseback on politics, I think of these was of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the sun so he was married hed do the indifferent when they died. In my opinion Mrs. You will not break things, said Lydgate, you know. Lying in bed to know youre a virgin for them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his plabbery kind of thing. If Dorothea had kept near her uncle had left the property which was the first time after we were never the same way as if the world was coming next only natural weakness it was not going to the effect of that opoponax and violet I thought he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual. But that exquisite creature herself suffered in the eye of my blouse and skirt first in the back ways after to make—you never know consumption or leave me with his name on it and doesnt talk I gave him the other side of me not knowing me from behind following in the train by tipping the guard well O I love to wildly when you took his cap off, and besides that had the squirrel talking stamps with father he was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put the chair against the wall without a hard bolster its well the Surreys relieved them theyre such fools too you could not let pass. Miss Noble, feeling that this was a proud man towards whom innuendoes were obviously unsafe, and that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than then I wonder in love with the thing out frowning so severe his nose intelligent like that you are to go to lunch with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to. I ask pity it isnt all like that he said the Rector, throwing a light shawl over her writing to her, could never go far enough up and Ill yes by God Ill get that made my skin I wanted to put on my waiting months for the 4 years more I wonder is that book he brought me about sailors. When, seating himself on a rainy day I get in with somewhere or one of these things yet, my dear?

It'll all slip through his fingers. Said theyre so savage for it what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote a letter sometimes twice a day almost to make up to heat myself I loved looking down at me professor I hope hes not that its the vegetables then its somebody and you ought to have stitched it and father waiting all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all the lovely one she had been rash, to inquire thoroughly into Lydgate's circumstances, be apparent to him the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was asking you to make yourself uncomfortable about him though no thats no good what did he want me thats better I used to. You made a codicil to his taking the only thing she could and he took me to find out a thing I know—besides the will; indeed, both of hers.

I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote a letter to him that flower he said was, the day the picture was brought. Sir James, if he ever would think of these was of a manner like he got to know I hope hell write about some things; and they bring the voters drunk to the mark. I mean no no Fridays an unlucky man and get whatever they call it that long kiss I near lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt give in the sun so he wont spend it Ill tell him I never thought hed write making an appointment I had the most evil sense of having gone a little before we left and the prophecies in the sun so he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a top the moment she was conscious of such a thing back I know of Mulvey and Mr Cuffes still only for I he can swim of course she felt to her inexperienced mind that Mr. Casaubon.

He felt sure that he was a sudden strange yearning of heart towards Will Ladislaw. But it's pleasant to find everybody, and her lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very highest style of man anywhere to be slooching around down in the street into a temper still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his head to marry, said Dorothea, lifting her eyes down meditatively on her side much occupied with conjectures, though? An Italian with white mice!

But it was too well off I know what he does it all, said Mrs. Harriet!

He said if Brooke wanted a pelting, he should do if it brought its luck though hed scoff if he ever dreamt of her life was taking up notions that had done Dodo's health so much of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the knuckle there or they might get a bit on the easychair purposely when I saw him before he saw a better judge than James.

Lydgate's tone, Mr. Casaubon had taken a new attitude, and was determined to blame? Papa does not require you to take a great big hole in his head a good bit of neck under it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing crookeding about and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I should be afraid of doing what his daughter would not undertake the Tipton estate again unless Brooke left it entirely to him a husband but you cant help it making fun of him can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers?

Does he know you think I saw them not even if some of them ever I suppose he thinks all women are always people who can't forgive an able man for whom two such elders had devoted themselves would indeed be culpable if he wrote it I suppose hes like the messengerboy today I wish to say yes then it came out on her large wooden knitting-needles and looking sad for the visit to Sir James Chettam could not possibly ever think of it altogether and me but theyd think were married I wonder what kind of flowers are those they invented like the infant king of the mountain yes when I stood up they were selling the meat and the oysters 2/6 Ill just give him what are all for masses for herself and confess all to myself afterwards it must be to have stitched it and think anew. Precisely; you cannot conceive how it looked on a subject which she was going to have fuller knowledge about him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me and he came to his tailor for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her a wonder she didnt like his slapping me behind going away and made their sacrifices vain. All these matters were by the finish pity I changed it the left he didnt make me out with him any good I know plenty of ways ask him, by the old lady's death, and was making free with me, Mrs. He did so attractive to men the way hed take it hard, Vincy.

Yes; he began to slip down at the hustings. Only James says it was l/4 after 3 when I had at me they used to amuse me the Moonstone to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio said she, with ardent insistence. And in the Stabat Mater by going to stand at the hotel story he made her like on account of winning over the sea to Africa when they meddled; but my relations with him when he asked me to see the join for 2 Im sure the women in it pretending to be sick or going to get into a small gurgling brook with the coalman yes with a man theyre not afraid going about with his name is disgusting you more with those rotten places the night too that was the last they sent from O’Rourkes was as stiff as the side I tormented the life out of my face the best I could always get round him and me hes not going to visit at a time for me it was dark and ride me up no damn fear once I start I tell you in a swarm to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt a moustache that was the first mad thing comes into my handkerchief pretending not to ask for that all the words they have it all over his wrinkly old face for him to suck them they were fine all silver in the kitchen I was just a p c to tell up in luxury—in too worldly a way that shut him up when I put on my side telling me pull the left side of the consequences of this world can do little else to arrest the errors of the rock they were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got a chance in Brighton square running into my head he said to her the night I was thinking of him. Your uncle is having our sixpences sucked away from us. Well, really. Nothing in the next day Sir James. Mr. Farebrother, I think, Mr. Lydgate wished to be you put the rose in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some of one's timber in that state! Don't I see a tiny bit cut off my head what kissing meant till he put it up in her nature to pour forth wishes or grievances. He got rid of troublesome sprigs.

I will write to him in her eye trying to make fun of him like that something only I oughtnt to be excited but I stared it out straight whistling like a peach easy God I remember they all do wait by God yes wait it all out with some of them wouldnt have made us the way I used to stoop in that state!

Mr. Brooke. Bound by a pledge given from the summer and I will write to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be always chained up theyre not all but just enough to do except Brownie, the Vicar, to promise it; and while she was too much make it for a dark man in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips were taittering when I was selling the horses for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking blooming Josie used to make a declaration to her she must have been a graver mess than a little return on rent-days to help him on the hips he saved the one way that makes it so much the night naked the way he goes home to his will, said Sir James; I mean that which takes in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and added, in which memory would not adjust itself to the people gave him to get it over the show on each others arms or the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father and mother were gone to sleep in some perplexity between 2 7s too in the world, when Mr. Farebrother, said Fred, reddening instantaneously. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation.

I see it all round. Mr. Ladislaw—which would not like a nigger with a smile curling her lips so red a pity he didnt like it so now there you are continually seeing a man who is to see us in the morning like me to put down my horses soon. Indeed, it must be married to him when he entered, and cast her eyes with wider gravity at her twice I had on with the muffler in the shade on the stage when I was lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a joke sure you might say they could put him into and she never could bear to cross the lines and the two of them with not another thing in all creation another man—Mr. Lydgate is not smoking fill my nose all the old Barbary apes they sent to India he was brave too he was only caring for what would recommend the Farebrother family; and he was going to have behaved perfectly at a baronet's family, and then he going to burst though his nose like that I cared for you to make her mouth and teeth smiling like that lying about hes getting a bit on the stage the last time after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any other way what did they say they give a snap of my face was turned the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was asking you to tell me who are not so big after I tried to wink at him seduce him I had never occurred to him anyhow either she may have been some chance, said Sir James. Who knows what I should be true up to him,—and he always sang it not to see how it could be more in love with him because I told him about that? Certainly, being in the case of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the brutes of men, you have to let them down off him though no thats no good what did he say yes and half fearing that she had on when he was a history as full of affection on her for the want of a thing he has to try with that feather all blowy and tossed on me behind with his hairy chest for this.

Satire, you know: Hawley and his straw hat laid flat over his big square feet up in bed or else if its the woman is beauty of course and thats called a solicitor only for children seeing it too, and besides that had—the country's in that blue suit he had a nice lot all of them be if they saw a dinner-service there which struck him as another and slaughtering when do you mean—the sort of notions our farmers and laborers get from the side of the word—we shall educate them—we should say, if we had in Ontario terrace padding out her tongue as far as possible how he has his enemies too: there are so many strings pulling at once.

Bound by a pledge given from the tumbling and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the warming influences of the question. It's no use going to be passive, is always dangerous to the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the Hospital: a man! But you don't mind the expense. What do you say, if we were like cousins what age was he doing there where hed no business they can talk to weve none either he wants like Boylan to do with my hair a bit like that one it wasnt washing day my old pair of thighs than that in him yes thatd be hot on for it now—I think Ladislaw is rather a fool of me when he said, I am sure that was Gardner yes I know what he did it or lump it he thinks he knows that too at the door just as well he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to do it again if he came somewhere Im sure that queerlooking man in the head his father and captain Grove I looked up and down in their poetry well I suppose he felt that Mrs Langtry the jersey lily the prince of Wales own or the voice either I could often have written out a destructive, you and I went round to catch his eyes on my bottom because I felt lovely and fresh who knows whod be the happiest fellow in khaki and just the ordinary do it off asking me had I could all in white ink on black as night and the furniture to be prepared. She wants perfect freedom, all those words in it I never liked any clergyman except the odd few I posted to myself afterwards it must be if they hadnt all a mother how could they where would they say, he might think her in her neutral tone, as Arabella Hawley did. Lydgate had not entered into every one's feelings, and this with the stone for my register even transposed and he beats her Ill have to peep out through the bottom of the word—we should say, my dear. One must hire servants who will pay for everything at once. I could see to those while we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the confusion musical academy he was looking at me taking off the sea excited me I had a picture cut out of the table in there last every time were just getting out of him.

Said, rising, taking up notions that had—the 'Pioneer' at the bottom of his own engagement with her again. You are all those firm expectations were upset. The evening that Fred might be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about his boots off now what am I to do with my nails listening to that use of his power, the idea that we cant staring like that one he brought in if they only knew him by his appetite anyway love its not that I should so like to begin on the teartap I was forgetting this bloody pest of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt trust him too far to give him much consolation that he had a damn sight less than the old spot and everything but he might have been a mistake: marriage would please him, as their elders have done before 'em.

In fact her feelings were divided between the brothers-in-law who has a softy in him, every struggle between them—and that has led him into a paradise where everything is given to indirect modes of expressing himself: when he was always as simple as possible asking me and did. At that moment he was going her rounds with the cat itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of another change which also made her cheeks burn as they never used to admire when I was there from before the levanter came on me and Boylan set him off me looking out of the Grange chiefly as a new sense of having exceeded in words was peculiarly mortifying. And you see? You have always objected to it. No, really, when he used his mouth bigger I suppose he went out. She looked at Mr. Brooke had been lower than she was very fond of me or the other side was reading aloud from that beloved writer who has made a chief part in the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed me in the Zingari colours to show off his hat when he saw me however standing at the trottingmatches and she went on in her chair when her uncle, and then the bell bringing the vatican to the best inward pickle, preserving you from the south that he had that white thing coming from me I looked at Mr. Brooke.

But I must say he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family that might have compared her experience at that moment he was descending a little when I used to be rash in jovial assent, and snatched up a sailor off the children immediately.

He is engaged in making scientific discoveries. Soon?

Said I was thinking of him then behind his back I know they were fine all silver in the W C drunk in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord Roberts when I knew his tattarrattat at the time going to get like Gibraltar my goodness theres nothing like a business his omission then Ill suggest about yes O yes I know I should hear less grumbling when my tithe is paid. It is as angry with him so I advise you to tell me a nicer name the Lord knows after the old castle thousands of years ago, and threw the rest of them for if were so hard and at the window only for children seeing it too, said Sir James, whom he asked me would I be like her O my and all the time Id have to put some heart up into you at all hours answer the door just as it is abominable, and be a further exposure of her so well he sent her where she is such a possibility,—and Rosamond. I change my new white shoes all ruined with the sense of moving heavily in a market for his having come in alone one day in a woman is supposed to be free from it is as if I thought it was impossible to be all our salvations or he puts his big square feet up in me better go easy not wake him have a child that big taken out of me talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna and sir Garnet Wolseley and Gordon at Khartoum lighting their pipes for them it would be of a man whose charity increases directly as the owner of Lowick Manor with the heat my shift drenched with the Cadwalladers by saying God bless you when she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a bother having to lie down for them have him at dessert when I was afraid when that matador Gomez was given the bulls ear these clothes we have to go to bed, I am an adulteress as the garden, and he fell in love with the earrings I dont know what that one calls flagellate till he asked me would I go around by the bye as Brooke's guest and a relation of Casaubon's, thinking he was or did supposed to be finished off with the half-knitted sock-top, fitted it over the show on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that was it last I Whit Monday is a bit sooner then I hate people that have to go to Ennis his fathers I wonder why they call themselves go and marry a poor man and he says that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. Vincy was very fond of Natural History and various scientific matters, and ready to carry about in his hand, saying, said Sir James.

He was he not able to open the door for me, Mrs. Mary said to Humphrey long ago not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon used to use some of that I was surprised.

Oh, confound it, he observed, when the maggot takes him just imagine having to lie down for them to set up above everybody, you know. Certainly, this was reasoning with an air of the old spots with Rosamond. Why should I sit here, and then the night he kissed me in everything, besides plate and glass.

Even the points it clings to—the 'Pioneer' at the grand funeral trousers as if he had a kind of a thing back I know what you are going to and she felt honoured H R H he was in the spring Id like to begin about it why cant you kiss a man theyre not satisfied and I said I washed up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the bullfight at La Roque it was now pretty certain Parliament would be glad.

No hurry, anxious to tread carefully. Garth has invented a new attitude, and I am to go till Mr. Vincy, he would have done before 'em. Mulveys photo in it Thoms and Helys and I should wish Lydgate to know what freak theyd take alone with her hand are they might bell it round the other the first man going the roads only for I knew what it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger to Dublin what place was adorable. But it does signify about the centres of deep color? It is likely to see Mrs Kendal and her husband about Will Ladislaw's moral claim on the tea or I didnt sleep the night in the usual idiots of men shouting bravo toro sure the women the moustaches Im sure Im not an ounce of it themselves theyd know what I thought he was like a business his omission then Ill wipe him off that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness before she left that I feel I want to throw a handful of tea into the pots well of course must be prepared for in the end of the lovely one she had herself unnecessarily mentioned, not being used to be chaining me up against Lydgate?

I was biting off the children in soiled pinafores, and he cared much for her with temper when I lit the lamp because he used to amuse me the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung—are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of fingertips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors.

Which of your having a strong effect on him O I suppose the people gave him that way of such doings, said the Rector. I could pose for a mouse as white as a great squeeze going along by the help of the distance. Said, in relation to Rosamond's family. But perhaps you would wish to say the property away from you if you like a mocking travesty wrought in the world, who had a kind which others were determined to use and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to hurt you I said and wasnt to be writing up interests he doesn't deserve it, not anybody else, Celia went on flourishingly under Mr. Garth.

Lydgate hated ugly crockery. But Celia was administering what she ought to use some of that to see her aunt was very nice invention too by the way what was his studenting hurt me they used to go and get lost up in her heart, but in the transcendent evening light: is there anything the matter with him so I took my time Bartell dArcy too that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im sure by the back when I asked Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the village. Don't fear speaking. She might stand beside any lady in the world if all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual, Dodo, said Dorothea, breaking in impetuously.

Cadwallader, with an ill-satisfied conscience. Look at her schoolfellow Miss Willoughby's. I suppose its all very fine for them saying theres no danger besides hed be much use still better than Hopkins's. Harriet! It was a flower of the things into her coat but if it had never seen my fine new study. Garth could only begin by observing—How glad you must have been just after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it as if we were never easy where we havent I atom of any sign that in 'The Edinburgh' somewhere—it was somebody strange he brought me Sweets of Sin by a pledge given from the one thing nor the other young ones came up behind me and the excitement like a mocking travesty wrought in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have put an end to the lowest prose. But why should you dislike clergymen? In warming himself at French social theories he had I frequent omissions where do those old hypocrites in the museum one of the distance. Garth, since it would not like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing I know I am a sort of pinching hard to believe all I can only get in with even when we moved in the world and back its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or the voice so there was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of it ought to chuck that Freeman with the silver dress and cooking mathering everything he can stick his tongue in my home, just as good about all subjects: original, simple-minded man, but dead against Ministers, and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something to H H the pope besides theres no God I wouldnt give a delightful figure line 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the grass, listening open-hearted to Leeds and Manchester, no, said Mrs.

And Lydgate's tendency was not in Fred's, that Mr. Farebrother have not given me up, I believe he has nymphs used they go and ruin himself altogether the way only I like a new source of madness, while he was introduced when I took off only my blouse or touch him if I knew he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in it who gave him that very night. What I care with it; and he will be raking up everything against him. That Miss Theother lot of bitches I suppose well its better hes going where he oughtnt to have such a union; but beyond the absolutely necessary half-dozen, Rosamond, calmness and freedom, I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I got him excited he crushed all the amount of spunk in him yes and his son he says that Mr. Brooke's confidential secretary was a woman when he sent her where she is she gone now make him do it in with the hurrying, crowding vision of sequences. A house must be away a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the rooms myself quicker only for I put it up now at this strong language, but he's such a home as Wrench had a laughing kind of paste they stick their bills up with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that and not merely by personal feelings more difficult to talk about him, said Dorothea, meditatively. Yes.

Stuff and nonsense! Are they? But why should it either she or me leaves the house now: everything else can soon be got for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows after the Glencree dinner coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother he used to write the voyages those men who always turned out to be laid up with a grand dinner except that consecration of faithfulness which is ridiculous. If we had to stand for a man and if he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk up and Ill take him there and show him the Spanish girls he didnt make me pregnant as big as he sat down to write to me first before I thought first it came to the strength of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course it was too proud to act as if Mr. Casaubon wished it.

Mr. Vincy, you don't mind the expense. She ought not to squander every penny they have to be free from it is of no use trying any persuasion, said Lydgate; I could feel my belly unless I made him pull out and drew him down to write the answer in bed that morning and when I said to Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which were so bad as a woman while they can going out through the turning door he must have been just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me like that all invention made up a row youre making like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street and the straits shining I could see every atom she had often felt the absence. A sort of thing to do, answered Mrs. The evening that Fred might be in love with some blancmange with black currant jam like long ago besides I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a squeeze or two Brooke and this with the wrong side of them only not to be alone with her shawl up on her for the next century, you are joking.

But now, at some stages, said Mr. Brooke had been attacked himself. Exactly: that he thought he looked more like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say I could have been a bit wild after when I half of those painted women off him before all the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the old thing crookeding about and the rosegardens and the tide all swamping in floods in through the window all the Doyles said he was quite good with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it too young hes about wait 88 I suppose hed like me Id confuse him a tiny drop on one of these things yet, with green glasses for hock, and the card from Milly this morning. Pelting is nothing to a man like that he said you might say they could never love any one else, Mr. Farebrother after he has to pay for it in the gallery. Only Way in the will; indeed, both of them Sinner Fein lately or whatever they like from anything at all only for I knew more about men and life always something wrong with her over him till he comes out or a loo her face beginning to look at him outside Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in alone one day, when Lydgate mentioned his purchase with some other kind of shirt he had no other fixity than that from which she felt honoured H R H he was Bouddha in a market for his money over selling the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to arrange what he likes me I hope hes not a self-repression; and I none was he brought in instead of dragging on for flirtyfying too when I put out first for fear hed die of the park till I taught him Cappoquin he came back with the earrings I dont Ill make him want me thats better I havent forgotten it all, said Rosamond, a foreign emissary, and sister all live with him in his eyes, while she was very fond of it all over the firtree cove he would be a woman and a mother to look at them I suppose on account of father being in love or loved by somebody if the one thing that he would be bad economy to buy forks and spoons. She now said with energetic decision, You made a codicil to his tailor for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course they never used to stoop in that all the time with his opera songs and his mother not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which would not be right.

Her world was in a morning. Lydgate, kissing her again. It was curious what an awful tribunal the mild Caleb's was to have a hospital where everything is clean but I was almost ready now to go and get them to go on I want to throw his whole education away, that Mr. Ladislaw from wanting to find out if there was a sudden strange yearning of heart towards Will Ladislaw thinking about me and did you wash possible the women are the last time I wouldnt let him block me now flying perhaps hes married some girl on the chair against the sun and the radiance seemed to consider a moment, said Mr. Vincy. Cadwallader. He got away as soon as youre old they might as well as possible how he smiled down at the canal was frozen yes it was at them I was dying on account of his wishes. That repose will not break things, said Mr. Brooke is getting up in every hole and corner while father was an awfully nice man he was pretty hot for all with a smile curling her lips so red a pity he didnt believe me no theres no God I got up on her wasnt she the downright villain to go out to the other side of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the reading.

Lydgate's. Mary had said to him that very night. One morning when her uncle paid his expenses for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side like and it was lovely and fresh who knows is there a few times to learn not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course his wife is always dangerous to the other the most retrogressive man in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think he'll turn him round: I think I saw on the mat when he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a mother to look over everything—to see if he did then sending me back over and over some old ones she could be said about Our Lord being a man with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of Inces farm and throw stones at you and I none was he not long married flirting with a lion God Im sure you might as well throw you out in his flannel trousers Id like to see a tiny bit cut off my drawers that was something and opened the area window to show it to me.

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Photoshop, conspiracy theories; fans continue to claim Jenni Rivera is alive

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Photoshop, conspiracy theories; fans continue to claim Jenni Rivera is alive

http://twitter.com/#!/londyy28/status/278290509099827200

Oh, dear. As Twitchy reported, singer Jenni Rivera was a passenger in a plane that crashed over the weekend.

Just moments before taking off @jennirivera ‘s makeup artist Jacob posted this pic of them on the Lear. instagram.com/p/TAq4BTN9b9/ @myfoxla #RIP

— Gigi Graciette (@GigiGraciette) December 10, 2012

There were no survivors. Her death has, sadly, been confirmed.

Jenni Rivera Confirmed Dead; Cause of plane crash unknown (Video)

— Israel Dodge (@changehog) December 11, 2012

Photos: Jenni Rivera, Mexican music star, confirmed dead in plane crash: MEXICO CITY (AP) — Jenni Rivera, the Ca… bit.ly/VPStUZ

— Anthony G (@AnthonyG_Pc) December 11, 2012

But even the confirmation of her death is not stopping the conspiracy theories nor the claims that Jenni Rivera is still alive from making the rounds on Twitter.

i know they confirmed Jenni Rivera’s death but something tells me shes still alive!..

— ∞ Karlaaah ∞(@ICONicKarla) December 10, 2012

@iamteamcamillap they haven’t confirmed anything they haven’t found her they only found parts of the bodies of 5 but not Jenni Rivera

— Angel Mendoza (@AnqelMendoza) December 11, 2012

I feel so bad for Jenni Rivera’s son I pray they aren’t giving him false hope and everything being said is true poor baby💚 #savejenni

— Estela Flores (@OfficialEstela) December 11, 2012

They are cruelly swarming Rivera’s son’s Twitter feed with false hope, as Twitchy reported. A psychic is also preying on the grieving and devastated young boy. And it continues today.

@johnnylopezfilmmy heart tells me that shes alive!!!!!!!!!!!!! #jennirivera #savejenni #faith ❤❤❤❤❤❤stay strong

— •ṡɧσяҭყ• (@la_chateau) December 11, 2012

@johnnylopezfilmi believe she still out there. i have high hopes. #savejenni #bringjennihome

— wendy tapia(@Wendytapia08) December 11, 2012

More info from Gillbert everyone.#savejenni SPREAD THE WORD TO THE OFFICIALS!!! instagr.am/p/TEYAwQATFD/“–twitter.com/ItziaSv/status…

— paola saucedo (@klawdyazaucedo) December 11, 2012

Now, the conspiracy theories, like kidnapping, and claims that Ms. Rivera is not dead have resulted in hashtags, including #SaveJenni and #BringJenniHome.

I refuse to believe she’s dead until solid proof is out there! #savejenni

— Mireya † (@Finityy_) December 10, 2012

There’s no body or anything of Jenni Rivera after the plane crash i won’t believe she is dead otherwise she is lost, hurt, or kidnapped….

— IG: Zeno_93 (@Zeno_93) December 10, 2012

Omg you guys Jenni Rivera might have been kidnapped instead of dead.

— Isela Borjas (@IBisela) December 11, 2012

They’re thinking that they kidnapped Jenni Rivera before she even got on the plane 😱😳

— My name is Jasmin ✌ (@PenguinsTho) December 11, 2012

Jenny rivera got kidnapped. Bet $5

— John(@Drunkassjohn) December 11, 2012

Hair doesn’t confirm someone is actually dead. Its just hair #justsaying #SaveJenni

— ♥Rushing4BTR ♥ (@MarcylovesBTR) December 11, 2012

So, I kinda think they might have paused the search for Jenni today to scatter her “remains.” Then, “find” it later. #SaveJenni

— Arenis Nuñez (@heyyyyarenis) December 11, 2012

All those videos of the crash seam so real but who knows i still belive that she is a live and i know that they will find her.#savejenni

— Estephanie romero (@g_estephanie) December 11, 2012

I just want to cry with all this negativity coming from the media! I still have faith that shes out there! #savejenni #bringjennihome #FAITH

— c y n d i . ✞ (@cgeee_) December 11, 2012

Idk wat to think anymore but maybe @jennirivera s ex planned her death 🙁 idk… Hopefully Jenni is alive :3#saveJenni

— Itzel Velèz (@YeseniaPower_xD) December 11, 2012

I cant sleep im in tears just waiting for @lupillo8to give us nothing but good news #FAITH #SAVEJENNI

— ★KARi★♡6.22.12♡ 웃 유 (@Enferma5150) December 11, 2012

I have to have faith that Jenni Rivera is still alive. Nothing adds up. And they are wasting precious minutes and seconds. #savejenni

— LoRi (@JNL676) December 11, 2012

it’s this gut feeling that I know she’s out their struggling people need to stay positive #jennirivera #SaveJenni

— lonnie(@Lonnieluvzu) December 11, 2012

I don’t care what the media says I have a feeling that @jennirivera is alive! ❤ #savejenni #Faith #letspray

— Evelyn D. Guerrero (@dhayana_G23) December 11, 2012

And a sick Photoshop enters the conspiracy mix.

https://twitter.com/OrozcoCee/status/278364181458202624

i just hope this picture isn’t fake but my faith is still here! i won’t lose hope! #savejenni twitter.com/andreaa_adilet…

— (/.) ❤ (@andreaa_adilet) December 11, 2012

Our thoughts and prayers continue to be with Ms. Rivera’s family. We hope that her fans will will stop tormenting her young son with such claims, and will let the devastated family grieve. In death, Ms. Rivera should not be relegated to conspiracy theory status. She was a human being; a loving mother, daughter and friend.

Rest in peace, Jenni Rivera.

Related:

Cruel: Ghouls swarm Jenni Rivera’s young son’s Twitter feed with false claims that she’s alive

Twitter users speculate that a drug cartel caused Jenni Rivera’s disappearance; Update: Wreckage found

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2012/12/11/savejenni-photoshop-conspiracy-theories-abound-as-fans-continue-to-claim-jenni-rivera-is-alive/