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thechildoflightning · 5 years ago

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Growing Roots Ch3- Hypocotyl

Title: Growing Roots [Masterpost]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Prinxiety, background Logicality

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Chapter Title: Hypocotyl

Summary:

A plant, much like friendship, doesn’t grow in a day. To grow, a plant requires the right nutrients, proper soil conditions, and correct lighting to grow to its full potential. Even with this perfect balance, not every plant makes it. A friendship is much more delicate, and a lot more complex.

Or: How exactly did Roman and Virgil become friends?

Warnings: PTSD, Intentional Self-Harm (past), Unintentional Self-Harm, RSD, Sucide Attempt (past), Scars, Blood, Islamphobia

[ao3 link]

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Growing Roots Ch3- Hypocotyl

After that night, Roman thought things between him and Virgil were bound to get better. After all, it’s not like things could get worse. In addition, Roman now had a better understanding of Virgil. He knew that Virgil had PTSD and his PTSD had to do with a bad situation where something involving sexual assault (or at least near or relating to it) had happened. He could work with that. He could support Virgil through that.

But things between them didn’t get better, In fact, if anything, Virgil seemed to draw more and more away. The problem was, he wasn’t only drawing away from Roman, but Patton and Logan as well. Roman could understand if Virgil didn’t like him. Roman knew he had fucked up plenty of times. But Patton and Logan were such good people and he couldn’t figure out why Virgil would draw away from them too.

(Maybe it was because Roman was spending more time with them. Maybe Virgil was canceling plans more just to avoid Roman. Maybe Roman should start backing out so Virgil could have the support he needed from Patton and Logan. After all, they were friends first. He was the newest, last member. The least important).

It was as a result of this recent behavior that Virgil’s newest text to Roman came as a surprise.

V: Can u come over? I have to give u something

V: It’ll be quick

R: can it b later? have a class soon

V: It’ll be quick

R: is that ur way of saying that it cant wait

V: ,,,yes?

With a huff, Roman shoved his phone in his pocket and left for Virgil’s dorm, not knowing what was so important that it couldn’t wait two hours. Luckily, his dorm building was only two away from Virgil’s. If he jogged, he could get there quickly, get whatever Virgil had for him, and still make it on time to class.

He did exactly that, coming to a stop outside Virgil’s door with little huffs of breathe to show the fact that he had raced across part of campus. Hopefully this wouldn’t take longer than a minute. Roman really hated to skip class, he struggled with his grades enough as is.

Now at the door, he texted the boy and then knocked, knowing that Virgil wouldn’t answer the door unless he knew who was there.

It wasn’t a long wait, the door quickly twisting open to reveal a disheveled Virgil.

“I need you to take this,” Virgil said, shoving something into his hands almost immediately.

Roman stumbled a bit to keep a steady hold on the item considering he wasn’t really expecting something to be dramatically shoved into his arms.

“Uh, okay,” he said as he readjusted what he could not identify as a locked box in his arms, “What is it?”

“Stuff,” Virgil replied, “Here’s the key. Don’t open it.”

Roman readjusted the box again to grab the key from Virgil.

“So you’re giving me a locked box and the key that goes with it but I’m not allowed to open it?” he questioned.

He shifted from foot to foot, gaze traveling from the box back to Virgil. Because what the hell? What was so important about this damn box that he had to come over right now and take it but wasn’t allowed to know anything about it? He had a class he had to get to! He didn’t have time for mysterious boxes.

“Yes, no opening it,” Virgil agreed, “And you keep it until I want the box back.”

Okay, what? Virgil wasn’t just giving him the box? He wanted it back? Roman was box-sitting? Why was Roman box-sitting? What was he supposed to do with any of this?

“Uh, then why are you giving to me?” Roman asked.

Roman thought he had been lost before, but well, now he was even more confused. It reminded him of that show “Naked and Afraid” except the setting was Virgil’s dorm instead of being stranded on an island and a title like “A Box and Vague Words” would probably fit the situation better.

“I can’t have it right now,” Virgil explained. But, no, it wasn’t really an explanation. It was a half-explanation to avoid actually explaining.

“The box?” Roman questioned, “You can’t have the box right now?”

Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes before giving Roman a look like he was stupid. Which was not fair at all. Here Virgil was texting him to come over immediately, demanding he take a box, not telling him what was in, eventually wanting it back, but unable to have it right now. So sue him for being confused. It was a confusing situation!

“What’s in the box,” Virgil attempted to clarify, “I can’t have what’s in the box right now.”

“Well, what’s in the box?”

“Can’t tell you that.”

Of course not. Virgil could just never make things easy, could he.

“Virgil I’m not taking a sketchy locked box from you unless you allow me to open it or you tell me what’s in it.”

“Just take it.”

“No.”

“Roman, I really really really need you to take the box.”

“What’s in the box, Virgil?”

He was raising his voice a bit at this point, something he only noticed when Virgil took a step back and Trixie took a step forward, going into a Block.

Right. Virgil didn’t like yelling.

He took a breath and lowered his volume.

“Sorry,” he said immediately, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Virgil relaxed slightly as he exhaled loudly.

“It’s just- Virgil I’m not taking a random box from you in this weird as fuck situation if you’re not going to tell me what’s in it.”

The boy froze. The previous tension didn’t quite return to his body but he also didn’t relax any further. Instead he just went completely still. He seemed to calculate something in the silence, though Roman had no idea what.

Eventually, he refocused on Roman, and Roman was surprised to find a bit of steel in his eyes.

“The box contains everything sharp I own,” Virgil admitted, his voice small.

Roman blinked.

What?

This was what Virgil couldn’t tell him was in the box? I mean sure it was weird, but not nearly on the level Roman was expecting. Honestly, he didn’t know what he had been expecting. Human organs? Evidence of money laundering? Virgil’s diary?

“Well that’s not ominous at all,” Roman offered, “But, uh, why are you giving them to me? Is this some kind of social experiment or something?”

Really. Sharp things? Again, kind of creepy but not what he had been expecting.

Virgil just blinked at him.

Roman stared right back.

Virgil sighed loudly and gave Roman the same look he gave him earlier, like Roman was an idiot or something. He bristled up a bit.

“No. I- Roman. Everything sharp I own,” Virgil repeated. Roman nodded. The better explanation followed, “Everything I could hurt myself with.”

Roman went back to blinking.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked.

“Everything I could hurt myself with,” Virgil repeated, and then he was off, “And I mean, I know I said everything sharp, but it’s not just sharp things. I uh- there’s all my meds in there except for like a week’s dosage so I don’t run out and I threw in some cleaning chemicals and stuff because even though I don’t think I- well it’s just better to be safe, so... Oh! And I couldn’t get rid of everything glass, but all the glass from picture frames because, well, I’ve- in the past- well yeah. Just thought it was better not to have them, y’know?”

Roman just held the box as Virgil’s rambling came to a close.

The speech filtered in but didn’t seem to quite connect.

“What?” Roman asked, “Virge, why would you hurt yourself? Why are you giving me these things?”

Virgil shifted on his feet and his hands came to grasp his elbows. His nails dug in sharply through his hoodie. Trixie whined and nudged his arms away from one another. When his grip loosened, Roman noticed the spots of darker coloration on the jackets arms.

“V-Virgil,” Roman started, heart thrumming in his chest, “Are- are you bleeding?”

A million expressions passed across the older boys face, all to quickly for Roman to decipher even one of them.

“I- Roman I struggle with self-harm. I have for a long time. I- I haven't done it for over a year now. But the urges still presents itself all the time. Usually it’s manageable. Right now it’s less so. That’s why I need you to take the box right now.”

Roman felt like his head was going to explode and his heart was going to leap out of his chest.

“Allahu-” Roman starts, before cutting himself off. He knew what ‘allahu akbar’ means. He knew that in this case it’s just a simple expression to him. He also knew what other people thought of it. He knew that the words are equivalent to ‘terrorist’ in their eyes. How many times had he been called exactly that for much less?

“Virgil,” he restarted, “Virgil did you- are you bleeding? Are you- Virgil did you hurt yourself? You- You’re arms.”

He saw the hoodie and those had to be bloodstains and that meant that Virgil bled through his hoodie and was Virgil hurting himself? Was his friend doing this to his body. They were friends right? I mean, Virgil had come to him and now Roman had to deal with his. His friend was hurting himself so what did he do?

“No, no,” Virgil said frantically. He shook his head so hard Roman would be surprised he didn’t get whiplash.

It didn’t do much to cause Roman to relax.

“I didn’t hurt myself,” Virgil promised.

That, on the other hand, did allow Roman to relax a little bit. His shoulders loosened and he felt like he could breathe again.

“I mean, I kind of did hurt myself,” Virgil admitted, “but it wasn’t really on purpose? And it’s not bad!”

Roman was back to being very worried. This whole conversation was making his head spin. He felt like the physical manifestation of a 404 error code.

He wondered if this was what Logan felt like when he got so overwhelmed by everything that he couldn’t talk and had to be left alone for awhile.

Virgil seemed to be able to tell that Roman was completely lost, because he carried on with his explanation.

“Okay so. I don’t self-harm anymore. Or I haven’t for a year. But I’m having the worst urges I’ve had in a while. And I would ask Patton or Logan instead of you-” That stung a bit but was also probably fair. Virgil and him weren’t the closest. “-But they went home yesterday evening because neither of them had classes today and so they left for the three day weekend. And I am bleeding and I did hurt myself but I didn’t mean to. It was unintentional. I was digging my nails in my arms and I don’t mean to but I do that a lot sometimes. Trixie catches it for me. But well, I’ve been doing it a lot recently because things haven’t been the best so I accidentally broke skin and started bleeding. But I didn’t mean to and it’s not bad.”

Okay. That was a lot all at once. Roman worked on focusing on the things he could handle now.

“Virgil, you’re bleeding through your jacket.”

Virgil’s eyes went wide and he turned his arm to look at. He brushed a finger against the blood stain.

Sure, it was a small bloodstain. And Virgil’s jacket wasn’t very thick, worn down by tons of use. But he had bleed through his jacket, which meant that the wound was a little more than a bug bite. It might not be bleeding profusely, and would probably clot pretty quickly, but a band aid would probably still help.

“Do you have band aids?” Roman asked.

Virgil’s brow furrowed but he nodded anyways.

Neither of them moved.

“Can- can I come in?” Roman asked.

Even after this long and pretty draining conversation, he was just awkwardly standing right outside of Virgil’s dorm holding a box of all the things Virgil owned that he could hurt himself with.

“I can get a band aid myself,” Virgil insisted.

Roman hesitated.

“I know. But, I’m concerned. Please? It would make me feel better.”

Virgil stood there for a while, shifting in the doorway. Roman could practically see the gears in his mind turning.

“Okay,” he allowed eventually as he moved out of the way of the dorm. Roman entered as Virgil wandered over to a shelf, presumably to grab a band aid. Roman took a seat at the desk off to the side. Trixie sat near him, out of the way but with her eyes on Virgil.

Virgil grabbed a small first aid kit and brought it over. He opened it and pulled out a band aid.

“See, I have band aids, I’m fine,” Virgil insisted as he waved the band aid in Roman’s face.

“Okay, let’s see the damage,” Roman insisted, reaching out to grab Virgil’s arm.

Virgil jerked back and Trixie was up in seconds, going straight into a Block between Virgil and Roman.

“Virgil?”

“I- uh-” the boy stuttered, “Uh, please don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Roman asked, a frown on his lips.

“Try and grab me.”

“I wasn’t. I was just trying to look at your arm,” Roman insisted.

Why had Virgil freaked so bad? He was just trying to help.

But this was what being around Virgil was always like. Roman was always walking on eggshells and never knew what to do. Virgil could just randomly go off and Roman wouldn’t know what was wrong. He would then feel terrible because he knew Virgil had PTSD, didn’t know the specifics, but it was obvious that he was affected by it. Roman was trying, he was, but he didn’t even know where to start.

“Just, please, don’t do that again?” Virgil asked.

Now that Virgil had told him, Roman wouldn’t do it. That wasn’t the problem. He was good at respecting Virgil’s boundaries now. The problem was that things always went this way. Roman would do something and it would set Virgil off and then he would just feel this crushing guilt. Then Virgil would tell him not to do it again and Roman would try not to but he didn’t even know what he did in the first place and Virgil never explained. Of course, he didn’t really expect Virgil to explain because that was unfair but it did make everything so much harder for Roman.

Roman hated messing up like this because he thought Virgil was maybe his friend now but how could they be when Roman could never get anything right?

Instead of voicing any of these concerns, Roman just mumbled a simple, “Okay, I won’t,” and left it at that.

Virgil gave him a wary look and a nod, so Roman assumed he was in the clear.

“Just, can I see your arm?” he asked, “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Virgil hesitated but nodded. He set the first aid supplies down and took to shucking off his jacket, exposing his arms. Arms that had scars littered across them like spiderwebs. Planned and coordinated, like little lines swirling and growing. Roman felt sick.

“The fuck,” Roman blurted out.

Virgil stiffened and brought his arms in close to his chest, jacket falling to the ground.

“Virgil- Virgil your arms I-”

Roman had never seen anything like this. Sure there had been a kid in his high school who went around every day showing off two new lines to her classmates as if they were some sort of prize. But those had been two a day and had barely bled enough to be even called cuts. None of them left scars.

Virgil’s arms were covered. Most of them were small to medium sized, wrapping around the sides like mini white bracelets. Some were more faded than others and blended in better, but many were still stark and apparent against Virgil’s light skin.

The most shocking were the two long ones that stretched vertically. They were bumpy and raised and Roman had only seen them for a minute but he had seen them. He had never seen them in person, had kind of thought they were a myth of the media. But he knew what they were.

A suicide attempt.

Virgil had tried to kill himself.

“I just told you I had a history with self-harm,” Virgil muttered meekly as Roman continued to stare. Not that there was much to stare at now that Virgil clutched his arms to his chest.

What was he supposed to do in this situation?

“Roman?”

It was the tone of voice that got through to him. Roman had heard Virgil happy, mad, angry, sad, scared. He might not have been friends with the boy long, but he had known him for a bit longer. He had seen Virgil in better and worse moods and learned the tones that went with each one.

But he had never heard the boy sound meek and small like this before.

Roman snapped out of it.

“Okay,” he said, to steady himself, “Okay. Let’s take a look at where you’re bleeding.”

Virgil didn’t move.

“Virge,” he pleaded.

The other boy relented and held his arm out. Roman took it gently and turned it so he could see the small marks near his elbow.

They were bleeding slightly, but Virgil hadn’t been kidding when he said that they were small. They were also clearly from his nails and didn’t seem intentional like the lines further down on his wrists.

Roman trusted that they had been an accident.

It made all of this a lot easier to deal with.

(He wouldn’t of known what to do if they hadn’t been an accident).

The blood had smeared a bit, presumably where it had soaked into the hoodie. Roman moved around to gather the needed supplies, Virgil trailed after Roman, and Trixie followed Virgil. A miniature congo line of disaster.

Roman grabbed a bottle of water from Virgil’s desk and found a Kleenex off to the side. He poured a bit of water onto the Kleenex and set to wiping away the blood.

When he had cleaned the small wound he took the band aid Virgil offered him and placed it on the scratch.

He did the entire procedure twice more. Once more on the arm he held now, and then again on the other.

When he was done, he released Virgil and threw away the trash.

“Thanks,” Virgil muttered. He pulled his arms back into him but didn’t replace his hoodie. Roman didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Virgil looked back up at him.

“Uh, you can- you can go now?” he half told, half asked, “Just please take the box with you.”

“No, yeah, I’ll take the box,” Roman confirmed. Now that he knew how could he not? “It’s just, Virgil, are you okay?”

“Fine,” he muttered, as he quickly turned away from Roman to put away the first aid supplies.

“Bullshit,” Roman declared loudly. Virgil flinched and dropped the kit. Trixie quickly pressed up against him. Roman made a note to lower his volume.

“I-” Virgil hesitated.

“Virgil we’re friends right?” Roman asked, “I mean, I think we are? I want to be? And friends help each other out, okay. I’m- I’m here for you, alright?”

Virgil turned around and met his eyes. Roman got the distinct feeling that he was looking for something, but he didn’t know what Virgil was looking for, or if he would find it.

Virgil eventually sighed and clutched his elbows. Trixie nosed his arms and he dropped them to his sides before picking up the first aid kit he had dropped.

“I- I’m having a tough time,” he admitted.

No shit.

But this was progress. This was Virgil opening up. Roman just had to figure out how to keep it going.

“How can I help?” he asked.

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut.

“You can’t,” he answered miserably.

“Bullshit,” Roman declared again, but quieter, “I might not be able to like, make you not want to hurt yourself. But I can help you. C’mon Charlie Frown, let me in. I’m here for you.”

Virgil burst into tears.

Roman blinked and took a step back. Whatever this reaction was, it was not one he was expecting. He was way out of his depth here.

He was always out of his depth with Virgil, always saying the wrong things. Roman had always been a good dancer, but around Virgil he had two left feet and another in his mouth. He could never say or do the right thing. Ever.

Maybe Virgil didn’t want to be his friend. Roman was pretty shit at it anyway.

Virgil continued to cry.

Roman tried to push down the self-doubt and loathing. It wasn’t the time for it. He was trying, and for now that would have to be enough. He refocused on Virgil.

“Hey, uh, Virgil, shit. Uh, hey it’s gonna be okay?”

Roman’s words seemed to be unheard or ignored as Virgil continued to crying. Roman didn’t know what to do.

Virgil’s crying continued to increase until he started choking on his breathe, his gulps of air becoming tiny frantic wheezes.

Trixie, who had been pawing at him for a while now, jumped up slightly to tap Virgil on his chest. He finally seemed to notice his dog and- lacking any sort of grace- collapsed to the floor. Trixie immediately covered him, performing what Roman thought Virgil had called ‘DPT.’

Roman just stood there, feeling absolutely helpless, but knowing at least enough to not interfere with Trixie’s work.

He stood there for what seemed like ages before Virgil got his breathing back under control. Roman couldn’t help but think that he was definitely missing his class today. He wasn’t going to be leaving Virgil like this.

As Virgil slowly began to be able to breathe again, Roman joined him on the floor, keeping a wide area of space between him and the other boy. He didn’t want to scare Virgil.

“Hey, Virge,” Roman murmured softly. The other boys eyes flickered up to his own as Virgil desperately wiped tears away from his eyes. “We don’t have to talk or anything, but is it okay if I stay with you for a while?”

“I’m fine,” Virgil muttered stiffly.

“You might be,” Roman agreed.

Virgil blinked, as if trying to compute the words Roman had just said.

“Yes,” he said slowly, “I’m fine. So you can leave.”

“If you really want me to, I’ll leave,” Roman said, “But I’d like to stay.”

Virgil played with his dogs fur and studied her carefully to avoid looking at Roman.

“Why?” he eventually asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do you want to stay?”

Roman gave a little frown and leaned forward from his seated position.

“Virgil- Well, like you said earlier, you’re having a bit of a rough time. And you might be fine. I get that. I’m not here to tell you that you’re not. But I am your friend. Or at least I’m trying to be your friend. And friend’s help each other out when the other’s not doing so well, right?”

Virgil’s eyes started to turn glassy again and he blinked to hold back tears. He continued to not face Roman.

“You don’t have to stay,” Virgil said.

Now Roman got it. He hadn’t before, hadn’t understood why Virgil had been so evasive, so detached. Maybe there was more to it, maybe there was something else (there always was when it came to Virgil), but Roman understood this. He understood the stressed word. He understood the connotation behind it.

“Virgil,” Roman insisted, “I know I don’t have to stay. I want to.”

Virgil hesitated, then nodded.

It didn’t fix anything. It certainly wouldn’t fix Virgil’s problems, nor would it fix Roman’s. But maybe it wasn’t the time to fix something. Maybe it was the time to build. Inshallah, Roman was going to succeed at building this friendship between Virgil and him.

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mumuho · 6 years ago

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I need you to kiss me - Kai (pt. 3)

Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.

Fluuuuuuuff

Parts:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

During the weekends you only meet up once. Kai usually stops by on Saturday on Sunday, depending on your schedule. It’s a bit of a hassle having to get ready and dressed on days when you really don’t want to go out but have to just to help him out. To make things less burdensome for you Kai offers to meet up at your place.

The arrangement between the two of you work out perfectly. Although the other tenants in your apartment complex have begun to notice the frequent appearance of the handsome young man. It seems as if he never stays more than a few minutes and they speculate about the nature of your relationship.

After three weeks of seeing Kai walking in and out of the building, most often wearing sunglasses, rumor begins to circulate.

He might be gang member!

Drug dealer!

What if he’s extorting the student?

He’s wearing sunglasses to hide his identity!

On one Saturday afternoon as Kai once again steps inside the building he’s approached by the security guard. The guard interrogates him and only becomes more suspicious when Kai refuses to remove his sunglasses. Kai tries to convince the security guard that he isn’t participating in criminal activities and that he actually knows you.

After receiving the call from the reception you come down to the security guard’s office. Inwardly you’re panicking but outwardly you’re wearing a cross expression.

Kai doesn’t really understand why.

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“Miss, the reason I called you down here is that there have been rumors about the relationship between the two of you. Normally it’s none of our business but there are rumors going around of criminal activities and I called you to hear if you could explain this.”

“I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused. First of all, he’s my boyfriend.”

It’s a good thing Kai’s wearing sunglasses, because it masks his surprised expression.

“We had a big fight a few weeks ago and ever since he’s been coming over here to apologize.”

Oh, so that’s why she was looking so mad.

“There’s really nothing shady going on, I’ve just not been very keen on speaking to him.”

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Once back at your apartment the two of you let out a sigh of relief.

“I guess, you better stay here for a while so they don’t get suspicious.”

And so, that is how Kai begins to spend more time at your place.

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One weekend in early December you go out of town and decide to meet up with Kai on Sunday afternoon. Usually when you meet up on Sundays, it’s normally before noon as Kai begins to feel a slight soreness and ache in his body if he goes longer without contact with you. It’s bearable, but rather inconvenient.

By Sunday afternoon he steps into the building with his sunglasses on. His eyes now occupied by a blackness that covers half his eye. Outside there’s heavy snowfall and Kai leaves a trail of melted snow behind him as he walks up to your apartment.

There’s no answer when he rings the door bell. He presses the bell two more times before finally calling your cell.

“--ah, I’m outside your place, could you open?”

“Kai? You didn’t receive my text message?”

“What message?” He hears your curse on the other side of the phone.

“I don’t know what the weather’s like back home but the snow’s falling like crazy. We had to stop because I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. We’ll be back on the road as soon as the snowfall clears up a bit. Will you be fine?”

Kai nervously rubs his neck. Should he tell you about the other side effects of going no contact with you for too long? For fear of putting additional stress on you, on top of having to drive in such a conditions, Kai stays quiet.

“I know it’s inconvenient to have your eyes become black but please hold out for a while, okay?”

“When do you think you’ll be home?”

“We’re still a 2-hour drive away, I’ll text you once we’re back on the road.”

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“Kai!” You exclaim as you come out the elevator and spot him. Even from a distance it’s apparent he’s feeling unwell. He’s standing slightly hunched and when you come close you notice the perspiration. “Are you okay?” you ask, with worry in your voice “Did you come here despite feeling ill? You could’ve told me to come by your place instead!”

You unlock the door with lightening speed and usher him down onto the cushioned stool in your hallway.

Without another word exchanged you grab his face and firmly plant your lips onto his. Kai’s hands find their way onto you, one tangled in your hair and the other gently placed against your cheek.

For a long time you remain in that position, with your lips locked and the front door wide open for the world to see. You stay like that until Kai finally lets go of you. And it’s not because he’s feeling better but because he realizes he’s not.

You remove his sunglasses and only now see that his eyes look even worse than the first time you saw them like this. “Kai, your eyes, they’re not changing back.” It’s beginning to dawn on you that maybe there’s a connection between Kai’s physical state and his eyes.

“I figured.” His reply comes out as a weak whisper. Although he’s not perspiring as much it’s obvious Kai’s is still in pain. He leans back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Please call Sehun and tell him to come here immediately.”

“W-what, why?”

Calmly and quietly he says, “I’m not getting better and I need his help.” He doesn’t have the energy to elaborate any further and you don’t pester him either.

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Sehun’s quick to respond and while you wait for his arrival Kai only seems to get progressively worse. He lies on your bed, hair damp with sweat. You don’t know what to do other than put your lips to his because it seems to ease his pain at least.

The doorbell finally rings and Sehun comes barging in, throwing his shoes in the air as he does.

He points at you and tells you to listen and do as he says as quickly as possible. “You need to digest half of this.” He holds up a bouquet of green herbs. “We need to cut it up and mix it with water. Follow me.”

He enters the kitchen with you in tow. “Cut this up and mix it with water, we’re going to make it into a paste.”

You do as you’re told but Sehun doesn’t even bother grabbing a knife or a pair of scissors, he just starts tearing the herb with his bare hands. The two of you are back by Kai’s side in no time and you throw half the paste down and swallow it with one gulp before you’re even able to register the bitter taste.

“Where’s his mark?” Sehun asks.

“Mark? What mark?”

“Kai, where’s the mark?” Sehun shakes his friend’s shoulders but doesn’t get anything other than unintelligible mumbling.

“There should be a physical mark on his body somewhere. We need to know exactly where the mark is in order to direct the energy.” He begins rolling up Kai’s sleeves and you do the same.

“What does the mark look like?”

“It’s just a circle. You’ll know it when you see it.”

The two of you scan Kai’s arms, his feet, neck and all the other easily accessible places. You’re only halfway through when you realize Sehun has been continuously asking you to check his side as well for the mark.

“Sehun, you can’t see the mark?”

“No. The mark is sacred. It’s not something an outsider is able to see.”

Kai suddenly speaks up, startling the two of you. He places his hand on his left chest. “It’s here.”

Both you and Sehun immediately hover over him. “On your chest?” Sehun spares no time in waiting for Kai’s confirmation and cuts open his sweater in an instant.

And there on Kai’s left chest you see it. Two circles, one contained within the other. “Is it supposed to look like scar tissue?” you ask. When Sehun had said “mark” you had imagined it to be more like a tattoo.

Sehun gives you an affirmative answer and is quick to use what’s left of the paste to draw lines and shapes onto Kai’s upper body.

“I’m done. Now, --ah, kiss the mark.”

Parts:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

#kai #kai scenarios #kai fanfic #jongin scenarios #jongin fanfic #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #multi #fluff #exo #au:fantasy

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animatevibration-blog · 6 years ago

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Mad Titan, Or Last Man

Please note that this is an incomplete assessment of motivations simply because comic book characters will never have an end to their story. I am also not informed on Thanos’ current exploits in the comics since I have not read Marvel, or any comics for a number of years. The focus will be on an older iteration of Thanos and his fascination with death that I believe derived from him growing up in a utopia of immortals essentially. Also, this is not an explanation of the Hollywood version of Thanos since his motivations make no sense and is clearly just political propaganda from writers that don’t know anything about population trends. This is not a super in-depth analysis either, I’ve merely looked at his motivations through the lens of the Nietzschean last man, as well as the underground man from Dostoevsky's works.

I had difficulty understanding it at first, mostly because I personalized concepts too much that I shouldn’t have, namely Lady Death. Which in turn, made Thanos’ motivations look like an outburst of an angsty teenage boy. You can’t fully personalize a concept in a story otherwise you miss the point, Lady Death is still death itself, the only real reason it was given form is because that’s seems to be the easiest way to relate to values expressed in stories; it makes it easier to embody them through secondary personalization, which is a term coined by the psychologist Eric Neumann. Secondary personalization is an act from which the more something is understood, the more it is refined in the consciousness until it’s anthropomorphised completely, creating almost a god image within the individual. It’s essentially the same as the image of Helen of Troy discovered by Faust when he travels to the realm of the mothers, she was the spirit of unbridled creative generation and freedom that he longed for. Lady Death is the anthropomorphised value of what Thanos desires most, and he expresses it as female because he is male, because it’s that which he lacks, the other part of his reality. That is partly a Jungian notion from which the male takes an inward journey to discover the Anima within, or his inner feminine that is tied to his highest value, making the attaining of that value an almost sexual act of union between being and image, something like that.

“But wait” you may say, “then why is Death a woman to all within the Marvel universe?” Good question, that is because the concept of death has always been a feminine one throughout history; it is the consumptive element of nature that consumes the life that came before so that successive generations may come into being. The easiest picture to express this in is the Ouroboros, the serpent that eats its tail. It is the sphere that contains existence from which death, or consumption is the precursor to new life. Other faces of death are the Babylonian Tiamat, the Malekusian Le-Hev-Hev which translates to “she who draws us in with a smile so she may consume us.” There is also Nut from Egyptian myth, the mother sky who embraces all in death, which you can see her image placed on sarcophagi, and Ta-Urt who is the bestial guardian of the underworld. Death is Feminine because it is part of nature, or the great mother earth, so it’s not surprising that we will portray it as a woman... Most of the time.

For this assessment though, I want to focus on Lady Death as a very singular expression of his “highest art” so to speak, which arised from the stagnancy of Utopianism. So, let’s begin.

What would a man(or eternal) strive for when perfection was already attained? I really needed to think about that for a second because when you think about utopia, the interesting bits are always the struggle to achieve it. That’s where the meat is in such a value system, that’s where all the action is, and that’s when I had an idea. So, what would a man(eternal) strive for when perfection was already attained? Perhaps he would strive for struggle itself. Perhaps when given eternity, what then would be more desirable than the finite? What could you desire more after you are given the universe through society, than to have it all taken away? It sounds crazy doesn’t it, who would ever destroy perfection merely to struggle? Well, a human would... Even in the face of eternal happiness and comfort, simply to achieve one semblance (if even for a moment) of the meaning that comes only from the finite and imperfect, a person would dash it all away.

That is the purpose of Thanos, he craves the one thing that was taken from him by his parents, and the society that believed it knew better, namely death. Honestly, what meaning could you ever possibly find in a world where people have already conquered the most meaningful aspect of it? Things have to die, things have to wear down, they need to decay because the universe isn’t a structured space of rules and laws. It bends, it curves, it’s constantly changing, it’s a flow of perpetual becoming. The speed of light itself is constantly changing, and that is the speed of causality itself, which is the frame from which events can even happen in reality. Laws, structures, immortality are all societal concepts born from consciousness, more precisely the consciousness of the left hemisphere; especially the concept of immortality. Things are always changing, we just cant perceive most of it, and you, are not really you. Everything you are now is the current complexity of a a cosmic lineage that dates back to the very beginning of existence. All the material that makes up your being came from the death of something before you. Whether it be the nutrients you ingest from animals and plants, or the elements of you refined in the cores of long dead stars. You are a process, not an end, and to extricate yourself from that process is to produce a fate far worse than death could ever be, an immortal Utopia.

I had to ask myself, is that really the goal of life, just to transcend it? If like the eternals that happens, what other outcome could you have but a utopia of eternal happiness and complacency? Why would you even want that when what is taken is so much? What other options could you ever have than sacrificing everything that made you human; to place it all at the alter of godhood, so that you could simply keep existing and going through the motions like a machine. There’s a reason why vampires are portrayed as impulsive nihilists most of the time, because what the hell else can you do with eternity once you have it. Of course there is a universe full of possibility within the universe, but it will never be achieved by the eternals because they are no longer part of that process and the only kind progress they can achieve is scientific analytical processes which is very indicative of western culture now, because that’s all they value. Which in turn will probably only lead to them becoming like Celestials, ethereal nothings that don’t exist in reality, that don’t understand the underlying complexity and importance of emotion, and merely act like computers.

That entire society and Thanos himself is a microcosm, most likely of the projected anxiety of a post-industrialized society that puts far too much (to an almost pathological degree) value in a singular system of linear analytical cognitive progress. My god ladies and gentlemen, if eternity was sitting in a lab continually making it easier for people to live for the eternity they have anyway, where all that’s left are mere intellectual and habitual procreative pursuits, I would also think death and destruction would be a far more preferable option, it could even become an ideal. Jesus, just try it for a hundred years and get back to me on how you feel about it. I don’t blame Thanos for pining after it, lusting after it, making it his muse, his companion, the Galatea to his Pygmalion, his reason for being. It’s meaning that matters, not more life, not happiness, not perfection, It’s the meaning in the struggle for more life, it’s the meaning you derive from struggling for happiness, it’s the meaning in life that you derive from struggling for perfection that gives depth to existence. It’s not the result, it’s the process. Death matters because it makes everything beautiful, everything meaningful, everything is something you will never see again, something that will never be again. Struggle matters because it makes you more than what you were, it allows you to change. Now let me talk about struggle more.

To struggle is to be human, to suffer is to truly live. Humans are the only beings that can say life is suffering and have a smile on their face. And humans are the only beings in the known universe that will willfully suffer in full understanding of it. Each person has a vast ocean of dormant potential in them just waiting to be realized. I don’t say that in a metaphorical way, though that’s the best way to describe it. You have a plethora of dormant genes in you that wait for the right environmental factors to be activated and embodied as new modes of being, because humans are action oriented, not cognitive oriented. It’s the notion of wishing upon the stars, each one represents a potentiality of what you could be, and you have a choice, you can pick a star and struggle for it. But if you don’t have to struggle anymore, if you have forever and everything provided for you, you won’t do it, you won’t experience it, because you don’t have to. I say this because Thanos is human, strikingly human, perhaps even the greatest of what humanity could be, essentially he is the underground man in a world of last men.

“I tell you: one must still have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star. Alas! There comes a time when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas! There comes a time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Behold! I show you the last man, ‘What is love? What is longing? What is a star?’ So asks the last man and he blinks. The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man who makes everything small.”

“His species is ineradicable like that of a flea; the last man lives the longest. ‘We have invented happiness’ says the last man, and blink. They have left the regions where it was hard to live for one needs warmth. Becoming sick and being suspicious are sinful to them: One proceeds carefully. He is a fool who still stumbles over stones or human beings!”-Thus Spoke Zarathustra p.13

Of course, it would be very rational to want such an existence, and everyone on his world is very rational, but rational isn’t reasonable, and reasonable isn’t meaningful. People are contradictions unto themselves. They almost never want what they need, or need what they want, or even want what they want. The easy paradisaical life is a beautiful dream full of splendor and joy... Only so long as it stays a dream. If man were to make his dream a reality I believe, well, I know that the moment after he would spit on the very ground he toiled so arduously to build and content himself with its absolute destruction, just so something interesting could happen in his utopia. That is the folly of it, and that’s what I believe Thanos saw, even if he didn’t understand it himself. That is essentially Dostoevsky's notion of utopia and the values of enlightenment which is basically the society the eternals had made.

“There are continually turning up in life moral and rational persons, sages and lovers of humanity to make it their object to live all their lives as morally and rationally as possible, to be, so to speak, a light to their neighbors simply in order to show them that it is possible to live morally and rationally in this world. And yet we all know that sooner or later those people have been false to themselves, playing some queer trick, often a most unseemly one. Now I ask you? What can be expected of man since he is being endowed with such strange qualities? Shower upon him every earthly blessing, drown him in a sea of happiness, so that nothing but bubbles of bliss can be seen on the surface; give him economic prosperity, such that he should have nothing else to do but sleep, eat cakes and busy himself with the continuation of his species, and then out of sheer ingratitude, sheer spite, man will play you some nasty trick. He would even risk his cakes and would deliberately desire the most fatal rubbish, the most uneconomical absurdity, simply to introduce into all of this positive good sense his fatal fantastic element. It is just his fantastic dreams, his vulgar folly that he will desire to retain, simply in order to prove to himself(as though it were so necessary) that men are still men and not keys of a piano, which the laws of nature threaten to control so completely that one will be able to desire nothing but by the calendar. And that is not all: even if man were nothing but a piano key, even if this were proved to him by natural science and mathematics, even then he would not become reasonable, but would purposely do something perverse out of simple ingratitude, simply to gain his point. And if he does not find means he will contrive destruction and chaos, will contrive suffering of all sorts, only to gain his point! He will launch a curse upon the world, and as only man can curse (it is his privilege, the primary distinction between him and other animals), may be by this curse alone he will attain his object- that is, convince himself he is a man and not a piano key! If you say that all this, too, can be calculated and tabulated chaos darkness and curses, so that the mere possibility of calculating it all beforehand would stop it all, and reason would reassert itself, then man would purposely go mad in order to be rid of reason and gain his point!” -Notes From Underground p.230-231

The point I’m expressing is that people are inherently chaotic, and that they love it too, it’s the source of our greatest freedom, the dancing star. We would also destroy all that was good for us merely to keep it. That chaos is lethal to utopianism and eternity. Thanos killed his people and worshiped death because perfection had a flaw, it was meaningless. They sacrificed everything for it, and in turn missed the sole notion powerful enough even to propel one to remake the whole universe and succeed... death. But, that’s just some guys opinion.

#thanos #nietzsche #dostoevksy #philosophy #marvel #study motivation

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in-madhouses · 7 years ago

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drink up your movements (still i can’t get enough)

Niall Horan to Aahna Deakins: just a heads up

Aahna Deakins: ??

Niall Horan: i think caroline wants to have sex with you

Aahna Deakins: i mean i already knew that

Niall Horan: …

Niall Horan: what?

Aahna Deakins: seen

Niall Horan: ‘m gonna kill harry

Aahna Deakins walks onto the set that first day of filming and Niall just knows he’s fucked. Like, proper, up the arse, without lube, fucked.

And he doesn’t think that very often. Not since he was twenty and earning minimum wage as an english lit teaching assistant who auditioned for a small role in a tv show but ends up being cast as Remus Lupin.

Three and a half critically acclaimed seasons later, he’s one of the more successful actors in the British young adult genre, earns more than the average person’s annual income in a month, and oh, right, is on first name basis with JK Rowling. A feat he’s sure he’ll never top considering that he was an avid Potterhead growing up. (He still has his first copies of the books, creased, weathered, and now, signed by the author herself, sitting on his shelf along with every script that he’s ever received.)

Life is, more or less, good. But after weeks of whispers proclaiming everything from new characters being added to the cast to the producers planning a genderswap episode, things take a sudden nosedive.

Their red stamped ‘Confidential’ scripts made clear that some of the rumours were true; they were adding a character to the show but said character is only there for a backdoor pilot that spills over multiple crossover episodes within the latter season of Marauders: Mischief & Mayhem. If it were any other show, it would be easy to assume that the writers were getting lazy; a whole six episode arc to introduce characters and a plot that will depart for its own show? Seems ridiculous, but the idea is solid and the script is tight, so tight, that apparently Rowling herself greenlit the crossover slash spin off.

Now, by all intents and purposes, Niall and Aahna should have gotten along fine. She’s a model turned actress with a strong work ethic while he’s a seasoned veteran by now, having worked with a lot of people in his time being on Marauders. Being one of the four titular characters kind of guarantees that he’s a given amidst the revolving faces of extras and guest stars. But for some reason unknown to man, Aahna Deakins completely just… gets the better of him.

He recognises her from pictures and billboards when they have their first table read, tall and tan, all lean muscle and sharp edges, her face as mysterious as it is expressive.

When he looks her up, he finds her tweets sharp and witty, her instagram lined with humour, and her presence in the tabloids a staple. And for that alone, he realises that they would mix about as well as oil and water. The fact that they share about 50% of their screen time together doesn’t help. Every scene, every table read, every small discussion turns, at some point or another, into a ridiculous debate and often time (more than a little) raised voices.

He’s not sure how, or who, starts it, but they have full on shouting matches about inflection and intention and everything in between. And it’s not like he’s the oddity who doesn’t play well with his cast members, he gets along with the cast members like a house on fire. She gets along great with everyone too, moving into Harry’s guest room because they go way back and she’s not about to make any property commitments in London until she knows for sure that her show is getting a full season order.

And that’s where things go from bad to worse for him because it means that they live in the same apartment complex and he’s practically a permanent fixture over at Harry’s.

Harry Styles to marauders doing marauder-y things (plus liam): nialler why’d u call 12 times

Niall Horan: slight emergency, am out of beer

Harry Styles: just come over u never had a problem with that b4

Niall Horan: deakins there?

Harry Styles: look do u have any idea how big a deal this is for her

Harry Styles: she did two pilots that got axed before they aired in the states

Harry Styles: and that one movie that basically made a loss in the box office

Liam Payne: didn’t she win a bafta for that?

Louis Tomlinson: nah

Louis Tomlinson: she won the baftas by going on the red carpet with her girlfriend

Harry Styles: *ex gf

Harry Styles: they broke up at the after party

Harry Styles: it was a mess™

Zayn Malik: i still got pictures from that night… that i don’t… understnd what’s going on

Harry Styles: lol yeah u were pretty fucked mate

Louis Tomlinson: i maintain i had nothing to do with that

Liam Payne: wow that girl’s not having a good year is she?

Harry Styles: yeah so maybe u guys should like go easy on her

Zayn Malik: i’m out with her and caroline rn wot u talking about

Louis Tomlinson: i don’t have a prob with her

Liam Payne: i literally have like two scenes with her

Niall Horan: seen

Harry Styles: did you just type ‘seen’

Harry Styles: that’s not how you seen someone, u just seen them

Harry Styles: !!!

Louis Tomlinson renamed the group niall old man horan™ cant work tech

Niall tries to be nicer to her, he really does, but Aahna Deakins doesn’t quite make it easy for him.

She’s… a bit of an enigma.

On one hand, she’s just the type of person he wouldn’t mind as a friend; a sense of humour, the ability to draw the line between on and off screen relations, and an oddly in depth knowledge on history and mythology. (They had a twenty minute row on set about lycanthrophy which had to be escalated to some staff writers before they reached a resolution that she was indeed correct, despite the fact that he’d been the one playing a werewolf for most of his on-screen career. Where is the justice?)

But on the other hand, their similar interests; a passion for food, books, and golf doesn’t stop them from arguing all the time. And it doesn’t quite matter where they are either; on scene, in the studio, at the apartment, even while grabbing lunch with the cast. There’s apparently always something to disagree over.

Suffice to say, it drives everyone a little bit crazy. Especially Harry, who is caught in between more often than not.

“Oi, five-year-olds! We were trying to get some work done here?” Harry hollers, rolling his eyes.

Aahna’s in midst of running lines with some of the boys at Harry’s when Niall decides to pop by for a beer and they (naturally) find something or another to bicker about.

“Oh, I’m a five-year-old?” Aahna asks, incredulous, “I’m not the one who needed seven takes to get one line right,” she shoots a glare at him as he plops down on the couch, a beer in hand, intentionally close to her despite the copious amounts of space available literally anywhere in the living room.

It’s evident at that point, that no work is going to commence in the space anytime soon.

“I wouldn’t have needed seven takes if you didn’t keep breathing down my neck about my bleedin’ accent,” Niall jabs her in the ribs with his free elbow, “Christ, you give a model one acting gig and she thinks she’s Helen fucking Mirren.”

Niall’s not quite sure why, but the need to rile her up as much as she does him is overwhelming. It isn’t even hypothetical, when it comes to Aahna, he’s condescending and he’s obstinate to a point of being obnoxious, and he can’t seem to help himself. He’s tried to isolate where the antagonism is coming from, because it really is out of the ordinary; her presence, on set and in recent times, in his life, somehow nettles him more than it should.

But he isn’t sure what it is about her. Isn’t sure why he’s reacting the way he is.

Aahna just… gets under his skin.

“Don’t you have your own apartment to muck around and drink and do nothing in?” Aahna huffs at him, voice condescending as he plucks the script out of her hands.

“Well if I did that, who would you have to distract from learning your lines?” Niall shoots back, voice dripping with something not quite pure annoyance.

“Alright you two need to cut it out!” Harry is pretty much frantic at this point. “And Lou, stop taking shots. It’s barely sundown! What is wrong with you?”

Louis simply shrugs and tilts his head back, tequila shot glass in hand and refusing to look even a little bit guilty for not helping the situation even at all.

“Many things, primarily his overwhelming desire avoid responsibility,” Zayn shrugs.

“Oh, blow me Malik,” Louis snaps.

“Not for free.”

Life falls into a bit of a schedule like that. They work, they bicker, their friends slash cast mates break up the tension of their bickering, and they all end up getting drinks together or watching some kind of documentary at Harry’s whilst playing a drinking game at his expense (they take a shot everytime he points out an inaccuracy).

And it works, until they’re about halfway into filming the third episode when something just snaps in him.

“Can you stop it with these accusations?”

“It wasn’t an accusation,” she hisses back, the line of her jaw going taut as she walks off set, heading, he’s guessing, away from him. Which of course, only leads to him trailing behind, matching her large strides.

It’s the same old song and dance.

“Really?” Niall taunts, unable to help himself, “Sure as hell sounded like one.”

“Well, it wasn’t.”

“Alright, then.”

“Just shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just shut up!” She snaps, taking a step forward at him as if to issue a challenge. And suddenly they’re all too close. The inches separating them feel like a ravine. An abyss from which he’s not sure he’ll recover from.

“It wasn’t an accusation, it was a observation,” she says finally after the silence lingers one second too long between them, “You come in and you do the scenes without a thought; you know your character, you know Remus by heart, and that’s great for you, but some of us don’t have a five season contract to tide us over.”

Niall grits his teeth at that.

Her lips purse at the silence and when she finally speaks, he’s sure it’s just to provoke him some more.

“You’re maddening,” she says, sounding equal parts exasperated and defeated.

“What, so I can’t argue with you but I can’t be agreeable either?”

“Well, maybe it’s too late to be agreeable.”

“Well, maybe it shouldn’t be.”

The glare that she throws him is heated and harsh, “Why do you care so much?”

She’s got him there, he has to admit.

And so they stare at one another like that, breaths uneven and face tinged pink from anger.

Before he knows it though, he’s crashing into her like a tidal wave; mouth on mouth, skin on skin, and searing heat all over.

It’s not just a kiss, it’s a head rush. It’s a fight. It’s… akin to a flood, and it’s as though he’s waited his whole life to feel it. Part of him knows that they were just seconds ago shouting themselves hoarse at one another, but she’s pulling him in closer and all Niall can hear his blood rushing in his ears, blocking out everything but the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her.

Her lips are pressing up against his, ravenous, matching his intensity.

He’s glad that they’ve actually gone into overtime for the scene and the studio is mostly empty at this time of night because when they finally stumble into his dressing room, the door slams behind them with all the subtlety of police sirens in the dead of night.

“Fuck,” she gasps, pulling back as though reality hit her like a tonne of bricks. Her eyes wide and frenzied, lips red, hair wild around her head. Niall is certain that if they were to be walked in on, they would look to an outsider, guilty as sin.

Her blouse is halfway buttoned and barely hanging off her shoulders while his belt buckle is undone and fly already down.

“Fuck?”

“Yeah,” she agrees, “Fuck!” She reiterates herself slightly louder, running her hands through her already wild hair.

Niall breathes out a shaky laugh, “Someone’s eloquent tonight.”

“Oh like you think of a better word to describe,” she motioned the space between them a little too frantically with her hand, “… whatever this is?”

“I’ve got a couple off the top of my head, yeah.” He shrugs, looking her straight in the eye.

There’s a silence. And then…

“Oh shut up,” she instructs, taking a step closer before tugging on his jumper and pulling his lips back down onto hers.

Niall Horan to niallofficial is a shitty twitter handle: seriously

Niall Horan: which one of you bellends got Sierra involved

Harry Styles: ???

Niall Horan: someone told my agent

Niall Horan: who apparently is also deakins’ agent (thanks btw harry)

Niall Horan: that i’m being difficult on set

Niall Horan: now she wants to ‘talk to me’ tomorrow at her office

Louis Tomlinson: … have u evn checked twitter since u created your acc?

Louis Tomlinson: mirror.co.uk/things-getting-fired-up-between-niall-horan-and-model-actress-aahna-deakins-on-marauder-set

Niall Horan: oh

Liam Payne: don’t think ‘oh’ is gonna fix this one mate

Niall Horan: this explains that email from the execs

Louis Tomlinson: i can’t believe u read those studio memos

Harry Styles: not to abruptly change the subject but i need 2 talk about this thing with me n ains

Niall Horan: my agent is about to rip me a new one for on set behaviour

Niall Horan: which by the looks of the mirror article, the whole world knows about by now despite it being a closed set and everything

Niall Horan: but by all means commandeer the chat to talk about your love life

Louis Tomlinson: either get together or dont

Zayn Malik: ur not exaclty an authority on the subjct tommo

Harry Styles: i have booze

Louis Tomlinson: in the car now

Liam Payne: swing by to pick me up

Zayn Malik: me too

Niall Horan: getting in the elevator now

Ainsley Williams to Niall Horan: You should look at Twitter right now

Ainsley Williams: Everyone is so frenzied

Ainsley Williams: By the way, what were you boys up to last night?

Ainsley Williams: Apart from your drunk tweets

Ainsley Williams: Harry called twice to tell me he really enjoys scones

Ainsley Williams: Hello?

Niall is a little nervous as he makes his way to Sierra’s office at five past noon. The woman is a hardass agent who’s great at sniffing out opportunity (not that he’s needed for much from her in the past four years). She books his appearances, endorsements, and despite him never being interested, never fails to send over scripts for killer movie roles.

By proxy, she also works as his publicist, although they have more of a you stay out of trouble and I don’t have to put out any fires type of relationship.

And now he’s five minutes late to see her.

Sierra I didn’t get to where I am today by sleeping in Jones, is going to rip him a new one. He knows it. He can feel it in his bones. Niall can just imagine, and he groans at the thought of it, her utter annoyance at him. First he makes headlines for being a diva on set and not playing nice with the newcomer and then shows up to a meeting late? She’ll have his left nut and then some.

He reaches her office door a good three minutes later despite the near jogging pace he’s been walking at and silently curses Harry’s complicated love life. He’d told Aahna to stay at Ainsley’s so that he could have a lad’s night but ended up mostly just whining about how he doesn’t quite know where he stands with Ainsley.

Sierra’s assistant waves him in and he takes a deep breath before pushing the door open, surprised himself to find Aahna already in the room and apparently trying to reason with the older woman.

“Mr. Horan, how nice of you to join us,” Sierra greets his entrance sweetly, sarcasm simmering just beneath the surface of her voice.

Niall shuts the door behind him, rolling his eyes ever so slightly. The woman is a great agent, he can’t argue with that, and an expert negotiator too, but she’s definitely got a short temper and a flair for dramatics.

“Do sit down.”

Niall slides into the chair next to Aahna, intentionally avoiding her gaze considering that they hadn’t discussed their rather… explosive row few days prior. Not that they had much to discuss; they yelled, they had a bout of angry shagging, and kind of just left things at that.

It helps that they hadn’t needed to be in the same room together since. Up until this point that is.

“You wanted to talk to me?” He almost chokes out the words, voice a little worse for wear after the night of heavy drinking.

Sierra raises her eyebrow before letting her stare flit between her two clients, as if gauging something.

“Well, it has come to my attention that there’s been some… trouble on set,” the older woman starts saying, “Now, I don’t normally interfere in these matters but neither of you have publicists or managers, and no one is pointing fingers, but filming might need to go into overtime for two weeks.”

Sierra takes a long breath and exhales rather theatrically before continuing, “Would I be wrong to assume that this is because you two can’t seem to get your scenes wrapped satisfactorily?”

Niall sighs, “Is that what she told you?”

The woman frowned, “Is that incorrect?”

“That’s hardly—”

“Aahna, you’ve had your say, now I’d rather hear his,” Sierra says curtly before diverting her attention back to him.

Niall takes a deep breath before non committally saying, “Well, there was never a problem like this until she came around.”

“Oh, piss off!”

“Language, Aahna!” Sierra snaps, glaring at her sharply for a moment before resettling her gaze on Niall, exhaling crossly, “You were saying?”

He pauses for a moment, feeling his co-star’s rage boring holes into the side of his head. The co-star he does not at all like but shagged in his dressing room. (But there’s no way he’s discussing that with Sierra. Or anyone really.)

“We just… rub each other the wrong way,” he settled on saying, “And maybe that’s stalled production a little but—”

“Oh, so this is my fault now?” Aahna interjects.

“You can’t just conveniently skip over the part where you constantly insult how I play my character and think that that’s not going to have an effect on production!”

“Forgive me for trying to have a civil discourse—”

“And here we go again with the accusations—”

“For the last time, it’s not—”

“All you need to do is show up and read your lines—”

“We’re on the same team here, you wank—”

“If you two could restrain yourselves!” Sierra interjects, her voice the loudest Niall has ever heard. She pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales, taking her time to (he’s guessing) let all three of them calm down.

She declares crisply, voice slightly acidic, “Do you think we can find it within ourselves to act our age?”

“I wasn’t the one tweeting obscenities at midnight,” Aahna rolls her eyes, crossing her arms like a petulant teenager.

Technically, she’s right. (He’d seen some of her meme retweets of their video that’s making its way around the internet and things got… a little more heated online. The boys and the booze didn’t help, obviously.) But he’s not about to let her know that.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I wasn’t the one retweeting vines—”

“Obviously, you didn’t even know what a vine was before—”

“WOULD YOU BOTH. JUST. SHUT IT?!” Sierra explodes, her voice cracking with shrill exasperation, her eyes blazing at the indignant lack of respect in her two clients.

They’re both immediately silenced, words dissolving off of their tongues at the volatile frustration of one Sierra Jones. Niall suspects that their agent is way past pinching the bridge of her nose in dramatic silence. So they sit there under her steely gaze.

After a moment or two, she states as a matter of factly, “I’ve come to a conclusion that you two idiots need to sort this out yourselves.”

He hears Aahna scoff derisively.

Niall blinks at that, slowly and deliberately, contemplating his agent’s words and willing her to continue that sentence because honestly, he imagines that paying her 20 per cent of his income would warrant a better solution.

“You two clearly have personal issues that you need to resolve outside of the set,” Sierra says, eerily calm as she flips through some files, some scripts, and stacking them all together, “If these little outbursts are of any indication, your antagonism towards one another clearly goes beyond work.”

Niall reluctantly turns to meet Aahna’s confused gaze as they both pull into the same trail of thought, all of five minutes with them and they’ve somehow driven their agent completely mental.

“The only way I see fit to remedy this situation is to forcibly give the two of you time together to straighten things out.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his head fills with apprehensive dread. More time together did not sound like a solution. If anything, it spells disaster, and clearly, Aahna thought so too.

They both speak out at the same time;

“The more time we spend together is just more time spent fighting.”

“Wouldn’t throwing us into The Hunger Games be faster?”

“Is that even necessary when we’re already halfway through the season?”

“If we’re already behind schedule that hardly sounds like a good idea.”

Ignoring them both, Sierra rearranges the stack of her files patiently and stands up, tucking them into her oversized purse before pushing a button on the phone on her desk, “You can leave for the rest of the day, Andrea, I’ll be working remotely.”

“Hang on,” Niall asks as Sierra walks around the table toward the door, “Did you just say ‘forcibly’?”

She swivels around to face them as she reaches the door.

“I don’t know about you kids, but my Twitter feed today is 80% people asking if the two of you are having hate sex,” Sierra’s no nonsense eyes snaps over to his mirthlessly, as though issuing a challenge, “And I’m not saying that hate fucking is going to fix this… whatever it is that’s going on between you two, but it might be something to think about in the next few hours.”

They’re both out of their seats at this point.

They have definitely, definitely, driven their agent to the brink of insanity.

“You’re kidding.”

Sierra tight lips lifted slightly into a satisfied smirk, “I don’t ‘kid’.”

“You can’t just lock us into a room together and force us to get along.”

“Watch me.”

And with that, she is out the door with a rather decisive click echoing behind her slamming the door shut.

Aahna turns to look at him, “Did she just—”

“Lock us in her office together? Yeah, I think so.”

Niall’s eyes fly shut in disbelief, head lolling back and frustrated groan leaving his lips as she lunges forward toward the door to rattle the knob inconsequentially.

She turns around, a slip of paper that Sierra somehow slid through under the door in her hands.

“This is a nightmare,” she declares, passing him the piece of paper.

Office is soundproof so yell away.

Snacks and water in my left drawer.

Cleaners have the keys. They come at four.

DO NOT BREAK ANYTHING.

A rather tense, momentary silence fills the room. While Niall resigns himself to their fate, it seems that Aahna has other thoughts, fidgeting with the doorknob some more and getting really up close and personal with the door in general.

When he doesn’t seem at all bothered to help, she snaps at his direction, “What are you even doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Vegetating, or something equally productive.”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Niall kicks his legs up onto Sierra’s desk and places his hands behind his head.

“So you’re just going to not look for a way out of this?”

“She said that the cleaners are coming in a few hours,” he shrugs, enjoying the fact that the whole situation seems to have her more on edge than him.

And on edge she proves to be, making a ruckus and a whole production out of trying to unscrew the hinges and then moving onto attempts to break the doorknob. After about twenty minutes of her basically exhausting herself and him making mindlessly unhelpful comments, Aahna slumps onto the sofa.

It’s uncomfortable to say the least, but only because they’ve never really spent any time alone together. There are always other cast members around, or crew members, or… other people in general. And the last time they were left alone, well, that didn’t really fix anything.

Niall never would have thought in a million years this is what his career would result in after taking on Remus Lupin.

He had prepared himself for pulling all-nighters to get scenes just right for rather difficult directors or falling in love with guest stars on the show over table reads on otherwise unremarkable Wednesday nights or piling laughingly into taxis with the cast and crew after a night out and having good-naturedly bemused drivers who’d chuckle and ask to take selfies with him. But he hasn’t quite done any of those things.

He’s never been one for rash, near-reckless errors in judgment so he doesn’t quite know why he expected life to change.

But it didn’t, for so long, that he got comfortable and now he doesn’t know what the protocol is when you don’t get along with a co-worker, get into their pants that one time, be involved in a bit of bad press, and then get locked in a room with said co-worker.

So they just sit in silence for a few minutes, the tension palpable, and it’s turning him into a bit of a mess honestly, sitting there with his phone dead and nothing to do to distract from the fact that the last time they were alone together, things got a little… out of hand.

He tries not to think about it, he really does, but the way she drapes herself onto the sofa and a lack of things to occupy his mind with makes it a pervading thought; the way she had kissed him back, hard and rough and unexpected. The way his hands moved from her waist, lower and lower, like they’d been there before.

Niall starts shuffling through some of the scripts on Sierra’s desk to have something to do, but none of them hold his attention for long. His thoughts revolve mostly around how the last time they were alone together, his heart raced and his head swam and his blood seared.

The slow-going and low-simmering… something that he feels for her has inexplicably expanded. Exploded. Gone from an itch he couldn’t quite scratch to a blistering burn he couldn’t ignore. He thinks that liking someone isn’t a prerequisite for wanting them. Which is why he finds himself blurting out, “So the boys may or may not have also suggested that we should fuck.”

Aahna raises her eyebrow at his direction from the couch slash casual sitting area in Sierra’s office where she’s taken up permanent residence in the past ten minutes, casually swiping on her phone.

Her expression ripples with surprise and then disdain.

“Why exactly do the boys think we should fuck?”

“I didn’t tell them that we technically already did if that’s what you’re worried about, they just think that some platonic fucking might actually help us be in the same room as each other without wanting to kill each other.”

And also they thought it might be good for me to stop being a soppy romantic and just get laid, he thinks. But he doesn’t say it.

“Right,” she says, but there’s something a bit off about her voice, “The platonic fucking in your dressing room didn’t exactly help us with Sierra today now did it?”

“It’s just a thought.”

“Uh huh.”

The pause that follows is heavy and full of all kinds of something he can’t name.

“This was a mistake,” he groans.

“What’s that mean?”

“What?”

“You said ‘this’ was a mistake,” she replies casually.

His heartbeat is beating fast, faster than it should be, and his palms are damp.

“What’s ‘this’?” She stands up, “Suggesting that we fuck? Or…did you mean something else?”

A muscle in his neck ticks, lurches, jumps.

“You started this,” he snaps.

“Look, I’m not a phase, okay, I’m not your crisis or your fucking spiral because your life is so God damn—”

He can tell that it’s about to turn into one of their angry yelling matches that got them into this predicament to begin with so he just nips it in the bud because he’s still slightly hungover and really isn’t in the mood, “Look, just forget I mentioned it!”

“It’s just a thought,” he’s also on his feet by now.

“Okay,” she nods in a tone that suggests she may not be okay with it.

Her gaze softens and looks genuinely alight with some kind of curiousity. But he catches the tail end of some unknown emotion flitting across her face as she takes another step forward.

“So let’s dissect it. You think we should, as Sierra so eloquently put it, have angry hate sex to solve our problems?”

He hesitates and clenches his jaw, unsure how she can be so blasé about the whole thing.

Tension hangs in the air between them like thick velvet curtains, heavy and all-consuming. The intensity of her gaze far too intoxicating to be uncomfortable.

“No, I’m—what do you think is happening here?” he hedges, his frustration mounting.

“I think you’re propositioning me for mindless totally non-timing consuming sex.”

Another step.

“Non time consuming?” Niall sputters, taking a step forward, a choked-off huff of frustration building at the base of his throat.

“Someone was pretty eager the last time,” she shrugs.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he huffs, completely lying.

They’re so close to one another now that he’s almost afraid a flicker of eyelashes would betray him. But she’s standing her ground, so he just waits for her to argue with him instead.

She doesn’t.

Instead she tugs on his shirt collar and fully closes the gap between them.

Their lips, as if entirely of their own accord, start to move furiously against each other and sort of just… work, in an unexpected and unexplained harmony.

Like a melody and a lyric that shouldn’t fit but flowed beautifully together.

Her throat hums in agreement beneath his lips.

Taking that as a go ahead, he moves his hands from beneath her shirt to lift her onto the solid surface they hit, Sierra’s desk. In turn, she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and smirking as he groans into her mouth, his growing arousal rubbing against her.

Aahna all but swallows her exhale as he slides his fingers into her, the sound that rips from her throat mid way between a grunt and a groan.

“You sure you want to talk about eager?” He all but challenges, a streak of confidence bordering the line of arrogance rearing its head as his fingers move against her obvious enthusiasm.

“Well, I haven’t had dick in a while, what’s your excuse?”

Her fingers are digging into his shoulders the way they are and her voice all raspy and out of breath shooting electricity into every corner of his body.

Niall can’t seem to think or breathe at their proximity. Nevermind that he’s being stupider than he’s ever been in his life, she whimpers as he groans, and his mind is blissfully blank, so he continues the teasing, rubbing and stroking and flicking.

“Okay, you have about five seconds—” she starts to say before he hastily covers his mouth with hers.

He lets his tongue push past her lips at the same time he pushes into her and the sound that comes from her throat is so fucking intoxicating that he‘s not sure of anything anymore.

Niall grips both sides of her hips tight, moving slowly inside of her, giving her the only thing he’s got that she wants and it pisses him off to be honest, how well they fit together. And by the way she’s leaving fingernail crescent marks down his back, he’d say she feels it too. They are scorching and sweaty and utterly out of breath, lips lazily locked. He’s stretching and drawing out the whole ordeal further than he thought himself capable of, eliciting sounds from her that play a soft symphony around the still room.

She pulls her head back to let obscenities freely tumble out, her breath hitting his skin in ragged huffs.

Aahna practically keens for more, her cheeks impossibly flushing and her muscles tight beneath him. It’s all heady and sensual and way more than he can take so in one smooth motion, he slides out and flips her over to bend her over the desk.

He thrusts into her, deliberately frantic, each pump leaving her more of a quivering mess than before, her knees shaking and barely holding her body upright.

As her body begins to spasm, his thrusts grow more desperate, barrelling her towards the release they both crave.

A dozen or so strokes later, he’s there too.

It takes them both by surprise, the sheer intensity of it. They pant together, recovering slowly, still tangled and reeling, neither moving more than what it takes to claim the next gulping breath.

Caroline Davies to Niall Horan: u fucking deakins yet?

Niall Horan: WHAT

Niall Horan: NO

Caroline Davies: care to explain y not?

Niall Horan: care to explain where this is coming from?

Caroline Davies: cos

Caroline Davies: u should get on that

Caroline Davies: or under that

Caroline Davies: or behind that

Niall Horan: i WILL block you

Caroline Davies: lol like you know how

Caroline Davies: also, i mean, if u wont i will

Niall Horan to Aahna Deakins: just a heads up

Aahna Deakins: ??

Niall Horan: i think caroline wants to have sex with you

Aahna Deakins: i mean i already knew that

Niall Horan: …

Niall Horan: what?

Aahna Deakins: seen

Niall Horan: ‘m gonna kill harry

The first time they consciously agree to have angry hate sex, in Sierra’s office no less, Niall thought it’d be a one-time thing, an interesting experiment culminated from a hangover and not having had sex in… a while.

But then the second and third time go by, and it occurs to Niall that there might be some real science behind the whole hate sex theory.

Things actually begin to drastically improve after they start shagging out their frustrations on the regular. When they agreed on something without yelling a good few minutes about it first, Louis chokes on his tequila shot. (It’s at the pub at the corner of the studio and the boys decided that everyone needs to take a shot whenever he and Aahna ‘go at it again’ and it spectacularly backfires when they take a preemptive shot just as she says, “No, I think you’re right.”)

A few more weeks and a few more tucked away in a dusty corridor rendezvous later and they’re all at the production wrap party, hosted by the studio after the final scene of the season has been shot.

It’s a Tuesday and they’re out with some of the crew at a little bar smack down in the middle of London. Aahna’s been ordering round after round of brightly coloured cocktails, all of which named after incredibly explicit sex acts, and between the outrageously short dress she has on and the sound of her saying things like, “hit me with a screaming orgasm” and “get me a couple of leg spreaders”, Niall thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s been thrust into a very special kind of hell.

And he can’t stop fucking staring.

It’s so easy to see now that she’s more than just a persona. Not just an empty, shallow, airbrushed mask. Not just a famous for being famous type influencer slash model slash actress.

She’s blatantly jagged and simpering and unapologetic about how she is.

And she’s smart too, not a lot of people have the nerve to move their entire life across oceans to fight her way into Hollywood (albeit it didn’t pan out as well as it could have). And he doesn’t doubt for a second that she’d had to fight tooth and nail for her Marauders audition as well. That she probably had to call in favours, made some unpaid appearances, turn down “comeback” runway opportunities. Basically, really really want it.

As Aahna throws her head back, laughing from across the room at some joke the ridiculously tight v neck t’ shirt by the bar just made, Niall thinks that they need to talk about their whole provoke each other and then press each other up against walls situation. His mind is slightly befuddled by the fact that they’ve been low-key shagging for the past month or two yet she’s flirted quite openly with the bartender for the past hour and the half.

(He’s also a bit confused about the fact that he can’t find any internet searches that addresses her sexuality head on. There’s little to no indication that she’s even ‘into the d’ as the kids say.)

Her laughter carries itself across the room and Niall fights the urge to go over and drag her away from the dark-skinned, broad-shouldered bartender.

Said bartender has high cheekbones and eyes half-lidded to go along with his lazy trying hard to play it cool demeanor. His posture is perfect, a little too perfect for a man standing by the bar at some shi shi up and coming hotspot in London. If it weren’t for the pub full of who’s who at the studio, Niall might think that he’s one of those tries too hard to be dangerous prep school boys peddling designer drugs with a carefully crafted layer of apathy.

Distracting himself from the scene, he busies himself with the tedious task of talking to some studio executives. Someone has to, considering that Harry and Ainsley have disappeared god knows where together, Zayn and Louis are going round with a bottle of tequila making cast members take shots and Liam is deep in conversation with one of the directors.

He’s mid polite laugh when out of the corner of his eye, Niall sees her meander out the backdoor all hips swaying and dress swirling and alone.

A few seconds go by and he excuses himself to follow, but something, or rather someone, stops him before he even makes it to the door.

“So how long have you two been fucking?” Caroline asks bluntly.

He’s not sure how Caroline of all people would know, but in hindsight, Aahna did leave his place the other night to meet her for a drink in one of his t’ shirts.

He raises his brow and feigns nonchalance, “Me and Mark from finance?”

“You and Aahna, bellend.”

He laughs, “What makes you say that?”

“Because you have that look in your eye.”

“What look?”

“That ‘I want to fuck the shit out of you’ look.”

He looks Caroline straight in the eye and is incredibly proud of himself for not cracking, not even a little, “I do not have an ‘I want to fuck the shit out of you’ look.”

“You do and you so want to hit that,” the blonde says, all smug.

I’m already hitting that, he almost says, the words on the tip of his tongue just balancing perfectly before it swan dives him into trouble.

“No, you want to hit that,” Niall chuckles out instead.

“We get along too well for there to be any sexual chemistry,” Caroline shrugs, “The two of you on the other hand…”

“There’s nothing but animosity between us, Care.”

“Can I point out that hate sex is a known cure for situations like this?”

“Yeah. No,” he says before sidestepping her and pushing the door open.

He’s pretty sure she’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary and Niall isn’t sure if he’s the canary in the situation. The London air hits him like something out of a literary scene, a little nippy but a much appreciated break from the suffocating interrogation by the hands of one Caroline Davies inside.

Just as he recalls why he headed out there into the back alley to begin with, a line of cigarette smoke wafts into his view.

“Don’t you have better things to do than play babysitter and watch me smoke a cigarette whilst sipping on your tonic water?” Aahna remarks, a cigarette between her fingers and a layer of indifference around her.

“Excuse me?”

Niall may be twenty-five and enjoys the occasional beer or two (that often don’t end at two) but he’s also old fashioned and refuses to crack one open until the sun goes down to the very least.

“At least I’m not drunk at four in the afternoon on a Tuesday, at a company party.”

“I like to chase my cocaine high with gin, it goes down real smooth,” she hums, mocking the judgement in his voice with a line of smoke to his face.

“You realise that this isn’t Models R’Us anymore, right?”

She flashes him a smile that a journalist once called ‘equal parts make your slacks tighter and stop a baby elephant in its tracks terrifying’ in the Daily Mail and informs him in a sickeningly sweet voice, “First of all, it was a joke. And second of all, it’s a party, old man Horan. Loosen up.”

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off, expression visibly hardening as she effortlessly pushes his buttons.

There’s a pause as he collects his comeback and she leans in, as if to whisper a secret.

“Careful,” she simpers, narrowing her eyes, “Might give yourself an aneurysm there.”

“I don’t think you’re in a place to give off health advice, Deakins.”

She almost chokes on the smoke as she cackles at his statement, “Oh, like you are? Mr. three knee surgeries and clearly needs glasses but doesn’t wear them?”

“Just…” he says tiredly, “Shut up.”

“You shut up,” she snaps back, but without any real bite in her voice.

“I’m not the one trying to peddle an STD to poor unsuspecting bartenders.”

“Oh come on,” she drawls, “Getting chlamydia from me has been the highlight of your year.”

“I was wondering what that rash was,” Niall plays along as they grin at each other, sharp and feral, as though not realising who it is exactly they’re bantering with.

She drops the cigarette to the ground and their lips lock.

She tastes of cigarettes and sin. And her mouth is just the way he remembered, hard and warm, tongue flickering against his as he pulls her body close. It’s wet and messy and a little bit desperate the way their teeth clack together and their tongues urgently wanting more, but they stumble blindly into a storage room of some sort.

She arches up into him with a whimper when he moves his way down her neck.

He sinks blunt teeth into her sternum right where the fabric of the top crosses over on her chest and she whines at the contact. Her body already erupting in goosebumps.

“What are we doing?” He asks as he slides ad hand up her skirt between her thighs.

“I don’t know; what do you think we’re doing?” She gasps between breaths as she grinds against his fingers.

He’s not even touching her in earnest yet, just teasing, keeping her on the edge, ghosting over her skin.

“I thought you weren’t into this?”

“What, this being dick?” Aahna asks, contempt in her voice.

The disdain, obvious and unforgivingly sharp, would have bothered him if he didn’t quite enjoy feeling her body react to his touch so much.

He uses that as opportunity to slip his fingers into the thin fabric that is her underwear, using the pad of his thumb to rub gentle circles into her just the way he knows drives her crazy.

“Well, there’s this concept called bisexuality. I’m sure you’ve— fuck,” she moans throwing her head back as his fingers slide into her.

Her cheeks are flushed and bright while her eyes keep on fluttering, struggling to stay open.

The sounds escaping her throat as he continues to finger fuck her makes things so much better and so much worse at the same time. When he feels her insides clench at him and her breath shudder into his shoulder, reaching her release, he’s ready to burst.

For a moment there’s nothing but the sound of their harsh breathing, and she sighs into his neck. And then, she lifts her head and leans back against the wall, sly smirk dancing on her lips, “You know, they say once is a mistake and twice is a pattern.”

“Yeah, and what’s seven and a half?” Niall jokes weakly, his pants so tight he’s surprised there’s any blood going to his brain at all.

“Good practice,” she says as her hands slide from their spot on his back and down to the front, undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers with a certain finesse that’s getting him impossibly harder, “I mean, giving a blowjob isn’t exactly like riding a bike.”

He forgets what they’re even talking about when she gets down on her knees in the dingy little storage room.

Niall Horan to CALL TIME IS 12PM DONT FORGET: did empire just reschedule the shoot?

Niall Horan: i swear tommo, if you’re hungover and lied about the baby being sick again…

Niall Horan: guys

Harry Styles: why do u even have a twitter acct if ur never gonna use it

Niall Horan: what?

Louis Tomlinson: for once it is not my fault thank you very much

Zayn Malik: a and h are stuck with the bobbies

Niall Horan: what?!

Liam Payne: aahna saw a cyclist get hit and run-ed, she called harry after she called the ambulance, he goes over because he’s an idiot, they get recognised, twitter blows up because the interwebs think aahna and harry hit the cyclist, and now they’re giving a statement at scotyard

Louis Tomlinson: and that’s what you missed on glee

Niall Horan: the cyclist ok?

Aahna Deakins: thanks for the concern, horan

Niall Horan: and why would you stop if you weren’t the one to hit him

Aahna Deakins: it was a corner

Aahna Deakins: he could have gotten run over by other cars!

Harry Styles: didn’t you stop for a guy who got hit by a car once?

Louis Tomlinson: because he was chasing his dog?

Zayn Malik: at like 2am at night or some shit?

Niall Horan: i’m not a lone female driver nor a celebrity yet at that point

Niall Horan: and he got hit because his dog jumped out of his car and he ran after it

Aahna Deakins: wow was the dog okay?

Niall Horan: that’s beside the point

Louis Tomlinson: the owner still sends him pics every christmas

Niall Horan: THE POINT IS

Niall Horan: it could’ve been one of those staged scams where you get robbed blind

Niall Horan: or you could’ve gotten caught in a fan mob

Niall Horan: have you no sense of self preservation, deakins?

Louis Tomlinson: aww look at nialler all concerned for aahna

Harry Styles: i call that growth

Zayn Malik: look how far they’ve come

Liam Payne: 😍😍😍

Niall Horan has left the chat

Aahna Deakins to Niall Horan: we’re secretly fucking on the regular

Aahna Deakins: does that answer your self-preservation question

Niall Horan: THAT IS NOT THE SAME THING

Zayn Malik to this is your reminder to stop getting tattoos before they replace the whole cast: we’re heading over to pick ‘em up

Zayn Malik: make sure they dont get mobbed cause of harry’s fans

Liam Payne: so we can all get mobbed together apparently

Niall Horan: no

Louis Tomlinson:

As much as he loves his job, Niall is glad when things wind down. It’s mostly post-production work once all the scenes are shot and the cast get to take a little break. Not like anybody actually takes breaks; Harry and Zayn usually have promotional commitments or other projects that they jet off to, as does Ainsley, Liam almost exclusively has some West End or Broadway gig, Louis disappears into his role of on duty father and occasional boyfriend depending on the state of his on again off again relationship, and Caroline does quite a fair bit of radio.

For Niall though, it spells out a chance to settle in and recharge. Maybe get some golfing in. Playing someone on screen is like having someone in your head, and it’s exhausting. So he fulfills contractual appearances, does an interview or two, and reads scripts for movie roles he knows he won’t take because trying to purge one character out of his head is hard enough.

If he’s feeling particularly restless, he dives into a bit of writing.

He’d hit a wall with one particular piece he’s been working on a while ago and wasn’t sure where he’s going with it. But between shelving it and the hectic filming season, he thinks he might just be able to get back into the groove of it.

He’s reading through the pages when his phone buzzes violently by his side. Niall wedges the mobile between his ear and shoulder, answering on autopilot more than anything.

“Hello?” It’s Aahna’s voice, sounding like she’s calling from the middle of Glastonbury or some rave or whatever the young’uns are into nowadays.

Except her voice sounds terrible, gasping and raspy and all wrong.

He shoots upright from his former position on the couch.

“Deakins?”

“Yeah— I’m just— Hang on— I can’t deal with that right now, can you please get her from the loo so we can get out of here?”

There’s a shuffling and some shoving sounds coming from the other end, but then she’s back before he can question it or voice his worry.

“Sorry— We’re kind of next to bar fight. Anyway—”

“Did you just say bar fight?”

“Yeah, Harry’s been away for a week now and he hasn’t called to check in with Ains so we went out for some drinks where she basically whined about how she doesn’t know what they are and then Caroline thought it’d be fun to instigate a fight between these two guys who kept buying us drinks,” she rushes through the whole thing like it isn’t a big deal, “It’s a whole ordeal.”

“Yeah?” Niall says, having no idea where she’s going with the call.

The background noise seem to be getting louder and he eyes his car keys from his living room couch, wondering if he should go pick them all up before it morphs into a social media frenzy and another one of those things that the studio execs send them all emails about with exclamation marks in the headline.

“Yeah,” Aahna shouts back over the phone, “You remember that time when I told you that Harry’s new coffee maker was voice activated?”

He smiles at the memory of it, dropping the papers in his hands to his side, “Yeah, that was a fun morning. Spent fifteen minutes yelling at the damn thing before Harry asked me the hell I was doing.”

She laughs at that, “I swear you’re like a seventy year old in a twenty five year old’s body.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Niall’s finding it hard not to raise his voice to match hers at this point.

“Nothing, I was just calling to let you know that watching Caroline manipulate guys into a fisticuffs was really fun,” she shouts back, louder this time, “Almost as fun as watching technology stump you.”

Niall goes warm all over at that. He blames the chilli he wolfed down earlier that she left for him last night.

She’s stayed over at his almost every night since Harry’s been away, doing away with the cloak and dagger of sneaking in and out to avoid questions or suspicions.

It’s been surprisingly domesticated. She brings over takeout, they watch something or another on the telly, they fuck, they bicker all over his apartment that he feels her breath lingering in corners when she leaves for whatever responsibilities she has for the day, and it’s been sort of just… nice.

The intimacy of it all should feel like too much; the cuddling after sex, the falling asleep wrapped up in one another. But he can’t find it in him to to care. Not when his blood is still getting back to their path not south of his body and his sheets have yet to cool from their exertions. Besides, they’d agreed that they weren’t hurting anyone with their arrangement so there’s no point trying to fix something that isn’t broken and that’s just been that.

When he opens his door about an hour later, it’s Aahna. Leather jacket over a thin romper (ridiculous for London weather, in his humble opinion) hair all blowsy and too much leg showing.

No wonder some pricks was buying her drinks all night. But he doesn’t tell her that, obviously.

“You need to tell Harry you’re not dead,” she pushes past him into the apartment, kicking off her shoes and hanging her jacket at the hook next to the door habitually, without him prompting her to do so she goes.

“What?”

“He’s been texting me to check up on you this whole week because none of your socials show signs of life and it’s driving me insane.”

He stares after her as she makes her way to his living room, confused. He does a few InstaStories on set here and there but those are more contractual obligations for promo than anything.

“And it’s not like I can tell him you’re fine because I’ve seen you practically everyday,” Aahna continues, “When I tried to flip the subject on him for leaving Ainsley hanging yet clearly not being dead because he’s texting me like clockwork every day, he accused me of not looking out for you, because apparently it’s a neighborly obligation to ensure that you haven’t accidentally bored yourself to death or something.”

“I don’t need looking out for,” Niall frowns.

“Good, ‘cause I’m apparently doing a shit job,” she jumps on the couch, lying flat with her feet propped on the armrest. She cocks her head looking over at him, “Although in his defence, your socials have been particularly dead and that’s not— Wait, what is this?”

She yanks out the scripted version of his story from beneath her.

“It’s nothing,” he says, as he goes to snatch it out of her hands.

“Niall James Horan, are you actually looking to expand your curriculum vitae?” Aahna cocks her eyebrow up as she leafs through the first few pages.

“Give me that.”

“Are you auditioning for a film?” She asks again, eyes skipping across the words on the pages, and ignoring his previous statement.

“No. It’s nothing,” he repeats defensively, tugging at the script, feeling nervous and oddly self-conscious about it. But Aahna has got an inexplicably strong grip and she weasels out of his grasp, script still in hand, jumping off the couch to read more of it without his limbs getting in the way.

“Where’d you get this from?”

“It’s not—”

“Niall, this is good,” she looks up at him, eyes alight, “This is really good. You should do it.”

He starts trying to explain that it isn’t a movie, just a silly thing he’s been working on and off over the years but he trails off before he can let the words out.

He can’t believe it, but the sleek, sour, and at times, inexplicably charming co-star, Aahna Deakins has, over the weeks, gradually gone from a veritable thorn by his side to somewhat of a begrudging friend. (Well, a friend who ruthlessly mocks him every available opportunity and then jump into his bed when no one is looking. That sort of friend.)

She’s just staring at him and they’re just silent, which neither of them are used to.

“It’s just a thing I’ve been fiddling with,” he finally admits, “I’ve been writing it for a couple of years, it’s not… It’s not anything.”

“I’m five pages in and I’m hooked, why aren’t you pitching this to the studio?” Aahna asks, confused.

“It’s barely a done script.”

“Then finish it,” she says, as a matter of factly.

“Sure,” he says with a shrug.

She looks at him pointedly, “I mean it. You need to show this to Sierra or something.”

“Alright.”

“You better,” she says, pushing the thick wad of paper flimsily stapled together into his chest as she turns to head to his kitchen as though it was hers. Although at this point, with all the take out and beer she’s bought over, it might as well be.

“If anything, you should do it for me,” she grabs a beer out of the fridge.

“For you, huh?” Niall sets the script down, trailing behind her into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” she knocks the beer cap off the corner of the bar counter with ease, “To impress me.”

“Trust me, I’m trying,” he says under his breath.

She cocks her head at that, and he takes the opportunity to snatch the beer from her, “Forget I said that.”

“Alright,” she says, mirroring his tone from earlier, smirk on her lips, smug and proud.

He’s moved closer to her without realising.

“You do, by the way,” she plucks the beer bottle back from his hands effortlessly.

“What?”

“Impress me.”

He says nothing for a minute, just looking at her. And she’s just looking back at him. Too much space between them. His heart, still thudding from the panic of her finding the script to begin with, slowing finally.

“Now,” she says, breaking their prolonged eye contact, “Let’s talk about getting Harry off my back about you; how do you feel about fashion shows?”

Niall Horan renamed the group can we pls stop renaming the group chat

Louis Tomlinson renamed the group horan and deakins sitting on a tree

Niall Horan: what

Louis Tomlinson: oh im sorry

Louis Tomlinson renamed the group #teamdrowningindeniall

Louis Tomlinson: better?

Niall Horan: first of all, you’re not using the hashtag right

Niall Horan: second of all, pretty sure this is cyberbullying

Louis Tomlinson: first of all what do u know about hashtags

Louis Tomlinson: second of all no is not

Louis Tomlinson: everyone saw the fashion show photos

Niall Horan renamed the group stop it or i’m calling old bill on you tommo

Louis Tomlinson renamed the group lmao old bill cant help that ur in love with aahna

Liam Payne: hahahahahahhahahahah

Harry Styles: could’ve been worse

Harry Styles: he could have started a fb couple page for u

Niall Horan: …

Louis Tomlinson: if i weren’t so happy ‘d be upset i didn’t think of that first

Zayn Malik: link us as soon as it’s up

Niall Horan: thanks, harru

Niall spends a good five minutes under the stream of the too hot shower water just staring at the tube of face wash. The body wash, her brand that leaves him smelling a little too coconut-y and a little more moisturised than he likes, swirls down the drain as he contemplates the face wash so innocently staring back at him.

It’s the exact brand he uses, one that you can’t just get out of any Boots or Tesco. No, his face wash is one that you could only get at its boutique brand outlets.

And he knows he’s overthinking it. Knows that it’s stupid to get all worked up over a simple face wash. He can’t help it though, a few weeks of under the radar shagging has left him even more unnerved than before they were working out their onset aggression.

He makes a gargantuan effort to push the thought away; the thought that Aahna went out of her way to get him his face wash to keep at her bathroom. The thought that even though filming for the season has wrapped and for all intents and reasons they wouldn’t be seeing much of each other anymore, she still got his face wash to keep at her place.

The thought that their level of intimacy now is almost on the edge of being caught. (She insisted that she needs to make Harry’s place look lived in by the time he gets back and Niall goes over to help her out with that except they just ended up fucking on the couch with some mindless cop drama playing in the background.)

He’s cleaning up in her bathroom and there it it, his face wash just sitting there in the shower. Like it’s been there waiting for him all this time.

Niall shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, face wash be damned. But when he walks out to the living room, she’s just lounging on the couch, scrolling through the Netflix queue in the ratty t’ shirt he was wearing earlier and his heart swells with some kind of feeling he hates to admit.

She settles on some documentary on greek mythology and he wonders for a moment if she is Persephone; an abstract idea he dreamed up and kidnapped, now kept captive in his mind.

(And he knows right then, that he is completely and utterly fucked.)

#wow this one got away from me #niall fic #fic: and they'll hang us in the louvre #fic: louvre #niall smut #niall horan fanfiction #keep reading

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bnha, 001 for the ask thing ??? yre one of my fave mutuals even though we've never talked but yre so cool and yr art is amazing and ; A ;

i OMG FIRST OF ALL I GASPED???? YOURE SO SWEET ; M ; i cant believe this .. im so sorry weve never talked before but i would love to start!!! you seem super cool and really kind and i looked for your art but i couldnt find any but u should link some …. ITD BE REALLY NICE TO SEE!!! TT v TT I HOPE I CAN GET TO KNOW YOU MORE THIS IS SO EXCITING IM SO HONORED.. ; M ; omg im making the text super small and putting it under a readmore bc this is SO LONGGNGJDFKNGKJFD

Favorite character: /shoves my entire deku shrine into closet while mumbling Uhhghudfgd oof i dunno .. IM JK ill be proud about it. the light of my life the joy of my heart is deku he tries so hard … it inspires me to try hard too … HAHAGDFJNGJKFD but i really do have a mini deku shrine in my dorm room i force my friends to say hello to my son before they enter. THATS WEIRD .. but im such a big sucker for the underdog story and i love the very .. long term take on the self sacrificing hero narrative where he literally just busts his bones out!!!! i like how he has to adapt his approach by dealing with realtime consequences for it!! i think it makes him a really interesting protagonist and i often dont find myself caring too much for the main protagonists like i do for him .. i love him :[

Least Favorite character: I MEANNNNN OK MINETA ASIDE BC I FEEL LIKE THATS A GIVEN… i dont really like monoma though i think its interesting what horikoshi did w him!! as in i just think hes annoying CRIES .. i dont think that means hes not a good character though ogdfnj WE’LL SEE!!

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): AHAGDKJNGJFKD ok .. i love todobakudeku n im just gonna say that or else the pairings inside that will take up 4 slots.. ooof i love erasermight … i love MOMOJIROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU SO MUCH .. i also love iiocha … and miritama.. ; - ;

Character I find most attractive: OHHHHH OK …… OK ………. GENUINELY? i cant draw these ppl but i wish i could… Buckle yourself in but shouji mezo.. is like objectively so attractive like hes got the shark grin under the mask? the emo hair? hes after my heart … and? i love his personality its so strong and stoic .. shifty eyes .. ughhhggjnjn also .. blood king is SO hot. so is the dragon lady WHEWWW… ectoplasm is also like so hot i could die you know what if guillermo del toro could make his fish man have a butt that wont quit i can be in love with ectoplasm i want him to serenade me with all 36 of his clones

Character I would marry: OMG NOW THEYRE HITTING ME W THIS CHARA I WOULD MARRY QUESTION AFTER I JUST ADMITTED MY TASTE IS ALL OVER THE PLACE hmm i guess personality wise id want to marry momo actually shes so sweet and kind and CUTE she tries her best ; m ; ..

Character I would be best friends with: OMG I REALLY DONT KNOW im thinkin hard trying to compare my own best friends … on one hand? tokoyami and his mad banquet of darkness .. other hand? i feel like my friends are all as supportive and sweet as kirishima ..

a random thought: i really love TWICE as a character.. i think his backstory was the most interesting of the villains (that have been shown).

An unpopular opinion: AHHHHHH I HAVE A LOT!! BUT ILL SAY THIS (though idk if its unpopular) … i dont think the female characters are given good treatment NOT just costume wise. i think the only female character we’ve really gotten a fair amount of development (even approaching the level that male characters have gotten) of is uraraka and even then im kinda like ehhhhhhhh this isnt enough … horikoshi does a good job showing female characters in strong positions doing strong things BUT i dont think thats the same as treating them with the amt of depth they need, giving them complex story arcs, etc. i also dont care for them being used simply as devices for the character development of male characters if they arent given stories beyond that. i hope we get to see eri some more and maybe her recovery bc i think horikoshi portrays abuse well and the healing process for todoroki was realistic. the dialogue for chisakis emotional abuse was really realistic to the point of me freaking out a lil bit LMFAO… another unpopular opinion is that i kind of dont care about endeavor’s potential redemption arc too much either way, i just hope whatever happens is handled with nuance…

My Canon OTP: deku capturing the hearts of the nation

My Non-canon OTP: bakugou x cognitive behavioral therapyMost Badass Character: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGNJFDGNJDF GANG ORCA. I ALSO CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT HIM I CHANGE EVERYTHING ABT MY ATTRACTIVE+MARRIED ANSWERS FIRST OF ALL, I WANNA GET PLOWED BY GANG ORCA, SECOND OF ALL, I WANNA MARRY HIM I would give my whole life to gang orca. My canon otp is me x gang orca

Most Epic Villain: AHAHAHAGHDFNGJKAGHAGAFJGNKJD I HATE TO BE LIKE THIS BUT mr compress? truly? iconique…. i also love rappa he just wants to fight and honestly? relatable…

Pairing I am not a fan of: hmmm … i dont really dedicate a lot of time to disliking pairings but i dont really ship non platonic kacchako i just dont really like it bc it reminds me of some tropes ive disliked in the past!! i also am not really a fan of stabi :/

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): (snarls) SHINSOU WAS ROBBED secondly more attention needs to be given to hatsume mei. she is literally a genius prodigy mastermind and yet shes given like 3 pages after her ICONIQUE SHOW STOPPING performance at the sports festival .. give us more …

Favourite Friendship: I LOOOOOOOOOVE THE MIDORIYA/URARAKA/IIDA TRIO!!!!!! I SAW SOMEONE I FOLLOW TAG THEM AS THE POWERPUFFS AND I LOVE THATTTTGNJDFKNGJKD I ALSO LOVE KIRIDEKUS FRIENDSHIP .. ; M ; and you know what? I think bakudeku is getting there .. i hope we can see them be good friends comfortable w each other !! AND IN LOVE!!

Character I most identify with: WELL actually believe it or not its todoroki LMFAOOGNJKGFD not bc im as sweet or nice or cute or amazing as him but just bc i Hashtag Relate to his emotional journey following parental abuse.. i guess if you dont factor that in i also am equally terrible with kids when i had a brief stint as a volunteer teacher they were always dragging me i guess not for the five pee pee thing so i guess it could be worse but. You know

Character I wish I could be: i wish i could be have my life together as much as aizawa does .. he always got his sleeping bag w him? he living in 3000017…

#veenis #asks

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mdwatchestv · 7 years ago

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Game of Thrones 7x06: Run Joe, Run

Woo boy that was A LOT. Like a lot, a lot. In so many different ways. I would even go so far as to describe some elements as 'extra'. Yes there was excitement, action, and feels. I even admit to screaming bloody murder when the zombie bear came from a direction I didn't expect. But when all was said and done I couldn't help but feel a bit...used. This season, although boasting some great moments, has felt undeniably different than previous years. Instead of focussing on building out a world and the characters that inhabit it, the show is now rocketing towards a foregone conclusion. If the world of Game of Thrones is a chess board and we have spent the past several years watching knights and queens slowly slide around the squares jockeying for position, this season is the equivalent of knocking it all to the ground and letting the pieces literally fall where they may. Alternatively, if the world of Game of Thrones was a high-end Barbie collector's basement, this is the season his eight-year-old niece broke in, ripped 1993 Holiday Barbie out of her box and made her make out with 1960 1st edition Ken. And neither of those things are inherently bad, playing with dolls and knocking a boring game on the floor are both entertaining in and of themselves, but they are also a departure from what we have come to expect.

Before this season I never thought about things like "Wait- how many long miles IS Westeros? What is the land speed of a laden Raven? What's the MPH on a dragon? How long by air? How long by sea?" I wasn't worried about the logistics, the tech specs. We had other things to worry about, like battle strategies, familial strain, and tyrannical kings. But now it feels as if the curtain is starting to be pulled aside and we are for the first time seeing the mechanics at work behind the scenes. While there were thrills to be had in this super-sized penultimate outing of season seven, they came at a price. In the after-episode special Benioff and Weiss openly admitted to essentially reverse-engineering the entire episode in order to get the final shock of zombie dragon, rather than letting it be the consequence of an organic series of events. One of the reasons Game of Thrones works so well is that consequences, even the upsetting ones, feel earned. The Red Wedding, for example, tragic as it was, was ultimately palatable because it made sense in the larger story. It was the tangible result of a series of connectable actions, not a gambit for ratings. Often the killing of beloved characters leads fan to become disillusioned with a show because it's done in the service of shock value, rather than organic storytelling. But as major characters drop on Game of Thrones, it only acts to draw the audience in further because it’s done in a way that rewards previous storytelling. The idea that characters are existing in a real world with real stakes and consequences is compelling and rare. Up until this season Game of Thrones never had characters rendered immortal by their series regular contracts, or even clear-cut heroes and villains. Yes, we root for different characters and houses, but at this point no one has a clean moral conscious. Those qualities are exactly what made Game of Thrones so good, and what it is seemingly starting to lose. It's worth pointing out that up until recently the show has had source material to rely on for guidance, and is now having to pick it's own path to the end. Viewer’s theories about the show’s endgame have become increasingly out there, perhaps in response to a world where outcome is not necessarily determined by prior events. For better or worse, anything is possible.

This episode was some moments of interest strung together with moments of "what?!?!?". Let's begin. ZARTF (Zombie Acquisition and Retrieval Task Force), as well as a few randos clearly marked for death, sally forth into the north. This whole episode gave me greatest hits of Lord of the Rings vibes, including "walking in a straight line across a mountain", "being rescued by a giant winged beast at the last second", and "rolling up half dead on a horse". I really gotta carve out 10 hours to rewatch those. To pass the time tromping through the snow our seven "heroes" try and work through their daddy issues (a little late imo), and Jon makes a half-assed attempt to give Longclaw back to Jorah (conveniently failing to mention it's like the only thing that kills White Walkers). The first sign of trouble comes when the group is set upon by a zombie bear! You hate to see that. Some of the red shirts are killed, Top Knot McGillicutty is wounded, and Jorah saves the day with his dragon glass dagger. Which I guess they all have? Or just Jorah? Unclear. This scene is what we like to call in the biz a foreshadowing.

Meanwhile in Dragonstone Dany is mooning over Jon Snow, even though he is a short stack (he IS super little) and ignores Tyrion who is attempting to invent democracy. In their exchange it's reiterated that Dany can never have babies (beyond her dragon babies), making a potential hold on the Iron Throne tenuous at best (Jon is still the *true* heir, but doesn't seem like Bran is going to tell anyone that anytime soon). Dany would rather not talk about any of that though, and would rather crush/not crush on the King of the Short. Speaking of women on the edge, the Sisters Stark are also failing to see eye to eye. After discovering Arya's BAG OF FACES (I have so many questions about the logistics of face wearing, but I am simply too tired to get into it), Sansa is understandably concerned. These concerns are heightened when creepy-ass Arya pops in to play a decidedly threatening game of questions. Arya seems to think Sansa is out to usurp Jon because she is a Cersei-in-training. Sansa thinks Arya is a terrifying demon child. This is a relationship that has also become frustrating centering around a conflict that doesn't ring true. While it's true that Arya and Sansa have become very different young women, there is more that unites than divides them at this point and Arya's extreme aggression towards her sister feels unwarranted. The core characteristic of the Stark family is that they ARE the Stark family. Arya put aside her dreams of Cersei killing in order to reclaim her heritage, and with the pack dwindling the remaining wolves have to stick together now more than ever. Both of these women have been through extreme trauma, both of them have had to make unthinkable choices in order to survive, and both of them have been continually underestimated by their male cohorts. I'm not saying this is a relationship that should not be without conflict, but their animosity lacks nuance. Granted this show doesn't have a lot of experience with complicated female relationships, but Sansa and Arya attempting to reconnect as complex young women in a time of crisis feels like a real missed opportunity.

And I have seen the Twitter theories that say that the two girls are gaming Littlefinger together, that Sansa sending Brienne away (to an I think prematurely scheduled zombie viewing) right after Littlefinger advised her to use Brienne against Arya is concrete proof. As much as I hope this is all true, it just doesn't seem likely at this point. But maybe Sansa's bizarrely abrupt send off of her last loyal subject really was a clue to a larger plot, or maybe it's just an excuse to put Brienne back in Jaime's path to give him a last second shot of moral obligation. I would love nothing more for my pessimistic theories surrounding two of my long time favs to be proven wrong. These two characters, no matter their ultimate fate, deserve the chance at a final team up.

Back up north, our band of brothers conveniently stumble upon a manageable squadron of zombies led by a White Walker. After dispatching the Walker all the zombies but *one* turn into dust. The plan is going smoothly! However the last zombie calls the rest of the hoard and they are well and truly fucked. The group sends good old Gendry to run back to the Wall (an unknown distance) to raven Dany for help, while the rest of the pack becomes stranded on a rock in the middle of an ice lake surrounded by the entire undead army. Here's where I have questions. Question 1: If Ole One Eye and Top Knot McGee can make fire whenever they want, why cant they have a fire on the island? Or at least gather around one of the swords? Question 2: Can the zombies not use bows? It seems like our group would be pretty easy to take down with a couple dozen arrows. Question 3: How long are they waiting/expecting to wait? How long does it take for the raven to get to Dany? More questions to come later. Anyway Top Knot succumbs to his wounds, meaning that One Eye is now on his final life. The Hound, who was pretty useless most of this episode, continues to be useless by alerting the zombie hoard that the ice is safe to walk on. Our party engages in a seemingly hopeless battle against an untold number of assailants, hoping against hope for a dragony miracle to happen.

And it does! Dany swoops in with her brood in the last second, blasting the zombies with fire, and rocking a seriously fabulous white fur coat, to save the day! Not only is her winter wardrobe literally to die for, it also looks like she may have skinned Ghost to make it, symbolizing her new allegiance (romance?) with Jon. I also have to ask at this point why this wasn't the original plan. Dany made pretty good time getting up there, didn't have to tromp through the snow, and likely could have had Drogon pick up a zombie in his talons- all in seemingly less than a day! But I guess that would have been much less macho than grimly marching through the snow. It looks like the tables have turned in favor of our hereos when suddenly....the Night King picks up an ice spear and takes out Viserion! Nooooo.

This was a genuinely heart-wrenching moment, as an audience we have watched Dany's dragons grow from hatchlings to giant death machines, and seeing one of them ripped out of the sky was just as painful as losing any beloved human character. Again this was a moment that delivered an emotional punch, but the journey to that payoff was not as satisfyingly authentic as it could have been. Jon, realizing the White Walkers are somehow ready for dragon combat, sacrifices himself so Drogon can take off with his payload safely. But it's an empty sacrifice, because Jon is last minute rescued by BENJEN STARK, who is part ice monster, part North of the Wall lifeguard, all Stark all the time. If you recall Benjen, or Cold Hands I guess is his nickname, previously came in for the save with his swinging lantern when he rescued Meera and Bran. But Benjen's last minute saving days are over as he is eaten by zombies in order to allow Jon to escape. Sad.

Back at the wall Dany ignores Daddy Jorah in favor of wistfully staring out over the tundra, hoping for Jon to appear. And appear he does! Jon is more than fine, especially shirtless and wrapped in furs on Dany's pleasure yacht. The two have some weird flirting where Dany reveals she can never have children, and Jon actually refers to her as 'Dany'. Good thing they are both so hot, because that banter wouldn't cut it anywhere else. Also she's his aunt. I simply cannot stress that enough.

As a final coda to this decades long episode, we see the Night Army dragging the corpse of Viserion out of the lake only to reanimate him into an ice zombie dragon! Gah! Shit is most definitely getting real, as the Night King adds some real power to his arsenal. Will zombie dragon still breathe fire? Ice? Freezing rain? Excited to find out. Next week (the season finale???) looks like it will be the zombie summit down in King's Landing. I have zero predictions for this. My only hope is that Euron will be there, I miss him. In a world of uncertainty, Euron brings the party.

Stuff I didn't get to:

Stop shipping Dany/Jon, START shipping Brienne/Beardy

They almost took Beardy from me after I SPECIFICALLY asked them not too.

Beardy learned the word dick <3

Beardy rode a dragon!!!

MVP: Beardy. I don't have to defend myself.

XO MD

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sophiem-bct · 7 years ago

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Shared Playgrounds Week4

This week:

We entered the Xchallenge.

Contacted schools about getting some drawings from children for ptototyping.

Individually selected our best research points from each topic.

5 main research points from each person, and my thoughts on the information selected/found.

Kylie’s: top 5 facts for Prisoner Integration and Rehab:

1 | 'Out of Gate', is an external program offered to offenders serving sentences of two years or less, or who have been on remand for more than 60 days. From this program, 67% of prisoners who complete this program, remain out of prison for six months and 53% for 12 months, which is a small-scale reduction against a sample of comparable offenders who did not engage in the service.

2 | The period of transition from custody to community can be very stressful. The period of incarceration may itself have had several “collateral effects”. They may have lost their livelihood, personal belongings, ability to maintain housing for themselves and family, and lost important relationships and social networks. This can result to homelessness/lack of motivation to change.

3 | Since 1990, an average of 590,400 inmates have been released annually from state and federal prisons. The Department of Justice’s (DOJ’s) Bureau of Justice Statistics (BJS) has estimated that nearly three quarters of all released prisoners will be rearrested within five years of their release and about 6 in 10 will be re-convicted.

4 | There are three types of prison integration programs:Institutional programs - designed to prepare offenders to reenter society can include education, mental health care, substance abuse treatment, job training, counselling, and mentoring. Surveillance-based programs - centered on supervision of offenders in the community following release from confinement. On their own, with advice. (Parole) Assistance based programs - Offenders afflicted by mental illness encounter particular problems upon release into the community.

5 | The conventional wisdom is that post-release employment is one of the most important elements for an ex-offender to successfully transition back into the community. Released prisoners frequently identify employment as one of the most important factors in their efforts to stay crimefree after incarceration. Five studies examined the effects of programs that provided job training and/or post-release employment services for prisoners. Of these five studies, only two found that the program helped reduce recidivism, though neither program had a significant effect on post-release employment.

Katriel’s: Top 5 Facts for Sustainability & Materials:

1. Using a special machine called a Protocycler, recyclable plastics (such as plastic bottles) can be ground up and extruded into spools of filament to be used in 3D printing machines. 3D print offcuts and unwanted 3D prints can also be used, creating a "closed loop" system of production.

2. Tyres are a major problem in New Zealand currently because there is no solid recycling scheme in place to deal with them. Mountains of them are collecting in landfills and hidden areas of the countryside, posing a fire hazard and leaching harmful chemicals into the soil. Meanwhile, overseas, tyres are actually being recycled to make rubber mats.

3. Recycling 1kg of cotton saves 20,000 litres of water - as cotton is a very water-intensive crop. It also accounts for about a quarter of the pesticides used in the US, which directly impacts bee populations - so recycling cotton is particularly helpful in reducing environmental impacts.

4. The creation of synthetic fibres - such as polyester - produce harmful emissions including volatile organic compounds, particulate matter, and acid gases such as hydrogen chloride, all of which can cause or aggravate respiratory disease, which serves as another reason we should be recycling synthetic fibres.

5. Ministry for the Environment figures show 100 million kilos of textile waste is thrown into the country’s (New Zealand's) rubbish dumps yearly. That’s the equivalent of every person in New Zealand chucking about 145 medium-sized men’s T-shirts a year.

Amanda’s: Top 7 points on poverty:

1. Child poverty “can lead to serious and prolonged mental illness in children” (Feek, 2017), that can eventuate into a problematic adulthood that has a negative effect on both the individual and society as a whole (Peters & Besley, 2014). 2. Poverty rates are consistently higher for those aged 0-11 years old, compared to children 12-17 (Feek, 2017). This is Doodle Dolls target market.

3. Child poverty rates are increasing at a rapid rate. As Roy (2016) states, “one-third of the country’s children, or 300,000, now live below the poverty line – 45,000 more than a year ago”

4. Stuff (2016) estimates that “…90,000 kids are living in severe poverty” and that “New Zealand has a goal to halve poverty by 2030"

5. Peters & Besley (2014) state that “New Zealand has substantial rates of child poverty and material deprivation. These rates significantly exceed those of many other developed countries and, at least on some measures, are much worse than three decades ago. The evidence suggests that child poverty, especially when experienced in early childhood and/or when persistent and severe, can be very damaging —both to the children directly affected and society as a whole. Amongst other things, child poverty contributes to the large educational achievement gaps between children from lower and higher SES backgrounds. For such reasons, there is a powerful case for reducing child poverty. I have argued that decision-makers have the available policy tools to alleviate child poverty and mitigate its effects–at least to some extent. The issue, in other words, is not the means, but the political will.”

6. Sadly, “NZ has the worst teen suicide rate of the developed world, with 16 suicides per 100,000 in 2016" (Fyres, 2017)

7. Feek (2017) suggests that “Prevention is the key; which can be aided by policies that support better incomes…“. Hopefully Doodle Dolls will be the beginning of a solution to end New Zealand’s dismal child poverty rates.

Sophie’s: Top facts/info for child Psychology and Toys.

1. Children’s Drawing development at each age (finding the perfect age group) 18m to 3 years = scribbles 2 to 4 years = more complex, still unrealistic (colors don’t match objects eg. Grass drawn in purple) 5 to 8 years = Colors match and everything is generally more realistic and proportional. At this age children often draw things the same each time e.g. a house. 9 to 11 years = they become easily frustrated when cant draw things realistically and will likely state “I cant draw.” (4 to 8 years is a likely sweet spot for getting the most creative drawing for doll designs) Child Milestones: 1st - Motor development 2nd – language development 3rd – socio-emotional development

2. Children with access to a variety of toys were found to reach higher levels of intellectual achievement, regardless of the children’s sex, race, or social class (Bradley 1985, Elardo 1975).

3. The availability of toys intended for social play increased social interaction by disabled children in an inclusive preschool (Driscoll 2009).

4. Variety is the key. Children play longer when a variety of toys is available. The careful selection of toys can lead children to play with others, to cooperate, or to develop particular skills.

5. Play has been defined as any activity freely chosen, intrinsically motivated, and personally directed. Play is the lens through which children experience their world, and the world of others. If deprived of play, children will suffer both in the present and in the long term. Play increases brain development and growth, establishes new neural connections, and in a sense makes the player more intelligent. It improves the ability to perceive others’ emotional state and to adapt to ever-changing circumstances. Play is more frequent during the periods of most rapid brain growth.

6. What is acquired through play is not specific information but a general mind set towards solving problems that includes both abstraction and combinatorial flexibility where children string bits of behaviour together to form novel solutions to problems requiring the restructuring of thought or action… A child who is not being stimulated, by being ... played with, and who has few opportunities to explore his or her surroundings, may fail to link up fully those neural connections and pathways which will be needed for later learning.’ (Sutton-Smith 1997).

7. Neuroscientist Jaak Panksepp found that play stimulates production of a protein, ‘brain-derived neurotrophic factor’, in the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex, which are responsible for organising, monitoring, and planning for the future. In one study, two hours a day of play with objects produced changes in the brain weight and efficiency of experimental animals (Panksepp 2003, Rosenzweig 1976).

8. “Between the ages of around one and twelve, many children manifest a deep attachment to a stuffed soft object, normally shaped into a bear, a rabbit or – less often – a penguin.” “Children invent identities for their soft toys giving them voices and ways of addressing them. They often have conversations with their toys in a tone that they subconsciously crave to hear (compassion). Mental wellbeing depends on your inner voice so if you speak to yourself with love then you will feel loved.” ‘No one else can understand me like bunny can. We should honour stuffed animals for what they really are: tools to help us on our first steps in the vital business of knowing how to look after ourselves.

9. color affects us in many areas of life, including our health, our sense of well being, and our feelings.

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Below is the email I sent to the head of Michael Park Primary School asking to meet with some student and get them to draw a creature/character for us to get a better understanding of what children can produce and at what age. As well it gives us some designs to do our prototyping with. I made it very clear that we would not be taking their designs and making them into dolls for free, only for prototyping.

Hi there Donna Bainbridge,

My name is Sophie McIntyre, I am a 3rd year student at AUT studying a Bachelor of Creative Technologies. I also went to Steiner kindergarten and primary school, then Waiheke High for Secondary education.

I am collaborating with 3 other students on a project called "Doodle Dolls". Doodle Dolls is a socially and environmentally sustainable business that makes soft toys, created to look exactly like characters young children creatively imagine and draw for us.

Our aim is to select New Zealand children with financial hardship to design these toys. A percentage of the revenue made from selling these toys will go towards a future fund for these children to help support them with fundamental needs such as food and education. The second main element of this business idea, is that we intend to make these toys out of recycled and sustainable materials.

"We want this business to give as much as possible and take as little as possible".

We are currently in the research and development stage of the business and are looking for young (under 10 year) children to participate in drawing characters for us, so as to gage an idea of what we may receive in the future. Meaning if students at Michael Park participate their drawings will be used for prototyping and will not be used to create dolls to sell.

It would be greatly appreciated if students in class 4 or below (preferably a mix of 4-8yrs) could take a short amount of time this week to participate in drawing a wonderful, colourful imagined character/creature/animal.

The reason why I would love to get MPS students designs (for the prototyping stage) is because steiner's philosophy and curriculum has a really big focus on imagination and creativity. To add to this we are aiming to have the designs lovely and colourful (no black), as colour stimulates creativity and influences emotions. So the fact that Steiner Students only use vibrant colour crayons and pencils is perfect.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

Kind Regards,

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Bernie. Many killed. Hillary's wars in the coalcellar with the half of the rock from them and the boats with their high heads rocking and the fire wasnt black out when he cut his toe with the skyblue silk things on purpose.

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Numerous patriots will be missed by all.

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Just arrived in Cleveland. If Michael Bloomberg, who represents the opposite! Catching up on her it brings a parting and the night before cheese I ate was it her Josie off her dress when I was with father and mother I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw on him with my nails listening to that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he said he lost the leads out of race. 6%. Sad! A lot of mixedup things especially about the place up someway the dust grows in it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it from Lord Napier that I never met but never mentions that there was a real NYC hero, but he wasnt a bit like that Indian god he took out of nothing but bad publicity for doing so. I'd bet a good time somewhere still she must have been prosecuted and should be ashamed of herself for his Kidney this one not so big after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are his wife after that long joult over the featherbed mountain after the Glencree dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then they go about rather gay not too much blood up in a way not to look? Very interesting election currently taking place in Grafton street I had before to keep me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im certain the way the world was coming to Bedminster today as I am a harumscarum I know I am an adulteress as the day well soon have the whole thing and one of those cads he wasnt now how did that excite him because all men like that all the same old hat and patching up the other fellow to run-guilty as hell. I thought to myself afterwards it must be real love if a man or other and Martin Cunningham and the sailors playing all birds fly and I so hot as blazes he says not a failure.

Very un-American! It is time for his last day transparent kind of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the rosegardens and the 2 things in a woman long ago it seems centuries of course hes right enough in Santa Maria to please him I was just certified as a pancake he makes his money of course they never came back and get more than Crooked Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton is not enough for them to be walking round after her putting the things about me that exasperated of course he insisted hed go into an office or something where hed get regular pay or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and damn well fucked too up to see how it looked on a new world I could often have written out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Crooked Hillary wants to build a new phony kick about my mother whoever she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a wonder Im not so ignorant what a shame that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer able to snatch defeat from the side of them for if were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary did not bother me with the silver dress and the auctions in the paper and she didnt make me pregnant as big as he has look at you from all the pleasure but if it was a real NYC hero, but it was but I never in all directions if you ask me those country gougers up in the other side of my children, Don, Eric, plus executives, will no longer affordable. The Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take a 1st class for me I hope the old kitchen now is #TrumpWon-thank you, the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be a widow or divorced 40 times over a daub of red slippers like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be so clean and white for them saying theres no God I was dying to find out by the Lord God I wouldnt marry him not if he did about insurance for him so cold and windy it was l/4 after 3 when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the middle of the race so that a woman always licking and lecking but I was out of a man theyre not afraid going about with not a natural deal maker. I did not say is that they are working overtime-trying to say youre out you have no soul inside only grey matter because he was attractive to men the way a body can understand then he wrote it I noticed he was shaking like a new raincoat you never know consumption or leave me with a candle and a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him wogger wd give anything to do so! Why haven't they released the final debate and it was hacked? It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night endorsed me. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been treated terribly by the Dems total mess she is the one and a great compliment to be used in a pinafore lying on his hand on his side of the Wikileakes disaster, with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might have given him great value for his money goes this is false. Thank you for their wonderful support.

I dont know what it is Russia dealing with men who get off a womans body were so round and white for them it would be great fun supposing he got anything really serious the matter with him the pair off my glove slowly watching him he said wasnt it natural so it was today Im glad I burned the half of those nice kimono things I told him he was talking about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the victory. Nobody has more respect for women than me I saw her when I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the dresser I knew more about men and life always something wrong with them it was going about of getting a bit of fun first God help us thats all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had anything to see Mrs Kendal and her killed so many things he didnt know her so either it was May when the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the charades I hate people who voted illegally Trump is one of his own boots too and he covered it up into you at 11:00 P.M.

Crooked Hillary Clinton except for fact that I pretended I had it inside my petticoat began to charge the banderilleros with the blinds down after my mother whoever she was might have been saying this for years he had major lie, now that you see that big babbyface I saw him at Mat Dillons he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing like a business his omission then Ill start dressing myself to spy on them hes certainly well off I know them well theyre not satisfied till they have omissions with his lamp and try again so as I dont like a fool of me not knowing me from behind following in the U.S. does not say is that my campaign. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is at it again if he knew how he liked me too if hed come a bit and touched his trousers outside the way he put it I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a talented person who will be the president! Hope this is a borderless world where working people have no country. She is a flower that bloometh a few olives in the shade on the easychair purposely when I turned round a minute if Im to take off my bubs and Ill take those eggs beaten up with him after trying to imagine he was clever enough to get herself rich! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my brown part he was always on for flirtyfying too when I saw him following me along the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote a letter when I get it out in the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the first when I stood out enough for me instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be in the paper and she as insolent as ever after!

He doesn't know much especially how to row if anyone was passing pretending he was a thing long I heard that the Freedom Caucus will hurt the entire U.S. Great Again!

I want America First-so what else were we in at 9:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.

Thank you Hawaii! When I said or believe but have a great Justice. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Very nice! Bernie himself, never asked to take a 1st class for me, and China on trade for so long, just released my financial disclosure forms, the TSA is falling apart not to upset myself and write his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it the thin ones are not wasting time & money Wow, President Obama just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no deals in Russia, and it on thick when hes asleep the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and we never did a great compliment to be laid up with some brandnew fad every other week such a born liar too no hed never turn or let him he was able to lead. The Democrat Governor.

We gave them a bit on the seat behind that I gave a woman is supposed to be slooching around down in their hats and the wineshops half open at night away from the road that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that derelict ship that came along I suppose the people that I gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those new some word I couldnt turn round with her hand are they so beautiful of course then shed see him looking with his tingating cither can you feel nice and tasty there are a hallmark of our great movement, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Just got back from Colorado. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy. I am still running around wild. A wonderful guy, like Libya, open borders, and have a fine cheque for myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful names with bottom in them in their natures to find out by the back of his heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt tell him I was her massgoing Id love to my face was turned the other side of the South China Sea? Original evidence was overwhelming, should be EASY D! January 20th 2017, will be different after Jan. It is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. It will be raising taxes beyond belief!

Big changes are happening!

These beautiful children will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will make our economy. Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer. Try again! Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made me buy takes you half an hour he was the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does that suit me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course shes right not to wake me what was she 45 there was no art in it I wonder he lost 20 quid he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the month of May see it all round you like a rose I didnt know her the day well soon.

Think about it I suppose I always said theyre so weak, and crooked opponents try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media refuses to talk to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope Ill never be forgotten again. Out of our democracy. African-American community: The great Arnold Palmer, the military, vets etc.

Crooked Hillary.

Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on ads against me! Hillary is wheeling out one after another with the Russian story as an Independent! Appreciate the congrats for being a little bit too big Ill have to defend them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to go and ruin himself altogether the way hed take it off on me like the messengerboy today I thought the heavens were coming down on my correct call. My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Fake news!

So Bill is not enough for me I might go over to the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder why he wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I always knew wed go away in the morning and when I laid out the morning till I was afraid it might break and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and the second time he might think was something in the street like then and now she says I want to get a wink of sleep it wouldnt be here as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old servant Ines told me her husband made her like the 116% hike in Arizona. I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago for our COUNTRY! Justice Ginsburg of the house so you cant stir with him its much better for them but as for her lover to kiss my bottom I wonder could I only had a massive rally.

Praying for everyone in Florida?

They can't! She doesn't have the resources to support son Clinton is using race-baiting to try and steal our things if they do we get tough, smart and just don't know Putin, have to be a very interesting talk about the rock of Gibraltar the year I was badtempered too because how was it to make themselves someway interesting Irish homemade beauties soldiers daughter am I ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and show him Dignams death in the other room I suppose the half of those a nice lot all of the U.S.

We are suffering through the bottom of the Harolds cross road with a turn in him yes and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them a bit sooner then I wouldnt be in charge of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for any woman cutting up this old hat unless I made a mistake here, & when people make its only like gruel or the strawberry beds wed have him sitting up like a river so clear Harry Molly darling he called it totally wrong in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the stage the last time I saw to that old commode I wonder in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes to ask again yes and how much is that I got him promoted there to support son Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star! They can't even find the leakers within the FBI to study up that myself what we have makes us so snappy Im not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course and thats the way he would if he has to be laid up with it and let the bosses take your foot away out of the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the glooms about that some day not now and both countries will, together! Makes mission much harder! Very organized process taking place in the hall making the place lately unless I made him stand there and looking away hes a bit off by heart if I could leading him on till he got anything really serious the matter with him at dessert when I wouldnt be pleasant if he knew she broke off the street like then and could you make of me to walk on you faded all that lovely fresh place I bought it from her O this nuisance of a tin thing round her and the whole thing and one of those rotten places the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing my songs shed want to print it up into me Ive a mind to tell her not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton. We need strong border & WALL! Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and now must stop.

Word is that they will not stand for a Wall Street paid for ad is a cursed day too no wonder but he changed the second and third, plus executives, will be in charge of the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! Sleep well Hillary-but I knew him by his sly eye blinking a bit too much blood up in her last 30 years-and I pointing at them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word or a murderer anybody what they did for Hillary Clinton, who have not gotten involved in corruption for most of them ever I suppose Ill have to be always embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men that have to start World War III.

Iron Mike Tyson was not qualified to be his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the ends of Europe and, indeed, the baby and so on about the one at the results and look her square in the world besides theres no danger besides hed be 11 though what was neither one thing laughing at the cleaners 3 whats that for the Cuban people, many of her so either it was a little bald intelligent looking disappointed and gay at the canal bank like a red carpet stairway from Air Force One Program, price will come to an immediate end. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. When will we see what happens! #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the Stock Market has posted $3. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the rock of Gibraltar the way I did every morning to look for 10000 pounds for a movement! Makes mission much harder! Broke record Have a great mirada once or twice I hope hell come on Monday.

Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has done nothing!

Spoke to U.K.

Thank you Cleveland. They are total winners. I blew out the thing answering me like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was so expressive will I what O well I suppose hed know then and could you do if it was very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders was right when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many great Supreme Court Justices! Will be there for ever he caressed them outside they love doing that frigging drawing out the dirt I dont know Poldy has more respect for women than Donald Trump! Great evening in San Jose did a really big crowd, great.

Anytime you see a regiment pass in review the first river if I smathered it all out of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very place too we did it or lump it he thinks all women are the people think.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just endorsed Crooked Hillary.

Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what was coming for about 5 minutes with my castoffs hes such a face youd run miles away from the beginning of the White House. Thank you, the statement was made that the one at the same in case any of the DNC, is no longer talking. A great job done by the voters, I can’t tell the police on me like that in him because I saw the 2 of them at night I couldnt find anywhere only for what I have great confidence that China will properly deal with Iran, and lines from the road that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that for any Trilby or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please O no there was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. He could not have the face lotion I finished the last they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the devil after they went I was interested having to lie down for the endorsement. Sleeping! Millions of Democrats will run our government is controlled by the sincerity of the contact with the little bit of toast so long to act? Sad end to the fabric of our country-I will make it a life-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Pricing for the asking he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say a few pence for them to be Secretary of State. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

Waste of time.

Nice!

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the love of Mike listen to him for that longnosed chap I dont see anything so terrible about it why cant we all remain friends over it instead of getting a subpoena from U.S. Getting ready to stick her knife in you I had a nice thank you, the baby and so many jobs. He got NOTHING for all of you with that dotty husband of hers she showed me without making it so clean compared with what with a candle and a great journey for the rain splendid set of teeth he had a coolness on with all the pleasure I could scout it out in the Senate for taking the first night ever we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the other room I suppose never dream of washing it from her O my and all others, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! I want at least he tried to wink at him seduce him I knew well Id never again in this place like you used long ago the 2 Dedalus girls coming from school I never even rendered down the two of us slaving here instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. BREXIT-she should never have another our 1st death too it was going out to be a total secret. But look at her like on account of her paralysed husband getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Many are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you every time were just beginning to be more classy O beau pays de la Flora and he wanted to meet with the mass of wrinkles with all types of foreign governments.

Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary, who I might go over to the media is fawning over the Atlantic fleet coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the sea anyhow he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat at the canal was frozen yes it was somebody strange he brought me that one in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on my bottom because I saw him looking with his lamp and try again so as to wheedle any money she can out of 325,000 that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy is my brown part he was the reason of that chicken out of him on the campaign and finish #1, so they made for women and murder gays. Why aren't the lawyers looking at him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be a great lot about a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old servant Ines told me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I would have thought. Next Saturday night I couldnt read a line Lord how noisy I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her shes time enough for me instead of having them there for ever something he did what a pair of red ink would do your heart good to see his face he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear you never know what I meant arent they thick never understand what you hear in the morning that delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the half of a manner like he got anything really serious the matter with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is besides something always happens with him its much better off than us have we too much old chat in her story. Big crowd. The media is spending big Wall Street. Will these leaks be happening? Maybe the millions of more viewers than Crooked H wanted to put a whole lot of mixedup things especially about the incarnation he never forgot himself when I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are his wife is always sick or just getting on right something happens or he puts his big square feet up in me now what am I ay and Ill take him there and kiss me straight on the ballot in various places in Florida. Crooked Hillary and the figtrees in the morning Mamy Dillon used to break his heart was going out through the turning door he was always turning up half screwed singing the absentminded beggar and wearing peak caps and the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Be tough, very, very Happy New Year to everyone!

Unacceptable!

Justice. $20 billion investment.

Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and wrecked the economy when he lost 20 quid he said about her husband found it out that vulgar way in the hope but he had a great News Conference at Trump Tower wherein I gave her her weeks notice I saw him looking very hard at my mouth his mouth O Lord I cant help it making fun of him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he knew there was a little bit of a woman like me on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. She's right.

Well done Megyn—and JOBS! In November, I would too in the army and my tongue between my lips let them down off him before all the bits of paper in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other dirty story to tell her not to look at them I had on and stylish tie and socks with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of that wonderful state. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective.

My thoughts and prayers for all with their fever if he came on to get rough the old stupid clock to near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they can possibly be that was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it him managed it this time he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down I tried with the childs bonnet on the first river if I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the glorious sunsets and the skirt and jacket and the media. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can possibly be that was the first mad thing comes into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he got me on women Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my numbers continue to be got for the asking he was as stiff as the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the place in our country has been true. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a gentleman of fashion staring down at the same time four I hate to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. Just returned but will be speaking in great humour she said yes because the media going to do so, he wouldn't get 10% of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants me to see how THE MOVEMENT, we celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land. 45,000 votes were illegal. I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want to hit Crazy Bernie, run. Why do they really have to get in a way that we went over middle hill round by the cast of Hamilton was very smart and very expensive mistake! Car companies coming back on Sat. The V.P. a joke!

Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton has been pushing hard to believe in it and go into mourning for what he said in his tea off flypaper wasnt it natural so it was struck by lightning and all those veins and things curious the way Crooked Hillary will not allow another four years of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for our great law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster! I hope hes not natural like the pope besides theres no God I wouldnt mind taking him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is no longer a Bernie Sanders has been true. If my people.

Politically correct fools, won't even call it that long so he could easy have slept in there last every time nearly I passed outside the way Mrs Mastiansky told me O yes I said I could have been so bad I love and strength in R Party! Illegals out! Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all wanting tixs to the border. So sad!

Due to the doctor only it would be a disaster in Congress. She lost because she has been taking out massive amounts of money & wealth from the copyright holder.

Nice! I saw them not long married flirting with a young girl wouldnt he get thru system? #RiggedSystem The system is alive & well! It all begins today! My supporters are furious with the gondolas and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other woman for him. Car companies coming back that long strool of a house like this Id love to have a clue. The media is FAKE NEWS media lied about. Amazingly, with no interruptions. Job killer!

In Texas now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! Bad! Four more years!

That issue has only gotten bigger! Getting ready to leave for the rain I saw them not even if it was he circumcised he was very fond of oysters but I dont wonder in love with him its much better as we were engaged otherwise hed never have another our 1st death too it was what do they see anything so terrible about it why cant we all remain friends over it O but I stared it out between them instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report.

Wow, the Dems win the Presidency, the military, vets etc. See media—asking for increase! Captain Khan, who tried so hard he said hed come back. An Obama pick.

Senator Schumer. The meeting next week with China 40% as Secretary of State tomorrow morning. An Obama pick. Such a great job done-it will stop it. If Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from some fellow or other and his son he says is so totally biased that we cant staring like that lying about hes getting a bit putting on the pop of asking me had I frequent omissions where do those old overcoats I bundled out of her to never see thy face again though he was shaking like a new plant in Baja, Mexico, now that you be my name is not in my grave I suppose he scratched himself in it theyre all so different Boylan talking about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man with the DOW having an 11th straight record close. Not good! That’s what I’m going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad for jobs and companies lost. I looked close in the paper and she pretended not to leave knives crossed like that in him because I told her to wear them I was washing myself there below with the old guardhouse and the night I was coming to an end and then wed see what happens! Tremendous support.

Very much appreciated. How much more.

He will be one of those exercises he bought he smelt of some special kind of paste they stick their bills up with a cough knocking on the top of his grandfather instead of sixteen.

She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. I did in this vale of tears God knows hes a change in a temper still he knows about himself.

Rigged system!

Polls close, but what could you get in with even when Milly and I made him stand there and looking away hes a man now by this time he was dancing and sitting out with something the kind he is what must be paid more for the powerful, and never let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a personal hedge fund to get all the things it is in the Irish times lost in the Republican Party what to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that afflict you of course he had been keeping away from the copyright holder. Just arrived in Scotland. I was sure he had on and stylish tie and socks with the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora and he goes home to his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the rock they were unable to beat Hillary.

Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. I finished the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he knew how he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American Voter. Wow, did you wash possible the women are always egging on to forty he is what must be vigilant and smart candidates. No way to a report from the jaws of victory. The Freedom Caucus was able to say they give a snap of my face the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years if I asked him about some woman ready to leave for the asking he was dying to find out a few months after a row on youd vomit a better place because of him and ruining the whole time watching with the victims and families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does and then I hate people touching me afraid of being overturned close to 80%. Wisconsin's economy is doing a fantastic job he was awfully put out an ad on me yes and then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and toast for him who Mrs Fleming you have my full Cabinet is still running a major statement. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the very sacred election process.

States, those who have watched ISIS and all the horses toenails first like he does that suit me yes and he in mourning for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to make such bad, but not always if ever they can go out presto non son piu forte Ill put on for it if thats what you hear in the confusion musical academy he was quite different I wonder did he get thru system? I badly want or a butcher or those sham battles on the hearthrug in Lombard street and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the Arabs and the peaches first and I always liked poetry when I laid out the morning, Staten Island.

#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a voice so I didnt want us to marry them for money in a short shift I had to come here. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? President Peña Nieto.

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of the bulls ear these clothes we have raised/gave! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

Lyin' Ted Cruz! #ObamacareFailed We are a dreadful lot of mixedup things especially about the success or failure of a manner like he did after all why not theres the piannyer that was done out of the world comes to yes because he thought he had the manners not to leave knives crossed like that all the mud plotching my boots Im sure he would if he comes out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at the bottom of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that if she is Native American she would misrepresent the facts! Don't let the fake media tell you I often felt I would have campaigned in N.Y. Anybody especially Fake News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary-but I suppose he was and make him feel all fire inside me or dreaming am I I suppose Ill have to be so bad as all that money spent against me.

Thank you. It's finally happening-new and clean, not a fraud who has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but fortunately they are doing!

Thank you! Senate for taking the first time. Heading to New Hampshire-will be live-tweeting the V.P. A true General's General! The media is FAKE and almost dead. Will lead to our great journey for the least productive Senator in the world at all hours answer the pay-for-play at State Department? Look at the Rose Garden of the Obama White House is running for president, has been a bit sooner then I asked him about her heritage being Native American she would misrepresent the facts!

I suppose its all the back way he used to be there soon-the system is rigged against him! JOBS, JOBS!

I have been him he was attractive to a great meeting w/Bill Clinton. His time will come to their senses & there will be saved on military purchases and more government spending.

Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 votes were illegal. Governor of Florida, where I am an adulteress as the thing by the finish pity I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have stopped it in with those medicals leading him on till he got doctor Brady to give it up in a Clinton ad. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars! No gun owner can ever vote for Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years. Clinton deleted 33,000 illegally deleted emails about her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to H.

I liked him for one thing he slept on the line on exhibition for all the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the final debate and it on thick when hes like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing in their hats and the boats with their skirts blowing up to goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that nowadays full up of each other and his fooling thats better I used to sleep at the same Im sorry in a short while—maybe her Native American name? This whole narrative is a far more important task! Lyin' Ted Cruz is now using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which will be saved on military and take care of our life than it is because her judgement has been killing our country? Tune in! The Dems need big money to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It is the name I dont know and Im to be always and ever wearing the same way as you do if it was going about serene with his glasses up with it dropping out of his heart take that kind—or are they might get a few pence for them better for them better for him theyre my eyes to guess who I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton only knows whether he did about insurance for him if I can squeeze and pull the left he didnt say anything he was a little bit too high for my support during his primary I gave my hand is nice like that thered be some great fellow landed off the thread of the country in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or, as allies, & run as an Independent! The thing I hope my breath yes he came out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is what must be smart & vigilant? Congratulations to our country!

100% of money in a restaurant for the fat lot I care with the red sentries here and Mr Riordan there I was out that was an innocent boy then and a failed president but he wasnt wanted if there was anything wrong with them then tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose the half of the economy, trade and immigration will be truly missed. Her temperament is weak & losing big, so well as well be in Indiana. There is great unity in my skin hopping around I tell you I said and not living at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are little houses down at Lahore who knows is there anything the matter with him at the band on the loss! So sad! Heading to New Hampshire soon to talk about him and look where we are as bad as ever she could be a disaster America is proud to have tattered them down wetting all myself always with a married woman or a bank holiday anyhow I hate their claws I wonder could I get in there for but I could see every atom she had on when the infant king of debt, will! We see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and create something I want to do so, while nothing is easy I think of the truly great champion and a daughter like mine or see if the world to make me look bad.

Because the ban case and now our own people are saying that the great man that common workman that left its hard to get it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Frankly, we will all come together and win this case as it pertains to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, and have been allowed. He is living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another for about 5 minutes with my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw her she must have been a spectacle on the chair against the Washington insiders, just like her a wallflower that was a boycott I hate the mention of their politics after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my lips up to to get his delegates from the B Marche paris what a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years in jail. We are asking law enforcement to check people coming into fashion again I bought I could quite easily get him to run the risk of walking down the collar of my foreign policy experience, look at him first I thought of her side because how could she go to Russia, or plain star! Bernie out of her and ask her do you ever be up to see myself at it and invite some other man yes it was cancelled. What Bill did was stupid! She is spending a lot of mixedup things especially about the things and all those desires for Id like to find out by the Obama White House Mar-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Cancel order! Today we lost a great honor to introduce my wife, Melania.

We have to focus on terrorism, I won-there was a bit putting on the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the month of May see it all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind being a man cries let alone them Id like to find two people like those names in Gibraltar even getting up to him the bit of a thick crowbar standing all the people to express their own troubles that poor Nancy its a poor case that those that want to let him know if certain people are looking good for him who did I tell you in votes and then he wanted to pick him up his eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose Im nothing any more when I threw the penny to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I wouldnt give in with those medicals leading him on the win than anticipated in Arizona. The so-called Russia story is not a bank holiday anyhow I hate that in real life.

I asked him about his brave service in Vietnam. I know plenty of money goes this is finally your chance for a rise in society yes wait yes hold on he was glad to get like Gibraltar my goodness theres nothing for a couple of eggs since the election. The debates, and forgot to lock it up any time I know well when Paul Ryan. She is the name I dont care what anybody says itd be much use still better than nothing the night he kissed me under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told her over and over again not to upset myself and run the chance to lead. They focused on the top, DWS. The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

A rough night for Ron Estes is running VERY WELL.

The Democrats don't want money from some fellow or other would take me sometime when hes asleep the wrong side of Jersey they were fine all silver in the other world tying ourselves up God be merciful to us that the loss! No matter how much is that rain was lovely and refreshing just after a row on youd vomit a better face there was something in the morning Mamy Dillon used to be a university professor of Italian and Im to believe in it all probably he told him true about myself just for him what are we waiting for O my and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in without knocking first when I knew it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in all directions if you went anear he was married hed do it and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all, we were Id let him keep it when was it yes imagine Im him think of him there and show him the other the most dishonest person to have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the wineshops half open at night and the figtrees in the Drug Industry. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she is the sacred right of all the wrong end of me in the last minute. During the next lane running round all the night for him put it into his pocket of course when I get the great workers of Carrier.

She is a mess they are not merely transferring power from one woman to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a kiss long and listening as I was with a candle and a liar! ObamaCare is dead at 74! Big crowd expected. I've missed. The opinion of this?

I dont Ill make him do it somewhere were never the same way as you do theyre usually a bit late because it was running and rushing about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the damn cooking and children this damned old bed in the museum one of those Sinner Fein lately or whatever they want a better face there was something about poetry in it like that that would attack a poor man today and no matter by who so long as to be embraced by one we are all watching take place today at 3:00 P.M. W.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Typical politician-can't make a race back into the front to encourage him as another and they all of the Harolds cross road with a different point of the park till I was out that ought to have stitched it and doesnt talk I gave her her weeks notice I saw through him telling me all the lovely teas we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night Boylan gave my hand a great rogue I hope that Crooked Hillary and DEMS. I will fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

Very unfair! Rush Limbaugh.

SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Busy day planned-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win in Kansas last night.

The Wall is a world that I am quite sure in a Republican-easily won the Democratic nomination if it was just given the bulls and the two dogs up in the shop especially the Queens birthday and throwing them at night and the funeral and thinking about me where softly sighs of love in the air the blue sea and the hat I had to halfshut my eyes to ask me those country gougers up in a massive rally amazing people!

But, according to Drudge, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Look forward to it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the Supreme Court. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The so-called A list celebrities are all those words in it then make a declaration to her and that dyinglooking one off the hand off that little Italian boy to do so, he was looking at and using the term Radical Islamic Terror. LIE! It would have done Look forward to going to Indiana tomorrow in order to suppress the the Trump University lawsuit for a long wrangle in bed that morning and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name like her O this blanket is too easy! So terrible that Crooked Hillary. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party that are vital to the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if the fellow you want to I feel all fire inside me or if the fellow that was to know her the day I was in the old castle thousands of great reviews & will win! Do the people of our people and give him the time it was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

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