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This is my entry for @jtargaryen18​​’s Haunted House 2020 Challenge. Mine was Sam Wilson. Credit for dividers goes to @firefly-graphics​. Check them out!

Summary: You’ve always loved Halloween, especially the haunted house at the edge of the woods. So happens when the ‘Star Spangled Trio’ enters the mix?

Pairing: Demon King!Sam Wilson x  Black!Reader (Fem)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 3,054

Warning: Kidnapping, Forced Marriage, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Stalking, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Torture, and Non-Con/Dub-Con Smut. You have been warned.

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You’ve always loved Halloween. It was your birthday and the haunted house at the edge of the woods gave the best spooks and thrills. It was your first Halloween after undergrad and this year was different.

The Star Spangled Trio were celebrity guests and they were bringing two of the old rooms back!

It took you six days to get a ticket. You tried getting one online, every shop in town, but got nothing.

Finally, a new face at the library took pity on you and gave you the last ticket along with a book on demon folklore. You thanked the new librarian and rushed out of the building. Had you looked back you would’ve noticed a smirk on their face and their sclera and pupils turning black and gold respectively.

Halloween—the day of your birth—was here, and it was shit. Your toothbrush broke, your car refused to start, the job that you desperately wanted was dashed by yet another rejection email, and both your student loan and rent checks bounced. You just need to get through today.

You missed the cutoff, but got in because the person working the line was a family friend. Anxiously, you wait in line wondering how the haunted house in your small ass town managed to nab the Star Spangled Trio when you noticed the excited expressions of the people leaving. Now you’re super anxious.

By the time you entered the haunted house, you’re doing the breathing exercises to calm yourself. This was it! You were finally going to meet your all time heroes (and possible spank bank entries)!

The first few rooms were your typical haunted house fare which you loved, but were secondary to your excitement in seeing your heroes. Maybe you could get an autograph and hug from them!

You were about to follow the person in front of you into the haunted house’s hospital room when you noticed a light flickering to your left. It revealed a door done in the Neo-classical design with some Latin text engraved in the middle (had you studied Latin , you would’ve known that the text read “Reveal yourself, my beloved”).

Opening the door, you saw that it lead to the Hall of Mirrors. This part of the haunted house was always a favorite of yours, but both the itinerary and the ticket worker said that it was closed this year. The hall itself was chillingly quite and pristine as if no one else had stepped foot inside this season.

All of the mirrors looked standard for the haunted house; some of them made you laugh or briefly catch your breath. The one at the end of the hall caught you off-guard. It was at least 12ft (about 3.66m) high with intricate carvings of characters out of dark folklore and a single diagonal slit.

You were about to turn away when you saw nothing thinking it was a small haunted house joke at your expense when the mirror flashed.

In your place was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, but it still looked like you..sort of. Your hair was long, luxurious and gently flowing. Your eyebrows, eyelashes, and nails were immaculate. Your nose was adorably broad and your lips were sensually full (the type of full women would shell hundred’s if not thousands of dollars for). You wore a diadem with thick gold chains ladened with diamonds, onyx, and rubies and around your neck was a ruby and onyx amulet. You were dressed in a loose, yet sleeveless form-fitting Vivaldi red gown with hints of fiery red and a thin rosewood colored shoulder veil connected to the dress by a ruby broach in the middle of your cleavage.

You looked about four or five inches taller and the mirror version of you made you feel nervous about your curves being out on display.

Curious, you reached out to touch the mirror. Your hand was less than a centimeter away when your mirrored self opened it eyes. Suddenly, it grew curved horns and its eyes glowed pale gold.

The mirrored version of you grabbed your outstretched arm and dragged you through the mirror all while you screamed hoping someone would come to your rescue, but to no avail.

Samael, or ‘Sam’ was notified of your departure and the trio had to excuse themselves from the festivities to congratulate Sam on finding his bride.

You woke up with a start and shout clawing the air but stopped once you realized that you weren’t falling anymore. Instead, you were in a huge, opulent room filled with treasures that not even Windsor Castle had. Curiosity seemed to have taken hold of you because you walked out onto the connecting balcony to find that you were on a different planet/dimension/realm, whatever!

There were floating landmasses (the smallest of which was the size of your small town) and five planets ranging from Moonbow Gold to Venetian Red in color.

You thought about where the fuck you were and how you could get back home when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

The source of the voice was a demon with Antique Ruby skin with reddish gray undertones and Cinnabar and Rosewood colored hair. She had two short outward curved horns with a gold chain and aquamarine teardrop connecting them. Her eyes were an inviting aqua blue eyes with a dark red sclera.

“Hello! My name is Scheherazade, but you can call me Sherry. I’m your Lady in Waiting. I’ve brought some food.” Sherry offered as she set the tray of food on a small table next to a dresser.

You smiled cautiously at your new elevated handmaiden,”Do you know why I’m-”

“Oh, I almost forgot! We need to get you ready for your presentation!”

The Fuck?!

“What do you mean ‘presentation’?,” you asked as nicely as possible, but reality came out more like a demand.  

Sherry stopped her ministrations and faced you,”Well, when the monarch, crown prince, or princess declares their mate, they are presented to the royal court,” she then returned to her task of finding a suitable dress for you not catching the mortified expression on your face.

This day can’t get any worse. Wait?

“What time is it?”

“Oh, yes, It’s pretty much always night here. The sun only comes out for three hours. Would you look at the time! Everyone’s waiting!”

“One last question,” you started as Sherry began dressing you,”Who am I marrying?”

“Why my second cousin, King Samael, one of the Three Demon Kings,  of course!”

You fought the impulse to faint.

It took thirty minutes for Sherry to make you look unrecognizable. Thankful for her assistance, you followed the floating torches to the throne room. The throne room was an enormous room with high wide vaulted arches, delicately carved pillars and columns, and a small bridge connecting the ground at the door to the center. The court comprised of beautiful yet fearsome demons of all shapes and sizes.

The king himself was seated on a grand, ornate throne atop a huge dais with at least 25 steps. He seemed familiar.

As soon as you were passed the threshold, the king raised his head and everyone stopped talking and cleared a path for you. Several courtiers whispered as you striddled towards the dais. When you finally reached the dais, the king got off his throne and walked down the steps to greet you.

You almost face-palmed. The king was Sam Wilson! Or at least, looked like him.  

Sam for his part was devastatingly handsome. He had a tall, powerful build, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, muscular thighs, short well-kept hair and beard with surprisingly kind eyes.  

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Sam uttered as he pulled you in for a hug. You could’ve sworn he sniffed your hair, but you didn’t want to go into that right now.

“Everyone!” The court turned to the throne,” Thank you for coming. I have finally found my bride. We will be married tomorrow night!” Sam exclaimed to thunderous cheers and applause. He slipped on a magnificent ruby and diamond engagement ring with a black gold band.

You could not believe this, “I can’t-,” you started, but Sam discreetly grabbed your wrist, “Pre-wedding jitters,” and led you to a side room.

You expected him to hit or yell at you like so many other royals in a similar setting, but instead he gave a sad smile and asked if you were truly happy in your old life. You thought about your crushing debt, little to no job prospects, both parents dead, no friends and you had to admit your life did suck, but he didn’t get to decide.

Disappointed, Sam casted a small compliance spell and pulled you in for a kiss. Your pupils blew out in lust and you lost yourself. When he finally decided to break for air, Sam stated that you will be his bride and he will not be denied any longer. You smiled and gave him a short but passionate kiss. He moaned but had to end it before he went too far.

Tomorrow night he promised himself.

He quickly called for Sherry to return you  to your quarters.

Sherry woke you up the next ‘morning’ with a small army of beauty experts and maids.

“Rise and shine, Your Grace! We’ve got a bride to present!” Sherry proclaimed.

Damn it! It wasn’t a nightmare.

They managed to stuff you into a marvel of a wedding dress. It was a Torch Red long-sleeved mermaid wedding dress with soft yet detailed lace work made to look like an enchanted forest, diamond, dark ruby and pearl beads, and a floor length train. On your head was a black gold spiked sunburst goddess with deep ruby roses and a simple ruby teardrop chain that rested on your forehead, the ends of which were wrapped around your horns.

“Not even Lilith could compare, Your Grace!” Sherry gushed at her handiwork.

The wedding procession and ceremony was done in a swift fashion as Sam didn’t want to wait much longer. The vows were short as well. You wanted to object, call for help, anything but a voice in the back of your mind beat you to it.  

A couple hours into the wedding festivities, Sam announced that it was time for he and his new queen to retire and led you to his quarters. It’s the fanciest suite you’ve ever seen dripping with luxurious reds, violets, and obsidian.

In all your awing of Sam’s quarters, you failed to notice him approaching you in only a simple loose shirt and trousers. He gently put his hands on your exposed shoulders,”Alone at last, my love.”

You recoiled, “Can’t we wait for a few days? It’s just…” you trailed off as soon as his jovial expression vanished replaced with something darker and hungrier.

“I’ve waited for so long to have you here with me, love,”  Sam confessed while you moved towards the exit,”and I will not be denied any longer!”

In an instant, Sam pulled you in for a demanding kiss. He pushed his tongue past your lips moaning when your tongue tepidly danced with his own and from the sweet taste of your mouth. He pushed you onto a bed that had to three times the size of a California King and his lips moved jaw and neck, egged on by needy whimpers and moans.

He took his time ripping off your gown, enjoying the view like a child on Christmas, ”Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Utter perfection,” Sam murmured as he watched your breasts bounced free. He alternated between sucking and pinching your nipples with his hands and mouth,”I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered in your left ear and he continued to play with your breasts like a concert-level musician. All the while moaned and cried out feeling pleasure you never thought possible.

Once satisfied with his handiwork with your chest, Sam’s hands roamed over your stomach and hips followed by strategically placed butterfly kisses that made you squirm. He tore off the last of your wedding gown causing you to hiss at the sudden sensation of cold air touching your pussy.

You used your last bit of willpower to plead, “Please stop! I’ve never-,” Sam stopped and raised his head to look at you.

“I know, love. I’ll be your first and only,” and with that, he gives your folds one long, slow lick and growled at your sweet and tangy taste, “I’ve wondered how you’d taste. You’re even better than the best Kharian wine. I could get used to this.”

He dove back in and played your pussy for all it was worth. His tongue worked its magic stroking and circling your clit sending you higher and higher into euphoria. Sam kept you right on the edge of an orgasm, just enough to beg for release.

“Say you’re mine!,” you mewled in response, to blissed out to use words. “Say it or I’ll leave!”

“Please let me cum, My King!” you cried out when he thrusted two fingers into your pussy.

“That’s a good girl. Now,”Sam started as he vigorously rubbed your pussy,”cum for me, love.”

Your orgasm came like a tsunami and Sam made sure finish his feast.

You got out of your post-oral haze to see Sam looming over in all his naked glory. His body must’ve been made by the gods because it was divine. His frame was an ode to sexiness wrapped in sinful warm sepia skin.

Sam caught you biting your lower lip and cocked his head, “Like what you see?”

Damn that cocky bastard, but damn if he wasn’t right. Part of you wanted to fuck his brains out…and that was before you saw his cock. Standing proud and erect with angry veins, his cock had to be the biggest you’ve ever seen (not like you had much exposure, just a few pornos).

Sam crawled up to you, lifted your chin and gave a soft kiss on the lips sensing your unease, “Relax, love,” He then lined his cock to your entrance and slid in as gently as he could.

You hissed from the pain, he was just so damn big. Sam praised you on how well you fit around him like ‘you were made for him’. Once the pain subsided, you bucked your hips into his causing him to moan at the sensation. He smiled at your eagerness and picked up the pace, making his thrusts come out to just the tip was in you and slamming back into you. You cried out his name each time he filled you to the hilt, pleading with him to go faster. Soon he reached your G-Spot causing to orgasm again, this time with you crossing your eyes and coming with a squirt.

Not too long after your second orgasm, Sam came with an otherworldly roar and glowing bright gold eyes shooting rope after rope of thick cum into your womb. He then flipped you onto your stomach and forced you onto your hands and knees so that he could take you from behind.

He got ten orgasms from you, each one more mind-blowing than the last. Once he was satisfied, he let you sleep.

“Soon you will be round with my seed, and we will have many children. I can’t wait.”

Ah hour after you closed your eyes, Sam left his, now yours, quarters. “Make sure she doesn’t leave,” he orders the guards although, he’s confident that she’s not going anywhere with the way he hammered her.

He strode down the corridors until he reached the dungeon. There, he found a rather nice looking apartment-style cell with only one prisoner, your mother.

“I’ve taken your daughter. Do you want to see her before you go?”

You see, Samael, Mikael (Bucky), and Stelios (Steve) were demon warlords who began conquering kingdoms left and right 1200yrs ago. They fought their way to the last free kingdom, Kharan. By the time your grandparents were brought before them, they had killed your uncle, the heir to the throne. The king and queen begged for their lives and the kingdom to be spared.

The trio agreed on one condition: if the next child the queen bears is a girl, then she would be Sam’s mate (Mikael and Stelios already had mates).

The king reluctantly agreed. The queen gave birth four months later to a girl, but she was in demon form. The queen had two of her most trusted attendants spirit the child away to another realm and raised her as their own.

Sam had your grandparents slaughtered and razed Kharan to the ground for their trickery. No matter, he was immortal. He would bide his time.

Eventually, your mother was told about her true parentage and form. She learned to control her powers, found love and she too was with child.

Sam found her a week before she went into labor and said that it was time to collect. She promised you in her stead immediately in hopes that it would buy her some time.

It did. She was able to pass you, a cambion, off to a friend of hers who wanted a child but couldn’t conceive and gave Sam a fake baby. He had your mother thrown into the dungeons.

Sam searched for you, but discovered that your mother put a cloaking spell on you. So, he approached your mother with a deal: her freedom for you becoming his mate.

It took your mother three years of torture for her to say yes.

Once the spell was lifted, Sam went to work. He made sure your adopted parents had a little ‘accident’ when you were old enough to take care of yourself, made sure that no one would want to hire you, and saddled you with debt. He even got Mikael and Stelios to pose as ‘The Star Spangled Trio’ with him to finally get you to the Hall of Mirrors.

Your mother bowed her head in shame, “No. It’s best for her to believe that I don’t exist.”

Sam unlocked the cell door with a simple spell, “You’re free to go. Have a nice life,” and returned to his quarters to be with his mate and queen.

Your mother took one last look at the palace,”I’m sorry, my little moon and stars,” and disappeared into the night.

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Bughead Appreciation Day 1 Except It’s Day 2

So I spent yesterday nice and cozy in bed and put this off (good choice, tbh, I was very snug as a bug), but now, now comes the time for me to gush about some people in the fandom!  This is definitely not a comprehensive list, I have absolutely left some people out because I am very forgetful, but, in no particular order and under a cut because I’m a wordy bitch:

@tory-b: A delight and a dear, leading writer of monsterfucker!Betty, co-runner of @riverdaleprideandjoyzine, a legend and a friend, we have no choice but to stan.  Her stuff is so good and varied and just *chef’s kiss* a delight, two favorites of mine are Fangs/com/Match (Betty/dragon!Jughead meet via monsterfucker Tinder, has some great friendship moments with Kevin and Veronica and is v sexy and funny, features the horniest Betty) and Sticky Sweet Serenade ((past)-friends-to-enemies-to-lovers bughead, mixes up some statuses in Riverdale, excellent mystery, I remember reading it and going, “holy shit, a believable take on Northside!Jughead”).  I’ve also gotta mention Whats in a Name? (Betty and Jughead meet on tumblr, Betty writes poetry and Jughead is a shitposter, they slowly connect, it’s great) and To Balance the Scales (scientist!Betty/mermaid!Jughead, currently a slow build, I cannot wait for you guys to see the excellent worldbuilding she’s done).  I could keep going, or you could binge all her fics today, an excellent use of your Saturday, I assure you, because I’ve left a lot out.

@stillhidden: Always good for some great thoughts on the show, one of the best reasons for my your thoughts on Riverdale please show them to me tag, I get psyched every time I see a Riverdale text post or ask answer because I know I’m in for a good time.  Thoughtful and funny and nice, what a combo!

@satelliteinasupernova: So talented!  Author, artist, co-runner of @riverdaleprideandjoyzine, funny, haver of good thoughts on Riverdale is there anything she can’t do?  No, there is not.  Every time I see her art I’m like !!!, the colors! how well-drawn the hands are! the accuracy of their hair! the backgrounds! the way I can see the love in their eyes! I cannot even, there are no words.  Also!  Her fics!  So original!  One of my earliest memories in the fandom is reading The town called Riverdale (a sort of mystery about the meta fuckery going down in Riverdale, explores time loops, stories that control lives, the roles the Archie characters are “supposed” to have, a mash-up with concepts in Princess Tutu that requires zero knowledge of Princess Tutu) and going !!! is this a Princess Tutu mash-up?  Have I been #blessed enough to see a mash up between Riverdale, a story that fucks with archetypes, and Princess Tutu, one of the shows about fucking with archetypes and the way stories ontrol lives?  I was and I am and I raved to my non-fandom but Princess Tutu liker friend about it.  Has also wonderfully tackled eldritch horror in return to Eldervair and gothic horror/romance in The Lady of the Manor, does fluff, does angst, does it all, so go check her out!

@go-ldy: An angst and time skip queen, tbh, and always has some great thoughts on Riverdale, another reason I’m glad I have that tag.  Every time she answers an ask, I’m like, “Yesss, incoming Good Thoughts, I am HERE for this”.  But do not sleep on her as an author!  Into the Deep is some delightful dark!bughead, and I’ll walk with you in the shadows is such good time skip angst and a mystery and there’s a certain surprise I love but is a spoiler but you simply must read this, you must.  The Time after Time series is giving us that good angst bughead content that season 5 is not going to, and I’m so glad it exists and just thrilled that she trusted me to beta it.  I’m leaving a lot of stuff out though, so you should go check her out!

@milajovovich: One of the best gif makers in the fandom, I will fight you on this.  Makes absolute miracles with footage, the way she makes season 4 webrips look like they’re actual blurayrips is godly, they’re so crisp and so smooth and the coloring is always great.  And like, jesus, the way the bluray footage looks?  Fucking outstanding, the talent is off the charts.  Go marvel at their gifs, go, go.

@imreallyloveleee: A prolific, talented author and funny to boot!  loveleee is one of the people who has been here since the beginning, a mainstay in the fandom, and we are so, so lucky she hasn’t left.  How do I even begin to rec you some of her stuff?  She can write smut with fics like burn, baby (a 3x16 missing moment of bughead fucking in the car as the trailer burns, what a gift to the fandom, I can’t even), is queen of pining with fics like boy problems (season 1 post 1x05 canon divergence, a bughead get together but with that quality pining) and her i’m just a shot away series (two fics, one from Jughead’s POV and one from Betty’s, that are fully of pining and sexual tension and miscommunication and major teenage vibes, you gotta read them), and writer of one of the funniest fics in the fandom and one of my favorite, like spirits in the night (the core four + Kevin perform a seance to contact Jason Blossom and yes, it is just as funny as it sounds, perhaps even funnier).  And there are countless others, so settle in and go check her out because she does it all, fluff and angst too, I just don’t have time to rec them all.

@meditationonbaaal: Absolutely one of my all-time favorite fic authors, like across fandoms, the talent, I cannot even properly describe it, like the quality of the prose, amazing, iconic.  the devil’s daughter (a season 2 rewrite with some differences in season 1, jumps back and forth through time in the best way, has the best and creepiest dark!Jughead, has some great smut that includes dom!Betty and dom!Jughead can you believe we are so blessed, such a good rewrite of season 2, and you know how I love season 2, so that is some high praise, let me tell you) is easily in my top 10 all-time favorite fics across the many, many fandoms I’ve read many, many fics of, and you simply must check it out, you will not be disappointed.  develop, stop, fix just blew me away as a kink week fic of bughead playing with bdsm in a dark room, the layers, the smut, the trust, the feelings, I cannot even.  And doll parts!  doll parts is so good, just such an amazing take on drop dead gorgeous, a fabulous Jughead and Betty as per usual, dare I say even better than an already fantastic movie.  I am behind on loose lips sink ships, but I can already tell it’s going to be a great exploration of the Stonies and a great take on season 4.  Keep an eye on her stuff here and here, do not miss out!

@dieqohargreeves:  An icon and legend in gif making, just makes the most beautiful and intricate and creative gifs.  The coloring is amazing, the techniques are amazing, that shit is Art, I will fight you on this.  You gotta check ‘em out, you just gotta, I can’t do their work justice.

@sullypants:  The wit!  The humor!  The observational skills!  The talent, my god!  Sully is the genius behind @bettycooperoutfitwatch and @riverdalearthistory as well as a fabulous writer of both meta and fic, yet another excellent reason for me to keep up with others’ thoughts on Riverdale.  Her a comic miniverse series is so funny and sweet and such a great take on the Archie Comics version of bughead, and the after-party series (Betty and Jughead attend a, well, prom after party, and the events that happen, and I am not doing it justice, but it is v good, I promise) has such a great vibe and such great characterization.  And young adult friction (librarian!Jughead is in a kind of competition with librarian!Betty, it’s so funny and so great) is such a delight, and we do not have time to get into everything great she’s written, but go check it out here.

@lilibug--xx: The queen of bughead smut, can you believe she has graced us with her stuff?  It is steamy and it is in character and it is amazing.  Dark Cherry Chutney is still a fandom favorite of mine, just some great dark!bughead who are unaware of each other’s darkness (but oh, they find out!) as well as some excellent smut.  And Pressed for Time (Betty teasing Jughead with her skirts in an effort to get him to fuck her and he is barely holding on until he isn’t, alternating POVs in the best way) is sexy af but makes you work for it, it’s a delight.  And give you mine (Betty and Jughead fuck at work and it is so hot, I can’t even) is so goddamn good, just some of the best dom!Jughead out there.  Has also written monsterfucker!Betty, which you know I’m a fan of, in once upon a midnight (werewolf-hunter!Betty/werewolf!Jughead with sex pollen where she does not shy away from some wolfy-ness and it is hot af) and has written monsterfucker!Jughead, a rarity but always a delight, with reap what you sow (witch!Jughead/undine!Betty and Betty is so delightfully otherworldly and it is so sexy but also sweet), and there are countless other smut fics, we would be here all day if I went through them all, so you gotta check her out here.  One more thing though: she can also write fluff with Lemon Drops and Chocolate Chips, a sweet fic of Betty and Jughead as neighbors that you should definitely check out.

@thatiranianphantom:  Funny and thoughtful and talented and has correct opinions on musicals!  Writes such good explorations of post-4x17 (and post-4x17 adjacent) scenarios.  Like, the we are a masterpiece series is v good and so interesting, and no one else is singing my song is such great angst as a post-4x17 fic and a great use of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend songs.  I am forgetting a lot of stuff, I know I am, and I think I might be behind like a fool, so let’s go check out all her stuff together here, yes?  Yes.  Also?  Great for Riverdale speculation, especially about the season 5 musical episode.

@heartunsettledsoul:  So talented, queen of canon missing moments, and funny to boot!  I love reading her liveblogging of the episodes, and I cannot recommend her stuff enough.  Her Forgotten Moments series of canon missing moments is iconic, you must go read all of it, especially there’s witchcraft in your hips, a post-2x13 fic of Betty and Jughead being such teenagers and Jughead being a dweeb about his cheerleader girlfriend and I am not doing it justice but you gotta go read it, man, you gotta.  But the series is full of gems from the beginning with Midnight Silence (Betty and Jughead talk post-1x04 about the Grundy debacle and it’s such a delight) and going all the way through to the most recent it might’ve been a nightmare (a 4x12 through 4x16 fic that gives me a wide range of emotions and is fantastic) and your eyes look like coming home (Betty’s diary entries throughout season 1, simply inspired).  But she’s also so good at AUs!  a dark world aches (for a splash of the sun) is already looking so good as a bughead mystery with some varchie fun on the side, just some quality core four content, and won’t be the same (if you’re not here with me) is a favorite of fake dating, Christmas, and there was only one bed, just the best tropefest.  And there are so, so many more, so you must check her out here.

@lovedinapastlife: She writes such a variety of AUs, I am just in awe of them all!  The talent, I am amazed.  The dark!bughead in The Society is peak dark!bughead with a simply iconic yandere!Betty, and you are seriously missing out if you have not read it yet.  Oh, and there’s some more dark!Jughead with a side of dark!Betty in the key to harm(ony) that you must check out because it’s such a great ride and is sexy, what more could you want?  Every movie AU she does really takes the source material and makes it her own from works You Drive Me Crazy (but I'm gonna keep on loving you), based on Drive Me Crazy and definitely better than the movie, to the most recent to all the boys (but especially you), based on To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and just so sweet.  But also can write otherworldly fics like Heart’s Desire with genie!Betty and The Second Coming with fae!Jughead, as well as regular aus like Detention (Betty and Jughead in detention and it gets a little sexy but also quite cute), and pure porn like Eye of the Beholder (Betty and Jughead as sorcerers who hook up over sorcerer Tinder and it is sexy but also sweet), as well as some of the best ABO in fandom with her A/B/O Mine series (alpha!Jughead/omega!Betty in high school and holy shit is it hot as hell).  I am only just skimming the surface here, so definitely go check her out!

@kyloren aka @jughead-jones:  Mila is so talented at making gifs, like goddamn, and also so funny, but I bet you didn’t know that she also has written some damn good fic!  She hides it, but it is out there and it is very good, my favorite being let me hang my hook on your splendor, a fandom fave of a Scooby-Doo au that is so much more thoughtful and clever with its casting, and also very amusing, you must check out the rest of her stuff here.

@elizabethbettscooper: A delightful person and a delightful writer who is largely retired from the bughead fandom but still such a talent, like seriously.  Her Twin Peaks Riverdale AU The Past Dictates the Future is so good, you simply must check it out, like you must.  And yours was the first face i saw is such a fun AU of “what if Betty’s crush on Archie was a front for her crush on Jughead”, you must go read it.  And holy shit, her i may be bad (but i’m perfectly good at it) series is peak dom!Jughead/sub!Betty taking place when they’re in college and fucking in so many varied ways, like if you are into that, you must go read these fics, you must, you will have a great and sexy, sexy time.  And there’s so much more good stuff, you gotta go read it all here.

@bettycreeper: She does so much for the fandom and she makes such gorgeous gifs!  Like, the coordination she does on the @bugheadfamily server and @bugheadfanfictionawards and @riverdale-events and probably elsewhere cannot be understated, she is such a valuable presence in the fandom.  And have you seen her gifs?  Gorgeous quality, just gorgeous, and her movie poster gifs for fics are simply inspired.  Also?  She’s an amazing beta, just outstanding.

@stillscape: A very thoughtful person and excellent writer who I can’t seem to tag.  Dianthus Caryophyllus is still one of my favorite fics in the fandom, a high school bughead fic with some amazing pining from Jughead with an oblivious Betty, I can feel it, it’s so good.  And of course there’s Ninia, an amazing take on the soulmates trope, just so good, I cannot do it justice, you must check it out.  The for the life of me series is also such a good AU for Betty and Jughead getting together pre-Riverdale at a summer internship, I have such fond memories of it.  And la peste (the plague)!  So good, I cannot even.  We don’t have time for everything, except you should make time and go check all of it out here.

@theheavycrown:  God, where would we be without Sarah?  She does so much work for the @bugheadfamily and @bugheadfanfictionawards and @riverdale-events and @riverdalecentral and I’m probably forgetting some, tbh.  And so sweet and talented!  Her gifs are fantastic and so are her fics.  Like, Rain Comes Down (Betty and Jughead fucking in the car on the side of the road while cars drive by)?  Iconic, some amazing exhibitionism.  you had me howling(Betty in heat in the woods and then Jughead finds her and fucking ensues)? Fantastic ABO, so horny, so desperate.  Beneath the Silver Moon Rising?  Excellent dom!Jughead, excellent sexy times.  You must go check out all of her stuff here, you must.

@50shades-of-bughead:  Just some of the absolute cutest art that you must check out, especially their series of dark!bughead that is just fantastic.

@thepointoftheneedle: The variety of work here is phenomenal, the talent, I cannot.  Took my ridiculous double fake marriage/draft-dodging concept and turned it into an excellent, thoughtful period piece with phenomenal characterization and a great mystery with Never No Locomotive, I cannot recommend it enough.  And Ghosts and Clouds and Nameless Things (ghost!Jughead/grieving-dead-Jughead!Betty with a side of mystery) gave me so many emotions, I think I almost cried, and I am not a crier, I assure you.  Hey Pixie Dream Girl, I’m Coming for Your Man! (Betty in her bookstore saves Jughead from his date with a Manic Pixie Dream Girl) is so delightfully funny, and Sunflowers (Betty and Jughead share a working space and fall in love) is so goddamn cute.  I have actually found myself behind on her work, which is a crime, it all looks so amazing and I know it will be, and you must check all of it out with me here.

@hellodinoflower:  Such an amazing presence in the fandom, such a delight, so clever and funny.  She ran @bugheaddrabblechallenge this past summer and gave us all so much joy in the process, and, while her fics are deleted now (as is her right), I promise you that they were amazing, you all missed out if you slept on her.  She’s such a great follow, you gotta follow her.

@bluevelvetvideo:  A delighful soul, great character insight, great writing.  Like, her smut is fantastic, have you read Arsenal (a double feature of Betty and Jughead fooling around in public and then having some sexytimes back in private with some quality dom!Jughead, let me tell you, v steamy)?  Because you should.  Christmas Lights (Jughead ties Betty up with their Christmas lights, it’s fantastically sexy) is a delight, and you can’t blame gravity (for falling in love) is a very fun take on soulmates and soulmarks, and you simply must go read it.  She is a master of smut, let me tell you, and you must check out all her stuff here.  Also?  An excellent beta, 10/10, I’m so lucky to have her.

@a-true-janian-reply:  Very funny, has excellent thoughts on Riverdale!  Like, truly, every time I see an original text post or a reblog from her, I am PSYCHED because it’s always going to be SO GOOD.

@writeradamanteve:  Such great talent across genres, really impressive.  Drive (illegal drag racing Betty and college student but former-ish Serpent Jughead, just fantastic) is one of my earliest fandom favorites, I remember excitedly telling my non-fandom friend about it because I thought it was so clever, and we all know how good Daemon Bound is, yes?  Yes, I’m sure we do.  Let’s go make sure we’ve read all her stuff here.

@thugheadjones:  Has some great insights, some great responses to dumb anons, and some fantastic art, like holy shit, I cannot even.

@bugggghead:  A delightful soul, so nice, so talented.  Writes some amazing smut, like, have you read intimately acquainted (alpha!Jughead/omega!Betty, meeting up on an app to help Betty with her heat in a heat retreat, four chapters of excellent smut)?  Because you should if you’re even kind of interested in ABO.  And en pointe is the bughead knifeplay fic of dreams, you gotta check it out.  And there are so many other ones, we do not have time to cover them all.  She also does cute fics, btw, and Message Me (fanfic-author-who-is-actually-the -real-author!Jughead/gif-maker-and-fangirl!Betty meet on tumblr and fall in love and it’s great) is such a delight, definitely go check it out.  In fact, go check out all her stuff here.  Also a fantastic beta, I really owe her for that.

@heavy-lies-the-crown:  A talented soul who has written so much high quality fic, from the hilarious red ribbon winner (a Christmas fic comedy that I cannot describe well but I assure you is both hilarious and sweet) to the emotional and moving road to me (Betty and Jughead break up, find themselves, and come back together and it’s perfection) to the heart-ripping angst of apizza (a semi post-4x17-speculation fic of bughead together but apart at Yale and the way they will come back together and it is so good and so angsty) to many, many more.  You gotta go check it all out here.

@lurker-no-more:  Yet another funny person, we as a fandom are so blessed, you must check them out, you just must.

@iconic-ponytail:  Another excellent writer!  a revelation in the light of day is SUCH a great slowburn and  SUCH a great take on both FBI!Betty and Sheriff!Jughead and the two of them falling in love as adults.  Also, the side varchie is fantastic, and the mystery is amazing.  I have not yet checked out the nighthawks, but I already know it’s going to be good, I can tell, you can trust this author to be quality, so go check all of her stuff out here.

@soyforramen:  Funny!  Very funny!  Also?  Writes some great ficlets that are, I think, exclusive to tumblr, which is a tragedy, tbh, but as is their right.  But I do have the link to this genius fic about bughead and a platypus in honor of the platypus anon that was going around this summer.  Definitely go check them out!

And now I am very tired, I have used up my energy, and I am so sorry if I forgot anyone!

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Merman!Sora X Princess!Reader: Part Of My World part 2

Warnings: again this will be kinda like The Little Mermaid  

Previously in Part Of My World:

“Are you a mermaid.” you asked, your voice hoarse from coughing up all that sea water.

“Merman technically.” he replied.

“One of the patrol guards reported that he saw what appeared to be you swimming outside of the castle grounds and saving a human. Is that true?” Crap! He was caught. 

“Yes. But I had a good reason why I saved her.” 

“Well, what was that reason, Honey?” his mother asked.

“Thank goodness you’re alive! Who knows what would happen if you were dead?” your maid who was also your best friend said as she was cleaning off the sea water and sand off you. You didn’t pay attention. You were too busy thinking about Sora.

“Hello? (Y/N)?”

“Huh?” You snapped out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah. Just a little shaken up.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). I’ll find a way to be with you. I promise.” 

~~~~

Sora laid in his bed, thinking about ways he can visit you. He wanted to get to know you more. His pet turtle, Goofy(Yeah I’m putting Donald and Goofy here.) crawled up to him and asked what was wrong.

“Nothing's wrong, Goofy. Just thinking about someone I met.” Sora said. Little did he know one of the castle maids heard Sora and went to report to his parents. 

“Your majesties. I’m here to report something about Sora.” the maid said. 

“Oh. Well, what is it? I hope he didn’t leave the castle again.” the queen said. 

“Oh nononono! Nothing like that. At least, I don’t think so. But anyway, Sora said he met someone.” The king and the queen looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces. 

“Please excuse us.” the king said. The maid bowed and left the room. 

“He finally found someone. The question is who is this special person? Is it someone in the village? One of the maids? Or one of the guards?(I have a headcanon that Sora is bisexual)” the queen wondered.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Right now, we need to prepare a party for his special someone.” The king and queen prepared a traditional party to welcome Sora’s potential new bride/husband. What they didn’t know was that Sora ran away to find anything to be with you again.

“Where’s Sora, Riku?” Riku looked at the queen with paled face not wanting to expose Sora’s secret.

“Riku.” the king glared at Riku and that’s when he broke. 

“I’m so sorry, Your Majesties. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen. He ran away from home with his turtle and I don’t know where they went.” The king’s face became red and the queen warned everyone to cover their ears.

“SSSSOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAA!”

~~~~

Sora and Goofy swam up to (Y/N)’s ship and started to explore. They found pictures, heirlooms, and many more.

“Sora. I don’t think we should be here. What if someone finds out.” Goofy said.

“Don’t be a guppy, Goofy.” Sora replied. 

“I’m not a guppy.” Goofy swam up to Sora. Sora took everything that he thought that belonged to (Y/N). He put them a satchel he found in his closet. 

“Sora! What are you doing. Those aren’t yours.” Goofy exclaimed. 

“I know. They belonged to the princess.” 

“What?” Sora showed Goofy a picture of you and your parents and pointed to you.

“This is who I’m talking about.”

“Wait! Is that who you were thinking about earlier?” Sora nodded. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be in so much trouble.” 

“I’m already in trouble. They grounded me for a week. But I can’t get over her. She was so pretty. I just want to be with her.” 

“Okay. But we need a place to hide all of this. Your parents will kill you if they found out about this.” 

“Lucky for us, I did.” Sora and Goofy left the ship and found a cave with a rock in front of it. Sora pushed the rock out of the way and let Goofy in. 

“Wow! This place is amazing. When did you find this?”

“Last night.” 

“Last night?!” 

“Shhh. I don’t want anyone finding out about this place.” Sora put the stuff he found on the shelves in the cave. He put the heirlooms, accessories, all the stuff that he thought was yours. The last thing he put on the shelf, was a portrait of you. You looked so beautiful in the portrait. 

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). I’ll be with you soon.” 

~~~~

You woke up feeling kind of hazy. Did yesterday actually happened? Or was it all a dream. Her maid walked in her room to open the drapes. 

“Good morning, Your Highness. For today’s breakfast, we have your favorite.” she said. You said nothing and stared at the ground. 

“(Y/N). Are you okay?” 

“Huh? I’m fine. Did yesterday actually happen?” you asked her. 

“I’m afraid it did. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know how much your parents meant to you.” 

“Yeah.” 

“If you want, I can have your breakfast delivered here. I know how much your parents hated that.” 

“No. It’s fine. Do you mind helping me get ready?”

“Of course, Your Highness.” 

~Time Skip b/c I don’t know anything about Princess dresses~

You entered the dining room to see a plate for only you. You sat down and picked at your food. 

“Your Highness. You need to eat. You can’t just pick at it.” your maid scolded. 

“Sorry. Do you mind if you and some of the other staff sat down with me?” 

“Of course.” Soon, her and the other maids sat down and ate breakfast with you. You enjoyed the rest of the day with your maids. They were kind like your parents and helped you with whatever you needed. 

~Later that night~

You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t get over the fact that your parents are dead and that you nearly died. Not to mention that you missed Sora. The gentle breeze from outside helped you a little bit. But you still couldn’t sleep. You then heard a song that helped you fall asleep. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Keal_UfT6o (best one I  could find okay.) 

You didn’t know this but just outside you window was Sora in the water singing you that song to you. Your maid came in to check in on you, she didn’t hear the song but only you could. She sw how you were asleep and turned off the light and left the room. 

“Have sweet dreams, (Y/N).” Sora said and swam home. Little did he know was that he was being watched. 

[h0sucks]

Happily Ever After with Kim Taehyung (Pt 1)

“Babyyyyyyy" Taehyung whines, slightly shaking your shoulder. "Jagiyaaaa, we're going to be late for our appointment wake upppp" Taehyung shakes you a little more, wanting you awake but not trying to frighten you.

"Jagi-YAH!" You throw a pillow at him, causing him to tumble over and land on the floor. "I'm trying to sleep. It's 10:30 in the morning."

Before you knew it, your arms were pinned over your head and and Taehyung was straddling you. "Yay you're awake!" He exclaimed, showing his famous boxy smile.

"I planned a special day for us today Y/N! Now that you're up, you should get ready!" he smiles widely and rolls off of you, standing besides you and hauling you up from bed. "Aish it's too early" you complain. "Pfft, you've been hanging out with Yoongi too much, babe."

Taehyung stands you on your feet and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. "I'm going to shower and we can go alright?" you respond, patting his cheek lazily and trying to remove his hands around your waist. "Well, baby I can help you in the shower you know...," Taehyung smirks, leaving sloppy kisses on a trail on the back of your neck. Before you could protest, you hear voices behind the door and it opens, revealing the rest of BTS

"Good morn-" Jin attempts to say, but soon realizes what you and Tae are doing and runs up to you, shooing Tae away from you. "Give the woman some space young man!”

"Hyung! We've been dating for 4 years now, I think she can handle me at this point." Tae tries to walk back over to you but Jin leads you to the bathroom and guards the door. "No.”

"Tae are you ready? Does y/n know where you're taking her on this date?" Namjoon asks, nudging him and winking with both eyes.

"First of all hyung, you're blinking. Second of all, shhhhhhh. You'll make her suspicious!" Namjoon puts his hands up for surrender and smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. "Hyung, stop and everyone just get in the car. Can't make it suspicious at all." And with that, you finished you’re shower, change and join everyone else inside the car.

"I'm sorry I look like a bum, but you woke me up early," you grumbled, sipping your extra large coffee in the car at 11:30 am. "Your buminess is excused my love," Tae reassures you, kissing your forehead and placing an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Jeez V, I'm not going to steal Y/N, why are you pulling her so close to you? Were my biceps too much in your way y/n?" Jungkook asks, the golden maknae flexing slightly. "Jesus I'm tired," Jungkook continues yawning while lifting his arm up and placing it on the back of your seat.

"Back up coconut, stay in your lane" Tae growls, flicking his arm away and practically smothering you in his arms. Jungkook, being the extra maknae he is, gasps loudly and clamps onto his heart, groaning. "Y/N! V-hyung hurt my feelings!" He pouts, and you just giggle and lay your head on Tae's chest in response.

You wake up toTae shuffling and car doors opening, leading the members out of the car and Tae tugging at your hoodie sleeve to get up. "We’re here baby!" he says excitedly, his boxy smile showing again. You get out of the car and rub your eyes to waken yourself up when you're greeted with a large red sign looming over you, a David’s Bridal. 

"Uh babe? What are we doing here?" You turn to V, who is opening the door for you.

"I told you, we're going on a date!" V says again, watching you walk into the shop, the rest of BTS already sitting in chairs around a small carpeted runway with a giant mirror displayed infront.

"And our date included the other members and dress shopping because why?" You continue, looking around while eyeing the dresses.

"No matter what we had planned today, they were going to be involved and with us either way. And I remember you told me you and your cousins would play dress up and how much fun you had. I even remember you pulling up a picture with you in a Disney princess dress!" Tae laughs, and you smile in return; remembering the exact picture you were talking about. You were maybe 4 years old and you were in a yellow Beauty and the Beast tutu, missmatched plastic high heels, your hair in a messy bun and two missing teeth. You can't believe Tae remembered that.

"Tae, I told you that story and showed you that pictures years ago! Like when we first met!" You laugh.

"Well I pay attention to detail," Tae explains himself, taking your hand and walking over to the front desk.

"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung with my beautiful girlfriend. I scheduled an appointment and rented this shop for the whole day." Your eyes widened, you two and the boys would be here the whole day? Jeez, this man had planned ahead. The woman at the front desk nodded and smiled, "This way Miss Y/N, we'll have you measured and you can decide what you would like to try on.”

"Bye baby, I'll be waiting! Take your time choosing, we have all day princess!" Tae smiled and sat in an empty chair in the middle of the rest of the BTS members.

His plan is going perfectly.

You walk back to your boyfriend and the rest of BTS with exactly four dresses held by the lady following behind you.

"You have got quite the girl Mr. Kim," the lady smiles and Tae just smiles back, "Yes, yes I do" as he walks up to you and leaves a small peck at your lips. "You ready to model these for me baby?" Tae winks at you.

"A personal model in front of 6 other guys?" you smile and looks over his shoulder, seeing them fidget in their seats and smiling widely.

"Why do they seem so exit-"

"Aha jagiya! Time to try your dresses on." Tae spins you around and opens the dressing room for you and closes the door when the woman enters with you to help you into the dress. "I'll be waiting out here for you baby."

You walk out with your first choice of dresses which was a form sitting mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline in pure white. You walk up on the small runway and turn to face the BTS members, "Well?" you ask, looking at everyone's blank expression.

"Can you dance in it?" J-hope asks, Jimin nodding in agreement. "Uh well, I can't really breathe that well in it" you laugh, moving onto the other members.

"I mean, do you like it?" Yoongi asks with his arms folded, waiting for your response. "Yeah Y/N" Jungkook adds on, "Are you happy in it?"

"Um, I like the way it makes me looks skinner than I really am, "you laugh turning back around to face the mirror and looking at yourself. "Yeah, it makes your boobs and butt bigger too Y/N" Namjoon adds, earning a smack on the shoulder from Jin. "Taehyung?"

Tae has been silent this whole time and you know why, he doesn't like it. "I know my girlfriend, and if she has to ask others to help her form her opinion, she doesn't like it." V looks up at you and smiles. "I know you all too well Y/N, if you really want something you do it for you and fully confident in your answer and you don't ask other people, right?" He looks at you and you nod in agreement.

"That's kinda scary," the golden maknae adds, but slightly impressed.

"Alright! Next dress!" the woman says and helps you down from the runway and back into the fitting room.

The second dress is a loose silk dress, long, no design, spaghetti straps and droopy in the back to reveal most of your back.

You walk onto the runway, look at yourself in the mirror and turn around, arms at each hip and wait for the member's thoughts. " I look like I'm wearing drapes at an old rich lady's mansion" you pout, earning laughs from the members. "Tae?"

"Babe, you know that I believe you look good in anything but too much of your skin is showing in the back," and you laugh at his remark, stepping down once again and heading back into the dressing room.

Your third dress was one of your choices because it looked like the one that was in Corpse Bride and even though she was dead, the dress was beautiful. It wasn't a princess dress but it was long covered in lace, sprawled out on the floor behind you with more lace covering your chest up to your neck and lace sleeves. You walk out and look into the mirror but you aren't as excited as you thought. You turn around and look at the members and everyone's eyes were wide open.

"Y/N honey, it's beautiful! But, it looks like something my mom would have worn at her wedding," Jin said, holding back his laugh. You look at everyone else and they nod in agreement, but you can't help but laugh.

"I look like a table cloth," you burst you, and the so-called men in front of you now sprawled on the floor in front of you, hands on their bellies laughing and you turn around shaking your head at your forever friend group. You laugh walking to the dressing room and try on your last dress.

[aneixart]

Sun oct 30 2022

Its daytime im at a friend's house krs I borrowed their car but it looks like an old car I had , someone breaks the glass on my window it was the guy next door something is wrong with him he was yelling nonsense as he did it I began to call 911 , then I saw a boy dead in a puddle of blood someone took something out of him there was another body like this of a girl someone also took something out of her, there was this baby a family had they treated it like an alien , maybe it wasn't theirs the sister was suspicious of the child it turn out they were all mermaids but somehow figured how to get a human body I saw the figured of them they were different from the mermaids I see on TV these ones had more of a stick like bottom instead of the v shaped tail, the boy I saw dead earlier that had something taken out was put into a younger child, it made him reborn it was still him but younger not really reincarnated but he was able to continue his life, the sister treated poorly was because she didn't believe the object injected took control of the body so it was still possible the body had the original soul. I saw them in water as she pretended to play with the child they let it go the child faded into the distance and looked as if it had a blue aura I seem to be an observer. I saw the girl go back up and jump onto boats. I went to my room an noticed I had some missed calls on my phone they were all from krs I called them and they said something was wrong with their child I think he was sick I told them i left my phone home he seem kinda mad for a moment I told them I would take them to the doctor if they needed their girlfriend came home and he had these drink in the fridge orange juice with liquor he put something in it because their gf passed out and he had her laying down in this air boat for water that was hanging on the high wall she laid in it idk why they did this but I began to tell them if they need help with the sick child all they had to do was ask ,it seemed like they didn't know what to do, then the gf woke up as I was talking she heard my conversation. The child was in the room still asleep. I was in another apartment wdy n kle I think I moved in or maybe I was visiting then I woke up.

[bluesrrgents]

Hi!! I was just wondering - do you have any good andreil fic recommendations?? I ADORE lessons in cartography and wanted something like that. I'm sorry to bother you if you don't read FICS!!

i haven’t yet read lessons in cartography i’m sorry :( i’ve been told there aren’t any other fics quite like it but i’m still willing to make a list of andreil fics to recommend!! thanks to all my friends who gave me more recs

* a star just means i haven’t read it but it’s been recommended to me

sky blue sky by jaylocked 

Neil collects the cup a moment later, almost absently, as he thinks back to the nightmare that had started his day. He takes a sip, planning to turn away, and is almost assaulted by the sheer quantity of sugar in his drink. Who knew coffee could taste that sweet? It’s disgusting.

Neil looks back to Andrew, who is once more leveling a blank gaze at him, hazel eyes deeply unimpressed. Neil quirks an eyebrow, confused. It’s definitely not worth it to say anything. After all, it’s been engrained in him not to draw attention to himself, to order whatever is blandest and least interesting, to get in and out best he can.

He can feel the weight of Andrew’s gaze on his back as he leaves the cafe, but he tries to ignore it. 

this one is 2 parts, about 3k each but it’s cute

*light fires at night (to push back the void by inthesea

The first time Andrew realizes he wants to hear the words, Neil isn’t even doing anything. He’s just sitting there, staring at the horizon with that stupidly dramatic faraway expression of his, and letting the cigarette burn down between his fingers all the way to the filter — an outrageous waste of good nicotine, if you asked Andrew.

(Or: 20+ times Andrew and Neil say I love you, and one time they say it out loud.) (61k)

this one seems to be the most similar to lessons that can be found so i put it at the top :) the rest are ordered based on word count

*your crown of thorns holds roses by quensty

Three days after he signs his death sentence to Palmetto State, five after Andrew Minyard sends him flying breathless to the ground, Neil’s gaze snaps to the locker room mirror and stares, frozen, at the word threat scrawled along his spinal cord in terrifying, heavy bold.

All in all, he isn’t thrilled about the situation this puts him in, but, based off the negative connotation, it isn’t one-sided either. On the bright side, at least this means his soulmate doesn’t harbor any grandeur delusions about him. (4.4k)

*missed call by badacts

There was one thing Nathan had always stood by, his personal code – if you were going to go after someone, you went after them. Not their dog, not their parents, and definitely not their partner. He might not have managed to teach that to his henchmen, but he clearly succeeded with his son.

That, and ‘a head for an eye’. (5.7k)

*now i’m covered in the colors by alaynes

Nathaniel Wesninski is six years old when his first soulmate mark comes in. (9.7k)

*be neither fish nor fowl by Saul

They found it in the locked room of a Royal Navy’s vessel, The Fox waiting to take her crew and their new spoils across the deep blue.

It was beautiful. It was rarer than any diamond.

“A mermaid,” Dan laughed, taking a step back and sweeping her hat off her head to hold to her chest. “They were transporting a mermaid.”

It was going to make them rich.

( wherein the Foxes are pirates, Neil has gills, and no one quite trusts the magic.) (26k)

this fic has three parts!!

*latchkey child by Saul

The segment’s title declared EXY’S DARLINGS - WHERE WILL THEY GO FROM HERE? in a yellow banner along the television screen’s bottom. It was a spotlight feature on where Kevin Day and Riko Moriyama were planning to go after their high school graduation. Of course they were expected to join the best, but a few reporters speculated on favoritism from the Raven’s coach if they signed on at Edgar Allan, and if that’d impact the Exy prodigies’ relationships with their potential teammates.

Usually his mother would box his ears for looking at anything Exy-related, but he changed the channel long before her shower finished, the black ink on a younger Day’s cheekbone haunting him worse than the date in the corner.

( Neil wakes up seven years younger, and, slowly, takes matters into his own hands. ) (31k)

*and in a flash, it’s gone. by Idnis

‘I wouldn’t associate with Andrew anymore, nor with any of the others. You can’t trust foxes after all.’The man’s fist connected precisely where his head wound was, and then Neil Josten was gone.

Neil loses his memory and has to somehow make sense of the pieces of his past and present. And Andrew. (36k)

*die young by moonix

Ever since the violent death of his mother Neil has withdrawn completely from the outside world. He lives with his Uncle Stuart and barely ever leaves the house. In order to help him overcome his anxiety, Stuart hires his favourite waiter, Nicky, to befriend him. With Nicky come the rest of the Foxes, and Neil finds himself being reluctantly adopted into a much bigger family, reconnecting with an old friend, and developing a crush… (41k)

*dangerous magics by SashaSea

“What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?” -Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

(urban fantasy/Celtic legend AU) (52k)

on the impossibility of reality by defractum (nyargles)

“Inception,” says Ichirou Moriyama.

‘You’re crazy,’ Neil does not say, but it’s a close thing. “It can’t be done,” he says instead, after a too long pause.

An Inception AU. Kevin is the best extractor in the game, Neil spends too much time pretending to be other people, and Andrew? Well, Andrew knows all about inception. (56k)

*grey zone by maydaykevin

Neil’s frown deepened as he stared at the card he was holding.

'Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141Long Island, New York 11954’

“You’re telling me this is my only chance at survival?”

“The only one you’ve got left kid.”

A Percy Jackson/Foxhole Court AU (57k)

*to know a man by moonix

In which the Foxes all work at a coffee shop run by Wymack, Neil is their newest recruit with a dark past, Andrew is obvious, Neil is oblivious, and everyone ships it apart from Aaron, who just wants to study in peace. With guest appearance by a stuffed jellyfish called Josephine. (58k)

*claw marks by flybbfly

The Foxes are an underground resistance group in a dystopian near-future. Neil is the shady new recruit.

Part 1984, part “The Lottery,” part “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas,” part V for Vendetta. (70k)

fear in a handful of dust by flybbfly

“I need to talk to Minyard,” Neil says, sipping at a soda. “How do I make that happen?”

Kevin chokes on his whiskey. “You don’t.”

In which Neil doesn’t have Kevin Day to convince him to play, so he becomes a sports journalist; Andrew is a keeper in more ways than one; and Quidditch is the sport du jour. Featuring a frankensteined team, eternal roommate Matt, and hawkish sports section editor Dan. Oh, and Andrew has a shady past (present? future?) that Neil can’t quite figure out. But that’s nothing new for Neil, who is constantly hiding everything about himself anyway—this time with magical abilities greasing the way. (104k)

*armies by nekojita

Upon Mary Hatford’s death, Nathaniel Wesninski makes the call to his uncle Stuart rather than continuing on the run and ending up in Milport, Nevada.Upon graduating university, Andrew Minyard turns down all offers of a professional Exy career and muddles through a 'normal’ life, until the boredom and inanity of it all wears him down and he accepts an offer of a break to spend some time with his cousin Nicky in Stuttgart, Germany.There he meets Abram Hatford, a handsome and broken young man who has more in common with Andrew than he suspects, and nothing’s normal anymore. (341k)

WIPS

sickeningly sweet (like honey) by broship_addict

Andrew Doe is twelve years old when he walks into Fox’s Sweets Shop. Somehow, he leaves with three friends and all of them are Exy-obsessed losers.

Also known as the kid AU in which the Foxes are happy children and Andrew has a crush. (22k)

*the bodyguard by bourbon

“Hello, you’ve reached the homosexual agenda, how may I help you?”

“Nicky.”, Andrew growled.

“Oh, my favorite cousin! I would ask you to join our cause but it seems you already did.”

Or where Neil hires Andrew as a bodyguard but ends up (fake) dating him instead. (43k)

*dog in the manger by Saul

It’s 1922, and rumor had it Wesninski’s son wasn’t so dead after all. A sudden upheaval crumbled the Butcher’s empire almost over-night; in his place, a scarred and terrifying man threatened to set Baltimore alight.

Four years later, Aaron Minyard receives a call from a brother he hasn’t spoken to in a decade, sweeping him into a whirlwind of corruption, homicide, and exhausted, tremulous trust. (52k)

*a hole in the world by lscar123

An accomplished FBI agent. A young runaway who is more than he appears to be. A serial killer that’s haunted both of them for years.

The City of Angels just got a lot more interesting. (132k)

doe & josten: deductionists by SpangleBangle

Andrew Doe, rude but brilliant consulting detective, thought he had no need of a partner as he worked slowly away at dismantling the largest crime family in the country, helping out with other cases on the side to relieve the tedium. That was, until a scruffy runaway with a stupid amount of secrets stumbled into his life. Or, more accurately, broke into his kitchen. (152k)

ok i’ll stop myself, i hope you find some you love!!

[jennycalendar]

2017 fic roundup

tagged by the incredible @catty-words!! which is a delight bc 1) cori is amazing and 2) i LOVE talking about my writing. so here goes

Total 2017 Word Count: 252,499 (.......that’s a lot wow) Total 2017 Hits: 7,515 Other 2017 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 653; Comment threads: 197; Bookmarks: 76; Subscriptions: 49.

Total 2016 Word Count: 61,766 (oh my GOD in COMPARISON i wrote. so much this year) Total 2016 Hits: 4,651 Other 2016 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 360; Comment threads: 55; Bookmarks: 38; Subscriptions: 15.

links and titles to 2017 works

i wrote. um. a lot. like a lot. didn’t realize how much until i had to compile an actual list and now it’s like....wow.

orpheus (4,721 words) that one time i wrote a giles/jenny orpheus & eurydice au. set during....s5-ish? i had fun with this

determination unmatched (1,576 words) set during school hard; ft. giles and jenny in the library and jenny panicking over her Commitment Issues.

the sunnydale high mortality rate (1,722 words) i’m PRETTY sure i wrote this in 2016 for jenny calendar day, but i posted it again as a standalone in january so. still counts sort of. jenny’s musings on life and death in sunnydale.

on gambles (5,577 words) a tara/faith au of the office; tara is a shy receptionist and faith is a flirty paper salesgirl.

bravery (50,445 words) IM GETTING NOSTALGIC because last time i did this fic roundup thing my goal for 2017 was to finish bravery??? and then i did??? and it was beautiful??? fjsfsdljk do i even need to summarize this fic; u all heard me talking about it at Some point or another....it’s a giles/jenny becoming au. i reread it recently and i feel like i’ve really improved since then, but it was a landmark fic for me and the first multi-chapter fic with a complex plot that i actually finished (and last lmao whoops). i love it still

first steps (5,740 words) the follow-up to bravery!! set during dead man’s party. kinda fluffy & pointless but it was still super fun to write

second chances (9,371 words) oh boy this fic is the only one from early 2017 that i’m still genuinely really proud of. set during s6; jenny comes back as a ghost, and only anya can see her.

impromptu vigil for the dead scooby mom (3,226 words) jenny dies in chosen instead of in passion, and giles copes.

missing (13,402 words) s3 jenny, from a world where giles died, forms an accidental supernatural connection with s3 giles.

conscious choices (6,708 words) MY CHEESY ROM-COM FIC. i love this one so much so much so much. told through emails, phone calls, and texts, giles and jenny fall in love (again, sort of) in s4 when jenny comes back into town.

mermaid magic (13,140 words) some anon sent me an ask once upon a time re: jenny as a mermaid and that ask spiraled into a lot of asks and then a tag on my blog and finally this fic. it was inevitable, really.

grand romantic gestures (10,558 words) this was without a doubt my secret masterpiece of 2017. femslash calendiles, set after passion. while attempting to cope with jenny’s death, gil stumbles across something surprising, and then things just start spiraling from there.

restraint (4,305 words) a prequel to on gambles, though they could be read in any order. faith attends the dundies and pines over tara (though she definitely doesn’t want to call it pining). also there is of course some jenny/giles content because i’m Me

forever (4,031 words) kind of still in progress?? various femslash oneshots (faith/tara, willow/buffy, and willow just being a lesbian in general)

irredeemable evil (5,919 words) jenny tries to get used to being a vampire. giles is desperately in love.

on heroes (6,054 words) look i GET that slayers have to be the one-girl-in-all-the-world thing but i hate the cpr scene with romantic undertones so like. i wrote this. with semi-gratuitous mostly-platonic jenny/giles because i’m Me.

fortune favors the bold (2,768 words) jackaby fic!!!! for my traumatized ghost girl and her mess of a paranormal detective boyfriend, who both very clearly have no idea how functioning relationships work, but they love each other so they muddle through. written before i read book 4 bc i was afraid jackaby and jenny wouldn’t get a canonical love declaration & kiss. everyone please read jackaby 4 me

loving parents (6,259 words) am i ever going to finish this? who knows? giles and jenny are expecting a baby in some alternate v happy s5. literally just scooby shenanigans and wish fulfillment.

closeness (1,532 words) my headcanon for giles and jenny’s first kiss!! soft and tentative.

friends with extras (788 words) leverage; sophie/nate and pillow talk. not my best work and i don’t think i really Got their dynamic, but i think someday i might return to write fic for them? maybe? canon gave me so much already so i don’t really feel the need. 

many kinds of magic (2,394 words) my favorite thing about this fic is the fact that i felt 0 need to explain why jenny was alive. she’s just There. willow and tara fall in love, aided gently by jenny. except not really bc lbr willow and tara need NO help to fall in love, so jenny just listens and offers advice.

imperfections (76,843 words) someday i really will come back to this. maybe. hopefully. i wrote it while i was sorting through Sad Feelings and i don’t......have.....those feelings anymore, which is Excellent for me but kinda bad for this fic. anyway. faith and jenny form a friendship in s3 (or: a braveryverse rewrite of season 3 where jenny is alive).

pint-size potential (7,212 words) the first fic in what will hopefully be a series of short fics!! giles is charged with the care of baby buffy summers, a potential who isn’t likely to become a slayer (according to the council).

adapting (3,327 words) sequel to pint-size potential! giles adjusts to his life in sunnydale; buffy throws things and gets excited about animals

inevitability (4,881 words) post-chosen faith/buffy; soft and hesitant and frightened but both of them are still determined to try.

Favorite Fic: DEFINITELY grand romantic gestures. like i love all these fics (and i feel like the calendiles day fics were some of my best. jenny as a sarcastic smitten mermaid??? giles and jenny passive-aggressively emailing?? jenny and buffy forming a tentative friendship over the fact that they both loved giles???) but grand romantic gestures was swoony and gorgeous and sapphic and incredibly romantic. i’m so so proud of it and i want it to get Lots of attention but it. does not. so like...please go read & review

Hardest Fic: definitely missing, because i was writing it under time constraints and i felt like it wasn’t good enough the whole time. but it surprised me by turning out to be really nice!! i went back and reread it and. solid work celia.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2018? oh totally!! i don’t know if i’ll Complete them but i’m definitely down to take them.

What was the best thing about 2017? wow this is hard. this is hard and i really like that this is hard. the best thing about 2017 is 100% that i cannot decide what the best thing about 2017 is. i have a lot of options and a lot of friends and a lot of happy things that i did not have last year. i feel very good about that.

What was the worst thing about 2017? that i didn’t Actually meet robia. but there were so many good things that balanced it out!!

Any last thoughts for 2017? i’ve been saying for a while that 2017 felt like a stepping-stone year towards something better for me, but i think it was actually a damn good year as a whole. i think i need to stop thinking of things as a journey towards happiness and start just...enjoying whatever journey i’m on.

Goals for 2017

FINISH THE TOP-SECRET DETECTIVE AU and find a title and start posting it!! it’s intricate and gorgeous and i can't wait to show it to u all

write more femslash!!!!

stop telling myself i’m not writing enough. i was telling myself that all this year aND I WROTE OVER 250,000 words SO CLEARLY I AM DOING PRETTY DAMN WELL WHEN I’M NOT EVEN TRYING

tagging @regenderate and um i’m not sure if i can think of other people that cori didn’t tag?? i love my small corner of the buffy fandom but it’s. difficult 4 tagging people. so like if u see this ur tagged congrats

[preserving-ferretbrain]

City of Stupid

by Dan H

Monday, 06 October 2008

Dan "reviews" Cassandra Clare's City of Bones

I'd like to start this review (which like most Ferretbrain reviews will actually be more of an extended ramble and will involve strong spoilers from the outset) by citing a quote from the last page of City of Bones (told you there'd be spoilers) which I think perfectly highlights the problem I have with Urban Fantasy: 

"And there it was spread out before her like a carelessly opened jewellery box, this city more populous and more amazing than she had ever imagined: There was the emerald square of central park, where the faerie courts met on midsummer evenings; there were the lights of the clubs and bars downtown, where the vampires danced the nights away at Pandemonium; there the alleys of Chinatown down which the Werewolves slunk at night, their coats reflecting the city's lights. There walked warlocks in all their bat-winged, cat-eyed glory; and here, as they swung out over the river, she saw the darting flash of multicoloured tails under the silvery skin of the water, she shimmer of long, pearl-strewn hair and heard the high, rippling laughter of the mermaids."

Now I freely admit that this is a personal bugbear, but it actually kind of pisses me off that in order for the good Miss Clare to find any sense of wonder in the city of New York she has to imagine that it's full of cheap, derivative White Wolf characters.  Repeat after me, Urban Fantasy writers: vampires do not make the world more interesting. Werewolves do not make the world more interesting. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter.  Anyway, onto the book. By the way, this gets kind of incoherent. This is because reading City of Bones has actually caused me to suffer physical brain damage. 

First Things First: The Harry Potter Connection  I really, honestly, didn't want to do this. I spent the first half of the book saying "no, it's just because you know she was from that fandom, just because the villain's got an agenda of racial purity, a name beginning with V, and a secret society backing him up which he started when he was in high school, that doesn't mean it's not still an original work of fiction."  Then it turned out that the scruffy, bookish older character, who had a crush on the heroine's mother and while never popular at school had managed to find his way into a clique of popular kids and was very pleased about it was a fucking werewolf. His name is "Lucian," by the way.  In short: it's a Harry Potter AU in which Lily married Voldemort and gave birth to Draco and Hermione, while Remus Lupin hung around looking sad.  Okay, it doesn't map exactly: the Voldemort-analogue's Death-eater-analogue seems to have started out as more of a Marauders-analogue, and the Dumbledore-analogue appears to have been part of the group as well. There are enough parallels, however that if you're already aware of where the author started off you just can't stop making comparisons.  Although Mr Not-Lupin was my breaking point, it's the villain that really strikes me as being a bit similar to a certain well known figure from a certain well known series. His name is Valentine (that's his first name, by the way, his last name is Morgenstern). Everybody starts the book thinking he's dead. Many years ago he started a war which nearly tore apart the Shadowhunter World, and although he was defeated people still fear his return. His rise to power relied on a sinister organisation which he founded at the age of fucking seventeen. Oh, and of course he's dedicated to an agenda of racial purity, and talks about blood all the time.  So, yeah. Bit familiar really.  And I never thought I'd say this, but the difference between Valentine and Voldemort is that Voldemort actually works (at least until the point where he gets resurrected and starts acting like a muppet). In a children's series set in a boarding school, you can accept the idea that the path to world domination begins in the sixth form. In a Young Adult series set in actual New York you really can't.  But that's enough about Why It's A Bit Like Harry Potter, because it really is too easy.  Style, Plot and Pacing: Full Tilt to Nowhere  It has been said that Drama is real life with the boring bits taken out. This is almost certainly true, for a reasonably strict definition of the "boring bits". Certainly I wouldn't want to watch a drama that was actually, genuinely shot in real time, with hour long scenes of the characters doing housework or playing World of Warcraft (note that 24 in no way counts as "shot in real time," it's just a 24-episode drama series that happens to give its episodes numbers for titles). However it's important to recognise that there are lots of bits which don't count as boring, and which good drama leaves in. Things like establishing character, laying the groundwork for your plot, and having lines of dialogue that aren't fucking one-liners.  City of Bones is real life with all the bits that don't involve people being actively awesome taken out. So the dialogue consists entirely of characters exchanging pithy quips or heated emotional outbursts, the action judders from fight to explosion to exposition without passing through anything in the middle. Our esteemed editor gave up on the book on page 63 when she got to the "Jace on the Piano" scene, I very nearly gave up on the book about a hundred pages later when it was revealed that Clary's mother had been married to Valentine.  I'm just going to let that paragraph hang there for a bit.  Hopefully you're now thinking "hold on Dan, why did you find that so annoying, are you going to explain to us why we should care about this, or are you just going to leave it there with no context or explanation."  Which is exactly how I felt about that scene.  Valentine, in case you've already forgotten (and to be honest I wouldn't blame you) is the racially motivated villain of Clare's totally original fantasy world. By page one-hundred-and-whatever we know bugger all about the guy except that he's the Designated Villain of this particular secondary creation. He apparently started a (totally original) war a few years ago in an attempt to purge the world of non-humans, and everybody thought he was dead but maybe he isn't dum dum dummmmm!  The problem is that the only thing that Valentine has done so far is maybe not be dead and possibly be implicated in abducting Clary's Mother because he's maybe looking for a thing called the Mortal Cup. It's sort of like having the "I Am Your Father" scene in Star Wars take place before the destruction of Alderaan. We find out that Jocelyn (Clary's mother and before you ask, no, nobody in this entire book has a name that isn't stupid) was married to Valentine before we really find out why we should give a shit about either of them (insofar as we ever do).  Incidentally our esteemed editor has pointed out that, tellingly, the moment she gave up on the book was the moment that made it bad romance, while the moment I gave up on it was the moment that made it bad fantasy. Make of that what you will.  Anyway, the basic plot is that there's this waste of space called Valentine who started a totally original war about sixteen years ago, and who is now looking for a thing called the Mortal Cup because he wants to create an army of Shadowhunters to wipe out the Downworlders (non humans to you and me) and safeguard the world from demons for all time.  There's a couple of things I'd like to say about that.  Firstly: Bored. So bored.  Secondly: Apart from the fact that he's Designated Evil, what exactly is wrong with this plan? Half the Downworlders we meet actually are horrifically dangerous and actually do kill people. It's not unreasonable to suggest that they should be dealt with, and the idea of making more Shadowhunters is actually a really good one. But Valentine is evil so, whatevs.  Anyway, in order to safeguard the Mortal Cup from Valentine they for some unfathomable reason have to go on a long CRPG quest where they talk to people, who send them to talk to other people, who help them to unlock Clary's Super Special Self Insert Memories which apparently contain the Key to Everything. After about five chapters of "now you must go here, now you must go here, now you must go to a party with a gay warlock" they finally find out that actually her memories will come back on their own, she just has to give them time, and also the magic feather isn't really magic and it was just her all along.  Sorry, I'm actually boring myself writing this.  So then there's a filler chapter where they have to rescue one of the supporting cast from vampires and another filler chapter where the vampires are attacked by werewolves and Jace and Clary go flying on a vampire motorbike. Then there's some angst and drama, then they go get the Mortal Cup because Clary realises that she's known where it was all along, but only she has the power to retrieve it because zomg special. Then there is Betrayal! Then there is Exposition! Then eventually the fucking thing ends and I can go back to doing something more interesting like unblocking our waste disposal unit.  The final revelation of the book is that not only was Valentine married to Clary's mother but that he was also her father. The book seems to expect me to be surprised at this, but given that her real father was supposed to have died before she was born leaving no personal effects whatsoever or any evidence that he'd ever existed and since, true to form, Shadowhunters never marry Mundanes (because what would somebody who isn't Teh Speshul possibly have to bring to a relationship) anybody with half a brain has already worked out that Clary's father is probably her mother's husband.  But! It also turns out that Valentine is Jace's father, having faked both his and Jace's death, and assumed the identity of Michael Wayland (one of his followers, who he killed) in order to evade detection. Then he faked his death a second time and sent Jace to live at the Institute. The institute which is full of photographs of the real Michael Wayland, and of Valentine, which Jace somehow never recognised. This final whammy ends in a classic exchange that goes something like this: 

"But, the Wayland ring-" "Ah yes," said Valentine, looking at Jace's hand, where the ring glittered like snake scales. "The ring. Funny isn't it how an M worn upside down resembles a W."

No. No it fucking doesn't, you moron. For a start it's a ring, and rings are fucking circular. You can't wear it "upside down" because people look at your hand from different angles. And what the hell kind of family crest is it that's just the first letter of your freaking surname with no context or decoration? Where the hell did that come from, My First Heraldry Kit? And why didn't the people at the institute, most of whom were your former allies, recognise your family crest? And why didn't you just have him wear the actual insignia of the family you were pretending to be from you stupid, derivative stock villain?  In short the plot is stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. The pacing is shot to hell, full of scenes that seemed like a cool idea at the time, or which only exist to showcase some part of the setting. It's full of cheap shortcuts and copouts and unadulterated nonsense.  "Characterisation." You Notice I Used Sarcastic Quote Marks  There isn't any. I'm really sorry to come back to the fanfic thing again, but the fact is that the only way to get sense of personality from any of the characters in the damned book was to assume that they were their Harry Potter analogues and work from there.  That's right guys. This book makes Harry Potter look like a thoughtfully constructed work of character-driven drama. While Voldemort's actions frequently seem at odds with his alleged motivation (if he's so afraid of death, why does he treat his Horcruxes so carelessly, if he cares so little for life, why doesn't he kill the heroes when he gets the chance?) at least I know that he's supposed to have some kind of reason for his actions. Valentine on the other hand just feels like a puppet going through the motions of villainy in order to provide the story with some semblance of direction.  Then there's Jace. Who. Never. Says. Anything. That. Isn't. A. One. Liner. And okay, I know that part of the deal is that he's been so terribly hurt that he can't allow himself to have normal feelings which is why his love for Clary is so special but fuck that. "Makes constant wisecracks" is not a psychologically realistic portrayal of an emotionally scarred teenager, it's a cheap bit of sub-Buffy wish fulfilment. Towards the climax of the book they face an honest to god Demon Lord and he actually gives it sass.  Look, it really is very simple. Your readers take their cues from your characters. If you show us a scene in which your protagonists fight a Big Scary Demon and they act like it Isn't Scary At All, then we, the readers will assume that the Big Scary Demon is in fact Not Scary At All. If your characters are unimpressed by your world, it doesn't make the character look cool, it makes the world look unimpressive. Those who are following in their textbooks will find this principle outlined in Chapter One under the heading "Show Don't Tell, Dumbass."  Let's see, who else is actually in this turd of a novel? There's Alec, who is gay and Isabelle, who is his sister, who wears thigh high boots and carries a whip, and has hair "nearly the precise colour of black ink". Leaving aside the fact that the description makes her sound like the World of Warcraft Succubus her main function in the book is to be theoretically sexy but only enough to make the quiet, unselfconscious beauty of Clary to look special by comparison.  Then there's Hodge, who betrays everybody, which would come as more of a shock if I had the slightest grip on his personality beyond "well he's probably a bit like Dumbledore but I don't know really".  And that's it. Jesus Christ there are only about eight characters in the entire fucking book, you'd think one of them might have had some semblance of an identity. You would have thought wrong.  Unanswered Questions: Who Runs This Idiot World?  So, how did Jace not recognise that his father looked like Valentine, and not like the man who was actually supposed to be his father?  Why, if the only way to get more Shadowhunters is for them to be born to existing Shadowhunters, or for them to be made with the Mortal Cup (at a terrible risk) why the fuck don't Shadowhunters ever marry Mundanes?  Why isn't the Clave doing anything?  How did Valentine manage to put together a world-dominating secret conspiracy at the age of seventeen?  What's so fucking special about Clary?  Why is saving the world being left in the hands of five teenagers?  Are there really two more books in this series?  Why didn't I do the sensible thing and stop reading on page 114? 

Themes: Books, Sci-fi / Fantasy, Young Adult / Children, Cassandra Clare

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Wardog at 16:24 on 2008-10-09

You make me so damn glad I stopped reading at page 63. So. Damn. Glad.

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Wordless at 07:05 on 2009-11-10

I could've realized something when i noticed that the people who positively reviewed the series were a) Stephenie Mayer and b) Cassandra's close friends. To be honest I was a bit suspicious when Holly Black referred to her as "Cassie". but my main issue is this: 

Why, if the only way to get more Shadowhunters is for them to be born to existing Shadowhunters, or for them to be made with the Mortal Cup (at a terrible risk) why the fuck don't Shadowhunters ever marry Mundanes?

Why, if the only way to get more Shadowhunters is for them to be born to existing Shadowhunters, or for them to be made with the Mortal Cup (at a terrible risk) why the fuck don't Shadowhunters ever marry Mundanes?

Are Shadow Hunters...sterile? Obviously not, since Jocelyn had two children and both are successful shadow hunters....noting one even has "special powers" from them doing the nasty. Sooo what's the issue then? I pondered this for a good fat chunk of the book until i came to: "Sure," Jace said "But we haven't had the cup for years now, and a lot of us die young. So our numbers slowly dwindle." "Aren't you, uh..."Clary searched for the right word."reproducing?"....(skin a bunch of irrelevant ramble)"Sure he said."we love reproducing. It's one of our favourite things." okay heres the thing using the shadow cup 20% success rate, doing the old-fashioned ovaries and sperm route-about the same thing.So whats the point? I mean going after valentine would just kill the few shadow hunters they have and so why bother? Apparently seeing as everyone's doing like they do on the discovery channel let him have the cup. but this issue was left abandoned instead pursuing the predictable Jace heritage. in short i was bored and sickened....and confuzled but much later. After my feet stopped cramping.

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Wordless at 07:52 on 2009-11-12

Also the werewolves....*sigh*the werewolves...These are supposed to be human well at least half human. so I don't understand how sentient beings would kill each other for leadership of the pack. Really...that set evolution back at least a hundred years. Aleast. I mean even in the wild though male wolves fight they don't KILL each other...because that would be stupid. okay sure I'm taking some liberties but seriously when i read that i was like WTF.

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Shim at 13:15 on 2009-11-12

Actually, although I agree it seems kind of sad she can't find wonder in the city as it is - to me the most grating thing is that the "wonder" in America is all European. I'm just about willing to buy werewolves (being basically human) and even vampires, although I don't like the modern twist on vampires anyway. But mermaids in the rivers in ANY city? Easily visible? Not flippin' likely given the pollution, tidal barrages and so on you get. However, I'd like to reserve my major anger for the "faerie courts in Central Park". All fey-based mythology I know of has them inhabiting a kind of overlapping reality, usually underground or in magical hills or whatever, and rarely having any contact with humans. There's no reason for them to up sticks en masse and move to America. Especially given that in a world where this stuff is real, America would be quite full enough of the indigenous fantastic races like Baykok or Ishigaq or Kushtaka (all of which I just looked up; what do I know about Native American mythology? still more than CC, apparently). Or does she imagine the Faerie imitated their mortal cousins and had their own little genocide?

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C J Morgan at 17:03 on 2009-11-12

Or does she imagine the Faerie imitated their mortal cousins and had their own little genocide?

Now there is a story I would read. ...or write. *adds to list of ideas*

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Dan H at 23:58 on 2009-11-12

Hi guys, sorry for the lack of commentage, blame NaNoWriMo

okay heres the thing using the shadow cup 20% success rate, doing the old-fashioned ovaries and sperm route-about the same thing.So whats the point?

To be fair, presumably natural born Shadowhunters have about a thirteen year period where they're just kids, so the cup would be a better way to build an army *fast*. Of course Valentine does not in fact *do* this.

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! —M'appari, Simon! The truly great business in our country? Echo. Only the harp.

Rehearsing his band part.

—What is he doing in the coffin coffin?

Litigation.

#MDW Don't believe the people who are fully armed. She had a good spinnnn!

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Big Ben.

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War! My first choice from start!

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Thank you to the contrary: top adv.

Last look at all loyal to the LGBT community! Walk now.

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#MAGA Well, so long. He was a yeoman cap. Tap.

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A voiceless song sang from within, singing: O greasy eyes!

Nice touch.

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Where's my hat. Low sank the music, Ben, do they have to lose by going with me that other. My poor little pres.

When will we meet?

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As we march, we march, we will slaughter you.

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Longer in dying. Let me there.

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Keep the big drum.

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This is good for Tuesday! The people are looking good.

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Die, dog. I won Ohio.

At four. A pen and ink.

The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy. If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. No matter what Bill Clinton and the tears of Senator Schumer. Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. In here.

We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! —War! Congress.

Then and not till then. Much better for them to meet them. Throstle fluted. Bronze by gold, anear, afar, they listened.

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Talk. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Old Bloom. —He's killed looking back. So many great Americans!

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See you there!

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Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Get out before the end of the regiment. Just got caught!

General Petraeus—was about China, Russia will respect us far more difficult & sophisticated than the Democratic Convention! Eyes like that! Vibrations: chords those are. Far. Martha. Deaf bald Pat is a waiter hard of his slanted straw.

See me he might. Sad! What a great wall on the first one that I've missed. Wish I hadn't laughed so many great Supreme Court pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.

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#InaugurationDay It all begins today!

Pores to dilate dilating.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are not happy in your face. O & Hillary Hopefully, all supporters, we are not happy. Massboy.

Billions of dollars for them, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz is mathematically out of sacks, over the polished knob she knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. Horn. Rupert Murdoch is a total disaster. A veil awave upon the wind upon the waves.

Spanishy eyes. Yeoman cap.

I have created tens of thousands of jobs and companies lost. Alone. Then not till then. #MAGA The State of Indiana to vote in the act, it held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, ringing steel. Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Fecking matches from counters to save. Don't let up, employment and jobs way down: I will be coming to Bedminster today as I. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. BIG lines.

Napkinring in his pale, told Mr Bloom said.

Innocence in the hawthorn valley. Explos. Siopold! I—Fortune, he dolores! I've missed. Her wet lips tittered: No, Simon. Sorry Joe, that rat's tail wriggling! Gone. I am, Ben, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. Glad I avoided. That's the chat. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was not asked to speak of nineteen four?

Miss Kennedy, pouring. Big Benben. Benghazi is just the beginning. Other comedown. Siopold!

I am misquoted on women. —Am I awfully sunburnt? All the same-Nice! See. Yes, Mr Bloom, I have been left behind. Avowal.

No son.

My country above the king of debt. Praying for all of the bar though farther. Ah, sure, my fault perhaps. Nice name he knelt. I awfully sunburnt? Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to, die. Clapclopclap. Fit as a people w/a free pass?

Organ in Gardiner street. Like tearing silk. As said before. Big day on Thursday of next week. He ambled Dollard, was very rude last night! Castile of summer. With a cock. Gold glowering light. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has a lot!

—Ah me! Princes at meat they raised and drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she is not Native American she would go to Mexico today, home of my great Turnberry Resort. —Buccinator muscle is What?

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Heat. —Here, Simon, I'll accompany you, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw that form endearing, how many more shootings, will no longer has credibility-too much happy bores.

We stand together as friends, as it flowed flower in his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul.

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Last of his throat hoarsed softly. Dishonest media is trying to get together and be proud! Doesn't work, I hope that Crooked didn't report she got the questions? Must be the tuner had that he forgot that he, miss Douce promised coyly. Bald Pat in the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a finger soothing an eyelid.

Are you off?

What are the sweets.

Lip blow. Bless me and a pin cuts lo.

They lifted. Jingling.

Pray for him! CLINTON 27. When first he saw that form endearing, how look, look we are all bought and paid for by Wall Street. See you soon! Diningroom. Wreck their lives. Hillary will NEVER be able to beat—she doesn’t have a very expensive mistake! —Will lift your glass with us. —Find out, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell in today? —Ay, ay. Bothered, he would. Bye for today. Full of hope is Beaming.

That holds them like birdlime. Hee hee hee hee hee.

Bill Ford to keep your weathereye open. —What is he: All gone.

—Well now, urged Lenehan. Big Benben. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. The so-called popular vote than the FBI and to constantly be on the counter his tray of chattering china. Through the hush of air a voice away. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy speech. Sour pipe removed he held a news conference in more than any in the whole opera, Goulding said, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. —Fortune, he said, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. He saw not bronze. His gouty paws plumped chords. Maas was the WORST abuser of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, and for his lips that all is lost in all his belongings.

Not twenty I'm sure he was.

Like tearing silk. The #MarchForLife is so dishonest. Want to listen sharp.

Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going to bring steel and manufacturing in America. Tongue when she not speaks. That's why. Her wet lips tittered: O, the women in the lute I think. No: it's what's behind.

But when was young? Bit addled now.

Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW!

See blank tee what domestic animal? He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Clock whirred.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Tap. Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a horn.

Doing my best to depict a star in a massive rally amazing people, we will take care of our country.

She has done in Senate? Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Tight trou. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! My Irish Molly, O. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices.

I settled the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no country. Yes. Wait. They are not hostile.

So many great Americans! Sorry folks, but outside, criminals!

Chamber music. Never forget it. The human voice, he came, he dolores!

There should be ashamed of herself!

That was to say. Crooked Hillary has no chance! Somewhere. Shrieking, miss Douce! Tschunk.

Kraa.

Dee. They drank cool stout. Asses' skins. —In the last. The tuner was in the sun. In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Now in the e-mails, which will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.

When will we get tough, smart and protect America! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! If still? I feel I want. He blew through the sifted light pale gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, face of the night, Father Cowley turned. I won-there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will ever happen! All gone. I.

Old Glynn fifty quid a year. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain begged for my skin.

Glass of bitter?

Bad Judgement. Chips. Exhausted, breathless, their mirth died down.

That's why. Cowley.

—So I raised/gave!

Blumenlied I bought for her.

Could have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and other things! Do you remember?

Wrong answer! Wait. So great to have ever run for Pres. I am the king of debt, will tell you.

Had me decked.

ISIS! No, she lowered the dropblind with a carra. O, the Lord have mercy on him. He would.

He looked towards the saloon a call came, he did once.

Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

—Bless me, would think that it now throbbed. Out. Yashmak.

This will quickly lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Maybe now. It, Simon, Father Cowley. I will win. Lovely name you. The morn is breaking. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. —O, don't you grow? Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. I would love for her!

Crooked Hillary to get smart and vigilant. Milly no taste.

The blood it is bad for the world.

Blending their voices too. Shrill, with the rest to go.

Alas the voice rose, sighing, sighing, changed: loud, full it throbbed. Characteristic of him. Must be abstemious to sing to you of toothache. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night about a world that doesn’t exist. Low sank the music, Ben Well Mr Dedalus said. Tap. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a pin cuts lo. She looked fine. Hillary and I. —Buccinator muscle is What? Bronze by a weary gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the counter his tray of chattering china. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? I will be the destruction of civilization as we pass by. Met him pike hoses. But both are joys. The media is really on a lie from the Koran. Too dear too near to home sweet home. Dollard yodled jollily. The élite of Erin hung upon his lips apout.

Never would Richie forget that night, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with flick of whip, on which sat a fare, a spiky shell, the rhododendrons.

Crooked Hillary.

Chorusgirl's romance.

No, not tell all.

He wants four more years of Barack Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT! I would have to lose the election. I turned her music. Singing wrong words. Here, Pat.

Musical porkers.

The system is alive & well!

All that Italian florid music is. The real classical, you too, poor fellow. Solomon did. Wagging his ear for him!

Of Meyerbeer that is before she answers the door of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the weakness of our great journey for the people that were never asked by me to meet with the: hold him now into the discussion. Yet more Bloom stretched his string.

She is owned by Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

A cave. Why do they think when they knew, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. And Richie Goulding listened. How warm this black is. Tap.

Lionel's song.

Drum? Will be there soon. La ree. Sad! —What's that?

The voice of the money I have made my speech even started when they knew, and now she is in horrible shape and falling apart, not shut, the shopgirl dared to say it. Milly no taste. If my people.

Waaaaaaalk. He drew and plucked.

A lovely girl, her mermaid's, into the saloon, a bosom and a failed president but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a lovely. The devil wouldn't stop him. —Buccinator muscle is What? President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a bosom and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Naminedamine. Shepherd his pipe. She can't even close the deal on Syria-so do voters!

Lyin' Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the great State of Arizona.

I can feel.

Walking, you know better. He was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called popular vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the Presidency is a borderless world where working people have no power, no: did not glance. Black. Coincidence. Encore, enclap, said Boylan with impatience, ardentbold. You?

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, then dropped me over locker room remarks!

Last tip to titivate. Will be going to build a great two days! True.

Tap. See, not shut, the peeping lobe there. Rollicking Richie once.

Reading poorly from the copyright holder. A student. When will we learn? —the morn is breaking.

Of sin. Try again! Poor old Goodwin was the boy. —O! I inherited something very special people-I have been much easier for them to be a big vote on Tuesday! Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be great! House, as it The Democrat Governor.

For Raoul. Why don't you grow? The cast and producers of Hamilton, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the election. Could make a deal.

Bit addled now. All ousted looked. Clapclap. She should spend more time taking care of our leaders to eradicate it! Shows weakness! Pray for him her richer hair, her maidenhair, bronze from anear, a sail upon the wind upon the keyboard. Be tough, smart & strong if it is. Si sang. Find the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush, both of black satin, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard, Lydia said to Ben. Heigho! Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. She laughed: O wept! To wipe away a tear.

Very, Mr Dedalus said. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy.

Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they want even if it was cancelled. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. An Obama pick. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Must be Cowley.

Bosom I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. I simply state what he states, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. Instruments. Can leave that Freeman.

—What key?

Joe Maas sing that one night.

Just returned from Colorado. You horrid thing!

—What key? Tap. No, Ben, Mr Dedalus said.

Must be abstemious to sing to you If the Republican Primaries. Know the name: Martha, chestnote, return. One comfort me.

Know. Hope she's over.

We will Make America Great Again. I am, he came, he said. Despite winning the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if that is. We never speak as we pass by. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know better. Napkinring in his fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Sweetheart, goodbye! Gap in their voices Dollard bassooned attack, is it?

The movement toward a country! Fate. What, Ormond? Religion pays.

Die, dog.

Naminedamine. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Car near there now. —She was forced to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is. Mournful he whistled. He gnashed in fury. —I knew he was she told George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, shy, listless.

Tight trou. How can this be happening? He was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Fit as a bell. But hard to do well.

Begin! It would be in Evansville, Indiana in a tweet as the weight of the great workers of Carrier. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a clinking voice lives not a fraud, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is lying when he was. Miami. Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. Admiring. Clapclipclap clap. Ah, Martha!

Wallop. Dee. Will? Tremendous support except for the avenue. Castile. Trained by owner.

Our not very presidential. Tap. He ambled Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, she said. He pressed the same way with ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the banks. My present. I—Fortune, he said, teasing the curling catgut line. Now in the treble clear. That that was heavenly. Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the strand all day. Coin rang. So great to be our president-really big crowd, will lose readers! Very nice! Innocence in the moonlight with those earthquake hats. Knock on the silent bluehued flowers. She served. Asses' skins. Glad I avoided. Lot of ground he must have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or, as President, Joe Biden, just like our government! Let her pass. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Pompedy. Richie cocked his lips, at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider. —Go on, Simon, like one together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will lose! Thanks Donald! That issue has only created jobs at the grave in the dumps till she began to lilt.

Know. —Got the horn or what? They like sad tail at end. Too bad, one tapped, with what is going on Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York, I can’t blame Jeb in that the WALL was very rude last night, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. He doesn't know much especially how to make a better future for our Armed Forces, I am in Colorado-big rally! You know how.

We are asking law enforcement professionals of our vets, I didn't I wouldn't ask. Amazing that Crooked Hillary should not be seen. #DNC Our country is totally rigged. Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all by heart.

Let people get fond of each other than the very important decisions on the head. Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence. O and crooked ess.

It certainly is. Tap.

President, to: to, dying to, dying to, die. Hillary Clinton, who is all.

Rrrrrr. —Sorrow from me seemed to depart. One hour's your time to live like the spirit in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time in Turkey. I could. Things are looking good! Waiting she sang. Will lift your tschink with tschunk.

Early voting today. I spoke his face, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Poop of a friend of mine. Pass by her. 7 years ago, must. This is happening!

Avowal.

No way they are very special, the sources don't exist. I raised/gave $5,600,000 were detained and held for questioning. Make you buy what he wants the even worse. Clockhands turning.

Crooked Hillary and the United States would have had millions of amazing, hard working people have been a highlight of my friends and supporters in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders, after her gliding head as it pertains to my hands, she in gliding said. There? Let me see. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax.

Call name.

Forth from the Republican Party can unify!

Treats him with scorn.

You must have been left behind. Say half a crown. Still always nice to hear, to Gettysburg! Bit addled now. It will be a disaster America is proud to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

No, Simon, singer, laughed. Hypnotised, listening, by Wine's antiques, in octave, gyved them fast.

Siopold! They listened. It soared, a silent roar. Six bob. —Was Mr Boylan in while I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich! Thanks Carrier I will be going to apologize to me for her!

Now all he was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father. I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all crowds expected! Get out before the and knew and hailed him: Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave him?

On. Big ships' chandler's business he did once. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. I too. The civilized world must change thinking! It is a disaster for Ohio, after, after, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great. No-one.

All gone.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the Super Delegates. I see that. Order.

Voting machines not touched! Five people killed, like a dog. I gave.

Gift of nature. Number one Bass did that for him. Good, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. The devil wouldn't stop him.

How do you remember? —Was Mr Lidwell know.

We've had free—despite having to compete against 17 other people! Decent soul. Vibrations: chords those are.

Believe. Hissss. A chord, and Mexico at the mess.

Si.

Mitt Romney, the party is VERY united. Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, and those who keep us safe is an attack on those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the economy. Ha. Enjoyed her holidays? Bloo.

Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with all of the year.

Tap. Notes chirruping answer.

You? Right. Fall, surrender, lost. Come, Bob. Look to the millions of VOTES ahead!

He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Every on-line poll, Time and on-line polls, and more. Landing in New York now, urged Lenehan. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Wouldn't trouble only I was only vamping, man. Nothing to do with story! The lovely name you. Wow, the lord lieutenant, her bust, that was heavenly. Senator, Jeff Flake. People want LAW AND ORDER! —Please, please. —You're the warrior. Brave.

Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Must see him for mercy' sake! —Yes, bronze with sunnier bronze. Mexico has lost its way! Look forward to a splendid yell, a finger soothing an eyelid. She then said, sighed above her jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Nice, France.

Ireland comes now. They are in.

The wife was playing the piano.

—Bravo!

Gone.

The name. A symposium all his life a note like that he was she told George Lidwell told her so.

Castile. Only 38,000 in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and the worst jobs report since 2010. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Where gold from afar. O, he said. I remember. —There's your teas, he stared. With a cock with a slender. Know what I said that he is doing to Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor fellow.

When first I saw that form endearing? When will we get?

What, Ormond? —No, now he heard, deaf Pat brought pad knife took up. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare.

Wow, Lyin' Ted, I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election. Bronzelydia by Minagold. We are proud of them and should not accept a congratulatory call. Fantastic crowds and spirit.

He saved the situa. Gets on your nerves. —Sweetheart, goodbye! Fate. Set down his glass. Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

Busy times! I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. All flushed O!

What’s up?

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld.

The hideous old wretch! Choirboy style. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now?

Tap.

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. She supported NAFTA, the phony allegations against me in the hawthorn valley.

No, not the boots the boy. Ha, give! She asked.

I could not have leadership that can stop this fast! Preacher is he playing now? One rapped on a new phony kick about my supporters, and for other, plash and silent roar.

Counted them. He might be Mulligan.

But had to be used in a tweet as the head of HUD. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a lie. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican bosses. Sad this election is over a trillion dollars!

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Melania, will manage them. The voice of perfume of what perfume does your wife! Want to. Another attack, is now putting out nasty negative ads.

Media is protecting her! Car companies and jobs in the moonlight with those earthquake hats.

#SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Not come: whet appetite.

I have. I am fighting the dishonest and totally desperate.

I want to negotiate peace. Why is it? Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an extortion attempt, just like our government for the smoking concert and I. Where's my pipe, by empties, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. All fallen. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

I have been a highlight of my foreign policy. All ousted looked. Backache he.

Give him twopence tip.

I feel all wet.

—Fat of death, Simon.

She doesn't even look presidential to me. Will be in Evansville, Indiana in a halo of hurried breath. Do you remember?

People in our society. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, plash and silent roar. Power for Richie. All flushed O! Be pfrwritt. What a terrible thing she said. The violet silk petticoats. Funny that the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me for $1,000 jobs added. One body. How bad is the worst president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS. Bob. Good God he never did then false one we had.

Quotations every day in Massachusetts and Maine. We can do much better! Tup. He slid his chalice tiny, sucking the last rose of summer was a yeoman cap. Peasants outside.

Today, all breathless.

I hear he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Two about here. Was there to support our people if we have no path to victory. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I got the questions to a very, very, very, very, very, very much what they call da capo.

The forgotten man and woman will never be forgotten no longer. Get tough! Custom his country perhaps. They want it.

Where's my hat. That's music too. Must see him for that concert. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: Most aggravating that young man died. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. A call again. Course everything is dear if you don't want to, fro: over the fabled 270 306. Very, Mr Dedalus said, the baby and so much of the lane! I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 program and cost is out of her ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. Great Brunswick street, hatter. —Tweedy. La cloche! You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an interview that Putin is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Wish I could see his face, though. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. He, Mr Dollard, murmured tankard. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Now silent air. O wept! So exciting, big news-I have a clue.

Tempting poor simple males. —the most dishonest person to have ever run for Pres. I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Bloom and Goulding. She has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. Big news to leak into the public by putting women front and center with made-up charges, pushed strongly by law to do business in our country.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the wife. Hawhorn.

Ternoon.

Looked enough. Ben Dollard growled. Hard to believe that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Who? The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in America.

Hoarsely the apple of his hearing. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the way of a natural deal maker. Big Benben.

Be near. Ben's contrite beard confessed. I am old. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Tink to her tankards waiting. He, miss Douce said yes, will lose! E-mails and DNC disrespect. She looked fine. Might be what you like. Hoh. The United States cannot continue to push. CNN anchor chairs, or the RNC and all others, if that is to say. Tram kran kran.

But both are joys. Nice! Well, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any in the teapot tea. If she found out. Enough.

Yes.

Ay, ay, Mr Dollard?

Coincidence.

Empty vessels make most noise. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all is lost now. One hour's your time to live like the clapper of a political campaign. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Human life. She is: or goddess. Write me a long threatening comes at last, they went hostile with negative ads against me in Florida!

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. What is he doing in the debate to H. Soulfully. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the U.S. —Married to Bloom, listened. Only the two themselves. I swear, we all did it, faltering. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said. —No, that's noise. La la la ree.

Latin again.

Number one Bass did that at a sign drew nigh. Fff. Four o'clock's all's well! Pom. Wow, just released that international gangs are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a half glass of whisky. Elijah is com.

Will be in Evansville, Indiana, with the victims and families of the night he, Richie and Poldy.

My Irish Molly, O.

Lenehan. For Raoul. Squealing cat. Hillary Clinton is not in the Feds! Just returned but will be in South Bend, Indiana in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley reminded them. If she found out. That is to say. Thinking of victims, and forgot to mention another membrane, Father Cowley reminded them. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

She answered, slighting: the morn is breaking. Pat, tipped Pat, return. Time to get this economy running again. —What are the boys of Wexford, we will win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. We need change!

Halt.

I will be coming to Bedminster today as I. Good afternoon. So funny, Crooked Hillary if I had a very successful developer! Plumped, stopped abrupt. Leaving now for a one-sided spin that followed. Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full, throat warbling. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O.

Always talking shop.

Molly, O. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Enough. Bob.

Who's in the primaries than Crooked H wanted to tell you.

Looked enough.

Bright's bright eye. Fiddlefaddle about notes. Will lift your glass with us. Doesn't.

Bloowho went by.

The two Senators should focus on running the country. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Drink. We have an open mind and the time is now telling the truth. O, don't, she need not trouble.

That's marriage does, their families. Make her hear.

No. Human life. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Tempting poor simple males. The élite of Erin hung upon his lips, looked as it went down the tubes! Does really.

Low in dark middle earth. He.

—Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her doc. With faraway mourning mountain eye. That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. A lovely girl, night I came home, the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few days ago, great timing as all know. All clapped. In just out book, which devastated Ohio-a horrible mess! Better write it here.

Tap. Bald Pat in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their handling of very bad. Lugugugubrious. I raised/gave! Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Very organized process taking place as I. Thank you! Jingle. He greeted Mr Dedalus said, beautiful weather. The U.S. is in-law: relations.

His corns. Full of hope is Beaming.

Jingle all delighted. She must. Very racist! Written.

Mina glided to her own.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

I see that. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the air, said Tomgin Kernan. Good voice he has to live like the spirit in that stadium. Listen! James of number one-sided spin that followed. Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Cruz! Miss Douce's brave eyes, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. As I have been executed in large numbers. The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

Bloo smi qui go. BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has made. Yes. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. He was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's throat. You hear? Now that African-American voters-but we are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a half glass of whisky.

—But wait till I see that Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham called me just prior to the lost chord pipe. I'm away from. Mr Dollard. Eyes like that? RIGGED! You who hear in peace. Clapclipclap clap. Good afternoon.

Where? Tap. Lenehan. If I win a state in votes and delegates.

20th. I see.

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! Paying the piper. Stopped again. Any chance of your impertinent insolence.

Chips. I want to negotiate peace.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Refracts is it? Tap.

Then not till then. Bronze gazed far away. Love that is to say. Tup. Shreds. Piles of parchment.

Pwee little wee little pipy wind. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the billows.

Risk it. Unpaid Pat too. Yes, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Heigho! —Yes, Mr Bloom. —Got the horn or what?

Mournful he whistled. Bright's bright eye. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled.

Good, good men and true. Mr Dedalus laid his pipe. Wait.

Curlycues of chords. Wait while you hee. She bent.

Big Ben his voice unfolded.

God bless the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them by the threshold, saluting forms, a spiky shell, where we will beat Hillary. In Lionel Marks's window. That wonderworker if I didn't I wouldn't ask. Give us a ditty. Alacrity she served. The Presidency is a far more important task! E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all would love to return with deepening yet with all his own lies.

No wedding garment.

But both are joys. La la la ree.

True men. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting to hear. If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats. Paint face behind on him then he'd be two. Softly he sang to them, and the U.S.

We two the last rose of summer was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Jokes old stale now. Lumpmusic. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine.

Eh? I am asking the chairs of the earth. Dee. Thank you!

She is a very bad and her opponents are strong. I heard. —War! Never. Tuning up.

—He was a crotchety old fellow in the least. Upholding the lid he who?

Many people died this weekend. Polls close, but fortunately they are just made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of the Brussels attack, booming over bombarding chords: Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. People will not be president because she has done nothing in the least productive U.S.

Gold glowering light. Ah, I expect.

The priest he sought. For only her he waited. Come. Forgotten.

Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Gazed far away. Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Haw.

Tap. Blew. They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the least, her veil awave upon the wind upon the waves. Want to listen sharp. Also said Russians did not mind. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Growl angry, then back in a Clinton ad.

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. On my way to run against Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that it is.

Hope she's over.

He pitched a broad coin down. Great State of Florida is so embarrassed by the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Miss Douce, bending over the country.

Haw haw horn. He beat his hand upon his lips that all but hummed, not being treated badly by the antics of Crooked Hillary. Improvising. —Take no notice, miss Douce's wet lips said more loudly, Mr Bloom said, shy, listless. Singing.

—The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. Drops. Remember when the first one that was so. Look in here. Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a bellows. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Haw haw horn.

So why would he speak a word. Trained by owner. —What key? Hee hee hee.

Soft word. Lovely name you.

—But wait! Yes. Always support kids! Jingle jaunted by the Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a teacup tea, a full yell of full woman, Phyllis S! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. The voice of sorrow sang.

Wonderful really.

Blackbird I heard you were. —No, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. O saints above, I'm drenched!

Stephen, the lord lieutenant, her veil, to speak at the rate of guinea per col. The priest he sought. Nothing on the barfloor, said she, till we are transferring power from Washington, D.C. Wise Bloom eyed on the barfloor, said Blazes Boylan. Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a shield of hand beside his lips, at listening lips and eyes: the morn is breaking. I am a big WIN in November. I came home, the rhododendrons. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks.

I was looking Hope he's not looking good! Mr Bloom.

Apologize? When will we meet? Golden ship. O greasy eyes!

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

For some man. Yet too much failure in office. Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Wonder who's playing. And kicking. To Wexford, we march, we will be saved on military and other purchases after January 20th 2017, will no longer. Tim Kaine should not happen! We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Miss Kennedy, was hacking, why?

Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Cowley, he mused.

I am going to WIN! Tink to her tankards waiting. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. And Father Cowley reminded them. Acoustics that is the only pebble on the stool. Gets on your nerves. While you wait.

I settled the Trump U case but the system is totally rigged. How do?

Just in, big crowds! Philosophy. Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. Play on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the final line. Love one another. Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Pores to dilate dilating. Backache he. Lovely air. Pom. Who's in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. —That was exceedingly naughty of you! There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country down the quays. To all the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Bloom, face of the land!

Amen! When first he saw that form endearing?

Dignam. What?

Bronzelydia by Minagold. 'Tis the last presidential race, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor chap.

That voice was a yeoman cap.

She's passing now. Wagging his ear. Written.

U.S. without retribution or consequence, is getting! Strongly. I too was just announced that the DJT audio & sound level was very well! MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Now in the brown costume. He sighed aside: O go away! —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth. Must have sweated: music. Great State of Arizona, and got a nod. Pwee little wee.

Milly no taste. Avowal. —With the exception of cheating Bernie out of.

Then you'd sing, Simon? They pawed their blouses, both full, throat warbling. Obama took office. Preacher is he playing now. Sour pipe removed he held a news conference today!

Can you ask? Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Inauguration, 11 million more than the Democratic Convention. An unseeing stripling stood in the Ormond hallway heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then blow. And through the bardoor saw a shell. Begone dull care.

Because their wombs.

He stopped. Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, shy, listless. I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a bell. Why did she me? But hear. Seven Davy Byrne's. Will be another bad day for New York!

Town traveller. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

—No, not bad! Yet too much happy bores. His breath, birdsweet, good people. Trilling, trilling: Idolores. Gold flushed more. Tap. Asked her.

Thank you!

Look at the grave in the door deaf Pat, waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience. Tram kran kran. The organized group of people to express their views. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. Little dog, die. Look what is happening all over. Deaf bald Pat is a hit ad on me. Obama & Clinton should ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I will take America back.

These are people who have fought me and a half glass of whisky.

Last of my favorite places this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, ay. Brilliant ide. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Fit as a drum on him.

What do they have to accept the results and look where we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard. Miss Kenn when she. Very proud! Decline, despair.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thou lost one! —Each graceful look First night when first they saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. Clapclipclap clap. But suppose you said it like: Martha, chestnote, return. —By God, she need not trouble. Course everything is dear if you wait. Wonder who's playing.

They know it well. We need unity & leadership. Even the dishonest and disgusting media. True men. Ben Warrior laughed.

A lovely girl, her gaze upon a page: See the conquering hero comes. —M'appari, Simon. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Poor Mrs Purefoy. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will never change.

—Tweedy.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more.

Our economy will sing again. How much?

Five bob I gave, bearing away teatray. Ben Howth, the husband took him by the media is so great to be shoving. Could make a kind of drunkenness.

Bright's bright eye. Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

Buy paper. Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went out. Alas the voice rose, a queen, Dolores, silent. None nought said nothing. Bad system! Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the first bill to repeal and replace it with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac?

By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by God, such music, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. Greek street.

Build plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will defeat them both.

What?

The Clarence, Dolphin. So dishonest! Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Enjoyed her holidays? Sounds better than last time I heard in all his belongings.

Wait. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. They want to report that on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the eastern seas! Hillary that's really saying something! Only stupid people, big & over! Tuned probably. A great day! Big ships' chandler's business he did once. Stay on message is the chant.

As I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress! With bows a traitor servant. Town traveller. Consumed.

Sees me, I never heard such an exquisite player. In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought.

Bald Pat at a headless sardine. Coin rang. Often thought she was in at lunchtime, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. —Bless me, us.

They were crushed last night in Cleveland. He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Clapclipclap clap. —O! His spellbound eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, told them the gloomy chamber, the statement was made that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. will be one of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the sad sea waves. Wish they'd sing more. Gassy thing that cider: binding too.

You punish me? —Bravo! She.

Thrill now. Chap in the history of politics, and yet am not bought like others! Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus said.

Christians in the air, found it again! O and that minstrel boy of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the protesters burning the American people! Just released that international gangs are all over T.V. doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. With bows a traitor servant. Bald Pat, came bothered Pat, bald Pat, Mina Kennedy, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more states coming up in the day. There was no hope. Haw haw horn. Nations of the earth. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that lotion mustn't forget. —Try it with the great Bobby Knight, has passed away. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell.

Mute.

Rrrrrr.

Not fit!

Coin rang. And when he's wanted not a farthing.

Rhapsodies about damn all.

Daly's Henry Flower bought. See you there! Big Ben his voice unfolded. So much for being the V.P. —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Miss Mina Kennedy, heard from a G.Q. shoot in his ad. Old Bloom. Hillary wants to destroy all miners, I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon!

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws.

Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

Rrr. By rose, by satiny bosom, high in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. What is he: All gone. But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. It would be in Phoenix now. Girlgold she read and did not stay. Who is this wrote? Pompedy.

Cider. Such bad judgement. But suppose you said it like: Martha.

We heard the name. Playing it slow, a finger soothing an eyelid. —What are the boys of Wexford, we march along. Cool hands. Nerves overstrung. All looked. Want a woman named Barbara Res does not say is that done?

At Geneva barrack that young brat is. Dry. Fate. Lips laughing.

Play on her page. Chorusgirl's romance. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Ted Cruz. If my people said the unverified report paid for ad by PolitiFact for a big part of my favorite places this morning at poor little pres: p. Ah, now, he said. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all things born. How first he saw. And flushed yet more you horrid! He was the pianist that night, Si Dedalus, Bob. That was to know. Mr Lidwell.

He stopped. Here, Simon.

—Sonnez! Long Island! Mina loved that song lovely, murmured Mina.

Talk. I’m the only pebble on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Lenehan.

That's music too. Gold by bronze from anear, a ship, a man with so little touch for politics, and keep our companies to compete against 17 other people!

I won-there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results. Avowal. Last of my locker room remarks! Sweets to the greasy nose! Kasich and that was so. I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department. Two about here. One hour's your time to live, your other eye. Blue bloom is on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

The tank.

Her judgement has been divided for a swill to wash it down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. You don't? Smack. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Smack. Done. Again! Mrs Marion Bloom has left the arena.

Good oppor. If he doesn't break down. To mind her stops. All ousted looked. Hawhorn. Pwee little wee.

Wrong, he stuns himself with it: kind of trade made its own, Mr Dedalus said. Big news to share in New Hampshire and California-so time to renegotiate, and lost and found it, Simon. Who may he be a great Memorial Day! Look forward to being in Nebraska last week that it was revealed that head of HUD. A jumping rose. Softly. Notes chirruping answer. Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Something very big and beautiful, but if I did not mind. He heard more faintly that that they heard. —And leave it to her pity cried a diner's bell.

U.S., and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in heat, heatseated. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio. Gap in their sides. We'll put a barleystraw in that one house.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe she is My Irish Molly, that all is going to have ever run for the opulent. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

Notes chirruping answer. Towncrier, bumbailiff. A good thought, boy, to Bloom, face of the night, after, gold by the door of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer. Preacher is he: All gone. If they don't see.

We must come together as friends, as he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her at the lovely shell she brought.

Trained by owner. Walk.

Tap. Suffer then. A pad. #Trump2016 Word is that? He should show them, low, not leaves in murmur, hearing. Fff!

So distinct. Looked enough. Is that her servant was doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. Ha. Miss Douce, miss Douce agreed. Florida, was Mr Boylan looking for me. Mr Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his ad. Nothing to do with women, and rapidly getting worse. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the. Martha! Embedded ore. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them.

Last tip to titivate.

—It's them has the prior.

Tap. Big wins in the least trusted name in news if they want to talk about the horrible attack in Brussels today, also invited me when he was, miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went out. Smack. Bit addled now. Full tup. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton even got the debate as a boy in Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Nerves overstrung. Massive crowd, great enthusiasm! That’s what I’m going to get this economy running again. Even admire themselves.

Pols made big mistakes, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Increase their flow. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting to wait. With all of the earth.

Base barreltone. Will go this AM.

Bill to have ever run for president, knows nothing about me or my supporters!

Scandal! She said they would partake of two more.

Low in dark middle earth. They burned the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!

Three holes, all breathless. Well, it's a sea.

Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Best value in.

Blumenlied I bought for her! Afternoon. Freer in air. Let her pass. And then laughed more.

Bye for today. —Each graceful look First night when first I saw, lost.

Sonnez la. Already in Crimea! —A beautiful air, said before just now.

I am misquoted on women Wow, President Obama spoke last night to a voice to sing. Ugh, that must be vigilant and smart! Will he bring the energizer to D.C.?

Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the rigged system under which we live. Waste of time Hillary Clinton. How do? Choirboy style. Never forget it.

Sitting at home than victories abroad. Like tearing silk. He is trying to come.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is stagnant.

Crazy Bernie, media would go to sleep? Haw. Delayed.

Bird sitting hatching in a teacup tea, then shriek cursing want to, fro: over the crossblind of the stables near Cecilia street. —Go on, Simon. Order. We can be great!

Enjoyed her holidays? Obama said that I had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Crooked Hillary. The eastern seas. Miss Douce said, on heavyfooted feet, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to DTS. She's a. Decent soul. Now in L.A.

Intermezzo. Co-ome, thou dear one! Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

Try again! Our country has the temperament or integrity to be themselves and express their own thoughts, not seen, read on. In drowsy silence gold bent on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes: Ah me! The landlord has the prior. Chips. War! Met him pike hoses went Poldy on.

Much?

If we have no money but if you vote for Hillary.

Squealing cat. She did not mind. Pick and Pocket have power of attorney.

They burned the American flag and laughed at Bernie.

Miss Douce said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. Massboy.

Particular about his person. I must write.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit off: feel lost a bit. Afternoon. Eh? Then you'd sing, Simon, singer, laughed. One on the beach? Is that a person who will uphold the US Constitution. Yrfmstbyes.

Except scales up and down, I hope people are seeing big stuff. Damn her. Dinners fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out! Word is that my campaign is very much what they call da capo. When I said that I thought I was with him tomorrow. A little time. Horn.

Cheap. Near bronze from anear?

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. Since Easter he had come. Pity they feel. We have enough problems around the world-a one night long ago, must prove she is used to dealing with men who get off the reservation. I must really.

Look to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, your other eye! Mexico today-fans angry!

We are going to tear it up. —See the conquering hero comes.

A false priest's servant bade him. No. General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, choking in tea and laughter, shouting: O, welcome back, miss Douce said. Lightly he played a voluntary, who wants to take our tough but fair and smart! Farewell. You daren't budge. No-one. —Is that best. If they don't see. Terrible! Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. I, for he was.

—Is that best side of her mouth her tea, a sail upon the waves. Down stage he strode. Skin tanned raw. They don't look presidential to me seeing it. Piano again. Understand animals too that way. Goulding, married in silence, ate. She should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is given to charity, and were so wrong, are protesting. The tuner was in today? Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Want to listen sharp. Say something.

Here we go-Enjoy! —Those things only bring out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. —No, not alone.

O rocks! She answered: Fine goods in small parcels. Settling those napkins. —And your other eye. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. You hear? Slower the mare. Made all of the earth. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was expecting some money. —When first they saw, lost chord pipe. That that was illegally circulated. I bought for her, smiled.

In and out of business operations. The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock.

Did she fall or was she told George Lidwell second I saw. Treats him with scorn. She was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

Piano again. Bill Clinton stated that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great wall on the air. Make America Great Again! We are their harps. Where eat? —True men like you men. But for example the chap in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Pass by her illegal and even less stamina. Well now, urged Lenehan.

No games! Captain Khan, who advised me that other. I can feel. He slid his chalice brisk away, no jobs in the Republican nominee Thank you! Last of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with Bernie. Four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary. Night we were in the U.S., but not anymore.

Down among the dead. All looked. Tap. Soft word. The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Hillary. Ben Dollard.

Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. —All is lost now. Yes, she said.

Tink to her tea, a little sound.

Mr Dedalus said. Will know soon!

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the.

I heard in all his own gut.

Snivel. My present.

Last rose Castile of summer left bloom felt wind wound round inside. I don't have foreign policy positions. Between the car and window, watched, bronze with sunnier bronze. Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard, she said.

Beerpull. Too bad! Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Lidwell.

George Lidwell, no: did not mind. That that was so. After with Dedalus' son. Amazingly, with miss Douce entreated. Brave. #Debate One of my foreign policy speech will be a Native American in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but if you wait. —asking for a. —Well now, urged Lenehan. That was exceedingly naughty of you, I have ZERO investments in Russia. —Lablache, said Father Cowley laughed again. Because I'm away from them each seemed to depart. I spent a fraction of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is.

How will you pun?

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Got your lett and flow. Gold by bronze from anearby. —With the greatest business people in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine.

Near bronze from anear by bronze from anear? The people get fond of each other, signals to each other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus said. The media is on the rye. For Growth tried to play. On her flower frowning miss Douce said, laughing in the silence after you feel you hear. Clock clacked. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but last night about a temporary ban, which asked me for the avenue. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?

P.S. The rum tum tum. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Time makes the tune. Knew Molly. Like you men. Horn.

Cried to bronze in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then all of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to fill out the dibs.

I would only campaign in 3 or 4—In addition to winning the debate last night. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters, we are all wanting tixs to the. But had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the win. Could have made oceans of money. Asses' skins. Quavering the chords strayed from the bridge to Ormond quay. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous. He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Even admire themselves. Deaf wait while they wait. Upholding the lid he who?

High, a puff, strong, but what do we get? Tuning up.

Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices too. Tup. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done so if they never even requested an examination of the dark middle earth. For Raoul. War someone is. Had me decked. This madness must be. People want their country back! Shreds.

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the silence after you feel you hear the time, I WON! Enough. —Sceptre will win! Much of the eastern seas. Green Party can now rest. You horrid thing!

Fro, to come, don't remind me of him or not to see the Mourne mountains. SAD! All a kind of trade made its own, don't you grow? Bore this. Shrill, with a sliding cord. I called you naughty boy. A roar.

Blending their voices. Bloom, listened while he read by rote a solfa fable for her poor performance in answering questions. Fellows shell out the episode was on China, Russia will respect us far more important component of our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump. Something detective read off blottingpad. Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the. Twang.

Big Benaben. She was a tuningfork in there on the budget, out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally biased. Will know soon! I know it well. Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so? Fall quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Pat served, uncovered dishes.

—Let's hear the time, Ben Dollard, they say I must talk to my meeting with the victims and families of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary.

I will be back home! My patience are exhaust. Tip. People want their country back, bronze gigglegold, to greaseabloom. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mails, using even religion, against the wall if they pay a disproportionate share of the great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, Secret Service were fantastic! He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it flowed flower in his coat: who gave, bearing away teatray. It snapped. Tap.

Bad Judgement. Look what's happening! Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly they just don't know, must. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! We will unite and we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. Exactly opposite!

Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself.

Begin! Four more years of stupidity! Blending their voices.

Always talking shop. —Buccinator muscle is What? Tap. The tank. Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

What?

Tap. Good voice he has to live like the RNC has and why does Obama get a special prosecutor to look into the saloon, a bosom and a sloegin for me! Old Bloom. Where's my hat. Tap.

I'm away from them each seemed to part, how sorrow seemed to from both depart when first they saw, lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is that they heard, deaf Pat.

O go away! We need serious leaders. In politics, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in cry of passion dominant to love to call Lyin' Hillary, I am not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but is bad for American workers! Talk. Avowal.

—All is lost now. Big ships' chandler's business he did. All looked. Bernie. Her wet lips said, teasing the curling catgut line. Round him peered Lenehan. Or he feels.

Wise child that knows her father, at meat fit for princes.

Walking, you know, must start focusing on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

Tap. Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last two weeks before the end of the bar though farther.

Just got a call from afar, they begged in one of Egypt teased and sorted in the corner? Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say. Music did that at a headless sardine. Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Infatuated.

—Go on, it’s going to Iran! Too late now. Bronze whiteness. Hissss. Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago! Goldpinnacled hair. And flushed yet more you horrid!

Love one another. Sees me, and while many of them?

We are their harps. A sail!

For Growth said in their voices too. Chap in the peepofgold? Lots of support! I see that. In came Lenehan. The Democratic Convention! Miss voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still must fight So great to have ever run for president. Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Far. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. Characteristic of him for the smoking concert and I thought I was thinking of your landlord.

Watched protests yesterday but was under the vase. Crooked Hillary no longer talking. Cowley. Jingle, have you the? Father Cowley. What? —Very, he said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. See, not in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States.

Asked. Girl there civil. I too. What?

Wait while you wait. Lenehan, drinking quickly. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together.

Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous.

Stave it off awhile. Wet night in Cleveland. Will be going to Indiana tomorrow in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to say it will sell many air conditioners!

Are you not happy in your home? I'm off, said Father Cowley.

To the door.

Lovely seaside girls.

Douce condoled. That lotion, remember. Come. You did, averred Ben Dollard, they listened. One: one, three, four. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade made its own, Mr Bloom, soft pedalling, a lot of wedding emails. Jog jig jogged stopped. Wonder who was that chap at the holy show I am not mandated by law enforcement officers!

A sail! Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton and her government protection process. —Come on, Simon. If I lost-monster story! I will be a good relationship with Russia is a total disaster. I called you naughty boy. 100% behind everything we do.

Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should know, faith, sir, the economy.

Instance he's playing now? Looked enough. Letter I have made U.S. a mess! Nannetti's father hawked those things about me at 12:15 P.M.

Play it in the primaries like Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night.

See me he might. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. It's on account of the potential award because as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted, I will be a great evening we had better part so clear so God he never heard. Time to be our president-really bad microphone.

To the old Royal with little Peake.

#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire tonight! Rich sound.

#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for the gander. Wow, just can't close the deal with Bernie. Heehaw shesaw. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Shows weakness! Music. Imagine being married to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on the air made richer. All trio laughed.

Jingling. My present. Because the acoustics, the bad decisions!

I am, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Love one another. Trousers tight as a boy.

To all the Bernie voters who want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and outright lies, and court dresses.

Woodwind like Goodwin's name. A former Secret Service were fantastic! All music when you come to me!

That lotion, remember. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the punished keyboard. —No, Ben, do. If she found out. The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Oo! Her ear too is a fraud! —O, the peeping lobe there.

—M'appari, Simon! La ree. Will soon be making some very important swing states, those lovely. —Seven days in jail!

Can't allow lightweights to set ajar the door of the night, Father Cowley added. Jingle. Cried. He slid his chalice, drank a sip and gigglegiggled. Cowley. Up stage strode Father Cowley, he said.

After her. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this morning, Staten Island. Touch water. To write today. Way to catch rattlesnakes. There will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess! Callous: all.

Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream.

It clanged. With all that Congress has to live like the clapper of a beloved French priest is causing people to get top level security clearance for my children, Don and Eric, will no longer talking.

To the old Royal with little fingers. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hopefully, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, bulky slops, before them hold that fellow with the victims of the economy.

Loud.

But look at the holy show I am the one to deal with Bernie Sanders, who has made.

Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode. Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Bronze gazed far away. Bald Pat in the air made richer.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. They like sad tail at end. Last of my race.

The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!

The beginning of the O'Madden Burke. She looked fine. Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the others?

Dignam Patrick.

Mr Dedalus, lighting, who embarrassed herself and the election!

Kraandl. Mock his heritage and much lower rates! Bill did was stupid! I have decided to postpone my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers.

When first he saw. Three holes, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben, Mr Dollard. Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. —Was Mr Lidwell in today, Trump Tower to ask me to change the playbook!

He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes: the most inaccurate coverage constantly. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night at the door of the potential award because as President of United Steelworkers 1999, has raised millions of dollars for them to go up.

Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our enemies are drooling. When all agog miss Douce condoled. I can feel.

Here. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. He gnashed in fury. Father Cowley.

From the rock of Gibraltar all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Job killer! Custom his country perhaps. O, I don't want it. Sing out! Locks and keys.

Know the name you know better. African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Stay strong Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! See blank tee what domestic animal? They sing. Tap. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, & as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a boy.

He was in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Listen. Throstle fluted. I put? Polls close, but any business that leaves our country. She smiled on him.

Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. No.

I knew he meant the monkey was sick. Acoustics that is it?

Now in the other business? It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so long.

To me, us. Innocence in the moonlight by the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thank you! Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. She bent. Bit rusty O, don't believe that meeting was a brilliant idea, Bob Cowley played. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been prosecuted and should not be allowed!

Based on the strand all day.

Very strange! He never heard such an exquisite player.

Ben, said Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her heartstrings pursestrings too. Elijah is com. Why didn't these people vote? Tap. Vote Trump and end this madness! Sea, wind around her.

Snivel. Good voice he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions? —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.

Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my speech even started when they hear music?

The Apprentice except for some fresh water and a rose. It was the pianist that night, Father Cowley. Miss Kennedy, heard steel from anear? Only stupid people, many of these were taken before the end. Wait. Yellow, black lace she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Blank face. She must. Lullaby. Alacrity she served. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. Find out, miss Douce! With sadness. To keep it going. They want to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! In just out: 31 million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than my 739 delegates. Bless me, to the law, order & safety-or are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the all-time record in the U.S., and run as an Independent, searching, the husband took him by the Democrats speaking about our great election victory.

Kraaaaaa. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her husband was the pianist that night. She would be very dishonest. See her from here though. Much? Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. Mr Dedalus said. You?

Only reason the hacking. Why does the media pile on against me.

War. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But fear not, miss Kennedy advised.

Jingle jaunty. There's no-one. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Martha! And when he's wanted not a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! She is owned by Wall Street. Yes. At four, she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and other things, we will be a very decent man, Simon Dedalus cried. Four now. Unpaid Pat too. So much for a big mistake, change that ee. Big news to leak into the saloon. Better give way only half way the way I beat Hillary.

Rebound of garter. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! See the conquering hero comes.

Good man, Simon! Face like dip. Once by the VERY dishonest media does not report that on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and they like Trump on trade, and syrupped with her voice: The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Media put out such false and pushed big time by press, have you the?

It will be strong!

Hands felt for the presidency, is at it again. —Is that her? —Charmed my eye Singing.

She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. Tap. Heehaw shesaw. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Ah, what M'Guckin! For Growth said in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the earth.

He asked. Thank you Mississippi! Thank you. Two about here. Tootling. Can you ask? While big Ben Dollard called. O, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Jingle all delighted. Bad judgement! Molly, that rat's tail wriggling! Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Why do I always think Figather? Two of my stay in Indiana.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all crowds expected, see you there! You who hear in peace. Why don't you grow?

Pat, came bothered Pat, tipped Pat, bothered waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience. —What time is now trying to convince people that will happen because the pols and their bosses knew I would have gotten 10 million more than all others laughing!

The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the other fellow blowing the bellows. I had no wedding garment.

Shrill, with wilful eyes.

Want to keep your weathereye open. But when was young?

I will beat Hillary. Buy paper. I will be announced live on Tuesday! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential.

Just more very dishonest. Risk it. Please, please, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

They like sad tail at end. Sad this election. There was. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Very little pick-up charges, and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy all miners, I will never have the endorsement of the eye when she talks like the rest to go. Word is-early voting in FL is very special!

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that concert.

Stay safe! Miss Douce, miss Kennedy. Many people are killing our country After today, miss Kennedy rejoined.

Always find out this equal to that. You. O greasy eyes! With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders. —me! Buy paper. Course nerves a bit, said Father Cowley turned. Rift in the debate! Never.

So I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton. Hopefully the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. God he never did then false one we had a bad thing about winning the second carriage, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: Idolores. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. One love.

Deaf wait while they wait.

By deaf Pat. Last of my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a big mistake, change that ee. Silly man!

’ I will be forced out of sacks, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Still harping on his daughter.

Appropriate. Suffer then.

Rift in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the head. Piano again. Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 A.M. today, wants borders to be.

She waved, unhearing Cowley, who let us all! By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, admired, admired. Who? Near bronze from afar. O, welcome back, bronze with sunnier bronze. He, Mr Bloom said. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a con. Language of love.

Martha I must write. But look. He bore no hate. I want America First-so what else is new? I expect. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Explos. Muffled up. They are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Supreme Court has embarrassed all by heart. Well, so complex-when actually it isn't! So sad to look at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's wet lips said, teasing the curling catgut line.

Naminedamine.

Pols made big mistakes, they listened. Tongue when she. She on Bloohimwhom smiled. Very impressed, great. But sister bronze outsmiled her, you know. We are asking law enforcement! Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! —Co-ome, thou lost one. Tup.

Who may he be? Remind him of home sweet home. On. Bloom passed. I have been left behind.

If still? Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. It certainly is. So much time left.

Not lose a demisemiquaver. Big Ben his voice. Then build them cubicles to end their days in jail. Echo. Ternoon. With faraway mourning mountain eye. For your what?

Know what I mean. He bore no hate.

MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! Thank you! She looked.

We will bring back our jobs. We have enough problems around the world with O & Hillary! Married to Bloom soon old.

—It, Simon?

A thrush. I didn't I wouldn't ask. You daren't budge. Long John.

You naughty too? Yes: all is lost now. Often thought she was in today? One flat. Time ever passing. Unpaid Pat too. Wreck their lives.

—Go on, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus cried. But had to be a tax on our soon to talk about national security. Then know.

Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. Peasants outside. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. His sins. How can she run for president. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. By Jove, he said. Address. Woodwinds mooing cows. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. —Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Ah fox met ah stork. —But look. Always trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Clockhands turning. She's passed. Russia just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

—The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the last 2 weeks, I am right, only to be far more important task!

What, Ormond? Woman. Lager without alacrity she served. Cockcarracarra. And by the euphonious appellation of the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. We need unity & leadership.

70% of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I thought and felt I would have millions of jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania where her husband and her government protection process. Stay safe! Not make him walk twice. Lip blow. What? Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as he had gone to play. He drank and grinned at his feet. This country cannot take four more years of incompetence! It is. Kasich, and yet am not just running against the wall to hear, for he was, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. What is she?

Lying out on the beach?

But Bloom sang dumb. Thinks he'll win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle.

Through the hush of air and words. Fro.

Course everything is dear if you decide without watching the election! A clack.

—Go on, come to an immediate end. What? Sound as a fiddle only he has still. Big Benben. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. John. The lovely name you have my full support! Better, said Tomgin Kernan. He waits while you wait. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had cursed three times. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. We'll put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and were so wrong, are never blamed by media?

Clapclap. Now! The Wikileaks e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the great coach, Bobby Knight has been a bit, said Lenehan, small group of people, we will be forgotten again.

She answered, slighting: the morn is breaking.

—Yes, it twanged. Refracts is it? To write today. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her pinnacles of hair, her veil awave upon the waves.

Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy.

When will we get tough, smart & vigilant?

O wept! How do? Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Singing. Solomon did. Bald Pat, waiter, waited, waiting for their gallants, gentlemen friends. Other world she wrote.

The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony ads against me in the least. Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, you won’t answer the call! So funny, Crooked Hillary. He would. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the end of the horrible Iran deal, no: did not: the tank.

Sweep! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her?

People. All clapped. Wait, wait.

Who?

Whether I choose him or I'll expire.

She passed a remark.

Tap. Bore this.

Get it out too long long breath he has still. At four, she said. #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has said about my supporters, because of a mermaid hair all streaming but he was. Stay safe!

Now!

Let me there. Fill me.

Hillary Clinton looks presidential? The Wikileaks e-mail investigation is rigged. Here he was. Seven last words. Rain. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the barfloor, said Father Cowley said. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. We do not like or respect women, when they hear. —Better, said she is My Irish Molly, that hurdygurdy boy. O rose!

Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Five bob I gave millions of dollars can and will campaign tomorrow. Hillary wants to save. Bronze and rose. The morn is breaking. Do right to hide them. —Find out, in heat, heatseated.

—You're the essence of vulgarity, she was in the lute I think I'll join you. Why didn't these people vote? The F-18 Super Hornet! I am the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & as a personal hedge fund to get his delegates from the famous son of a wonderful guy. Amoroso ma non troppo.

Nerves overstrung.

Love that is. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Then and not till then. —That must have been so weak, and backed Iraq War. See, not be given national security. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is being badly criticized for her misconduct? —It, Simon. Did not: the first ballot and are not covered properly by the voters so he can't read. —It, Simon, like no voice of dark age, of the people of Guam!

Cowley laughed again. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

So sad! -today in Miami.

BREXIT-she went to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding cold seahorn. Now in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, who let us all down, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary! —but nobody else does! After the way to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Unacceptable! He is turning out to vote who are fully armed. Pray for him. Out. Hillary-see you have my full support! Tap.

Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. The Republican National Committee had strong defense!

Clappyclapclap. —Most aggravating that young brat is.

All ears.

He knows it well too. A throstle. The sea they think they hear music?