#last one of these for a while alas i am now forced to rest and survive family visiting (Save me)

[modmad]

idk if they coulda intervened (from what we saw in game probably not) bUT I STILL THINK IT'D BE FUNNY

[nichuuu]

Yeowooya

Tags: Smut, creampie, facial, handjob, teasing, subby joy, doggy, riding, fluff(?) Word count: 6k++

The clacking of your keyboard filled the empty office. Your eyes throbbed in their sockets, begging you for some sort of rest from your computer screen. The minute hand of the clock was slowly approaching the 12 mark on the clock, it would be 1 am soon. Regardless, you were determined to put in those extra hours and finish this damn proposal. With a sip of some extra strong coffee, you let the caffeine take over your senses. You mindlessly typed away, words appearing on the document faster than your mind could process. 

Your teammates had gone out drinking again. Unlike them, you had a sense of responsibility in you, so you were the one who stayed to finish the last leg of the proposal. While your so-called “teammates” were busy celebrating god knows what, you were slaving away in your space, fingers achy and joints sore. 

“Wow… Hard working as ever…” 

You looked up. A familiar face smiled back at you over the cubicle.

“Not now Soo-young,” You huffed, looking back at your screen. From your peripheral vision, you saw the woman pout. 

“Aw… Why so grumpy?” She teased you. You glared at her. 

“I said: Not now,” You repeated yourself. Joy rolled her eyes.

“Fine…” She sighed. Her head disappeared behind the wall of your prison, re-appearing from the entrance to your cubicle. 

“Is it me? Or does this place get messier and messier each time I visit?” She mused.

“Keep your hands off my shit,” You warned her, eyes not leaving the screen.

“I’ll do what I please, thank you.”

You heard her rummaging through some papers on your desk. You wanted to whip around and just let her have it right there, but you were so close to completing your task. Forcing yourself to stay laser focused, you pushed yourself a little more. Your fingers moved faster, the frequency of the clacking increasing. At some point, you felt Soo-young looking over your shoulder, watching silently as words appeared on screen. Then she went back to poke her nose into the papers on your desk. 

“Damn… This paper was dated 2 years ago!” You heard her mutter. “He really needs to sort his shit out…”

More rustling came from behind you. You were on the final stretch now, just a few more sentences left. You could feel your heart beating faster in excitement as you made your way towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

Alas, you typed out the final word. A rather loud yell of victory left your mouth as you saved your work. You crashed back in your chair, feeling more relieved than you’d ever had before. 

“Oh my god… Never again…” You grimaced, massaging your tired eyes. 

“This all seems like a you problem not gonna lie,” Joy chimed in. You opened your eyes. 

“Joy… Please shut the fuck up,” You requested. In response, she dragged your chair out and spun you in a circle. You yelped, quickly planting your feet down in the ground to stop yourself. God forbid those 4 cups of coffee came out of you.

“You’re done with your work! Stop being a grumpy old fart!” Soo-young reminded you. You sighed. 

“Stop nagging. You remind me of my Eomma,” You told her. She scoffed. 

“Maybe you should take better care of yourself. That way I can stop taking care of you like you’re a little kid,” Joy retorted. You wanted to argue against her statement, but she had a fair point.

“Fair enough,” You relented. 

“That’s what I thought bitch boy,” She sneered playfully. You chuckled.

You weren’t sure how to describe your relationship with Soo-young. You started off as complete strangers to each other, strangers that worked 2 desks away and always seemed to go to the same spot for lunch everyday. One fine day, she sat down next to you in the middle of a meeting—she was half an hour late—and introduced herself to you. You spent the long hours of the meeting entertaining yourselves in hushed, clandestine conversations, stopping only when your boss turned back to face the zombie crowd. At the end, you made yourself a new friend and exchanged numbers with her. 

Months passed. You got closer to Soo-young, close enough to call her what all her friends called her.

“They call me Joy,” She told you one morning over some doughnuts and coffee. 

“Joy?” You mused. She shrugged. 

“Yea… I never really understood why, but the name stuck.”

You would come to understand why with time. She truly lived up to her namesake, her bright, contagious smile and her amusing personality making her a true Joy to be around. You liked her company, it made the office feel like less of a slave plantation. 

Your relationship with her was simple up til Christmas day. She invited you back to her place for a couple of drinks after an office party, and you gladly obliged. A few jokes, some snacks and quite a few glasses of wine later, your clothes were discarded together with Joy’s and you were taking her against the window of her apartment. After your fling with her that night, you two made a mutual agreement: What happened would be a one time thing. You were friends, simple as that.

However, neither of you really kept to the first part of the agreement. It was broken just a few weeks after when Joy pulled you into a storage room and sucked your cock.The she proceeded to take your cock up her pussy, your hand clasped around her mouth to prevent anyone from hearing her moans. You broke the agreement two months later, guiding her away from the poolside party at a friends house, ripping her bikini off her and fucking her senseless in the guest bathroom. Since then, sex with Joy happened almost on a weekly basis—sometimes a monthly basis if you two were really busy. No real feelings had manifested for Joy, and Joy certainly didn't seem interested to enter a relationship with you of all people. Hence, the two of you declared yourselves friends with benefits.

“Why are you still in the office?” You asked Joy, powering off your monitor. Soo-young sighed.

“Had to file my team’s paperwork again…” She lamented. “I really hate these slackers.”

“Same here,” You chuckled bitterly. “I just keep saving their asses over and over again while they go out drinking every other night… Ridiculous if you ask me.”

Joy laughed, clearly sharing a common sentiment. 

“Should’ve just shredded all the papers… Let those fucks rot for all I care,” Joy mused. 

“We’re on the last leg of the proposal submissions… Presentations are tomorrow,”  You reminded her. Joy nodded. 

“Yep… Which is exactly why I plan on calling in sick tomorrow,” She said. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Why?” 

Joy scoffed. 

“We’re the same. We both stay for long hours in the office saving our team’s asses, but we get zero recognition at the end of it all cause it’s a ‘group effort’,” Joy lamented. “I’ve been doing all the work. I want to see how they pitch the proposal without me tomorrow.”

You smirked. 

“You’re more cunning than I thought,” You mused. She winked. 

“I’ve got lots of ideas up here,” She said, tapping her head. “You know, maybe you should call in sick tomorrow too…”

You shook your head. 

“As much as I want to let my team burn to the ground, I don’t see myself doing that,” You told her honestly. Joy groaned.

“Oh my god! You and your morals!” She sighed. “Have a little fun! You certainly seem to be able to put aside your little moral compass when we fuck.”

“But that’s because… Because… Uh…” You struggled to argue. 

“Because what huh?” Joy pressed. “Because you like using my tight little body and ravishing my ass? Is that it?”

She wasn’t exactly wrong, but you didn’t want to let her win just like that. 

“And what if that is the reason? What are you gonna do, Joy?” You challenged her. Joy stared at you for a moment. Her brows furrowed, visibly deep in thought. 

“Alright then,” She finally said after some time. “If that really is the reason… I pitch you an offer.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Let’s hear it.”

Joy leaned against your desk.

“If you call in sick with me tomorrow, I’ll let you fuck me tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m guessing there’s a catch?” You prompted. She grinned. 

“But of course,” She replied. “If you fuck me tonight. You have to come to the beach with me tomorrow.” 

“That sounds like more of a win for me,” You told her bluntly. 

“It’s a win-win for the two of us,” She explained. “You get to fuck me and go to the beach—I get to screw over both our teams, get railed and go to the beach. Simple.”

You nodded your head thoughtfully, pretending to think it over. In truth, you had your answer ready for quite some time. 

“So?” Joy urged. 

“I accept your offer,” You answered. Joy grinned. 

“Perfect,” She said. “Now get your shit and let’s go. All this talk about sex has me aching for your cock.”

As she turned to leave, you grabbed her by the wrist. 

“Who said anything about leaving?” You asked. Joy raised an eyebrow.

“My my… Getting mischievous aren’t you?” She teased. 

“Well… Like you said: I can set aside my moral compass when it comes to fucking you.”

Joy smiled that lustful smile. 

“So are you just gonna keep talking? Or are you gonna kiss me?” 

In a flash, you were up on your feet, her tight frame in your arms and her lips on yours. Her hands touched your chest, your own hands on her ass.

“I know the pin to my boss’s office…” Joy whispered. “She has a couch in there.”

A sly grin made its way up your face. 

“Then what are we waiting for?” You asked. Joy giggled. She grabbed your hand, hurriedly pulling you towards the direction of her boss’s office.

Looks like your night was far from over.

You ran to that office with Joy like it was an emergency. Once there, Joy hurriedly punched in the numbers. A series of beeps, a green flash and Joy threw open the door, pulling you in with her.

“Any cameras in here?” You asked her. 

“Nope,” She replied confidently. “Funnily enough, the CEO turns off all the cameras at night to save money on electricity. That’s why we have so many security guards.”

“That sounds oddly convenient,” You mused.

You found a light switch and flipped it on. The room filled with warm light, revealing the spacious office that was at your disposal.

“Christ. Just shut up and undress me already,” Joy huffed. She moved to unbutton your shirt, and you did the same. The lacy fabric of her bra slowly became more and more visible with each button that came undone, heightening your excitement and making your cock twitch wildly in your pants.

Joy tugged at your pants.

“Get this off,” She whispered. You gladly undid your belt and unbuckled your trousers. They fell with a ‘thump’, pooling around your ankles and exposing the very apparent bulge in your underwear. Joy got her skirt off, making quick work of the article of clothing and tossing it to a side.

“Come here,” She said. She captured your lips, hands hooking the waistband of your underwear and pulling it down. You jolted a little when you felt the coolness of her palm against your shaft, but quickly adjusted, relishing the small sparks of pleasure when she stroked your length slowly. Your lips parted with hers, your eyes drinking in Joy’s curvaceous body.

“The usual?” She asked, toying with the tip of your cock.

“You pick,” You told her. There was a gleam in Joy’s eyes as she placed a finger on her lips, deep in thought. 

“I wanna ride you,” She decided. You grinned.

“Sure thing, but I want to eat you out first.”

Joy let go of your cock.

“Then fucking eat me.”

She guided you over to her boss’s desk. She propped herself up on it, spreading her luscious thighs apart and exposing a wet patch on her still-clothed pussy. It would only be a matter of time before her underwear would be discarded as well.

You didn’t need to be invited over. You were on your knees in a flash, hands pushing Joy’s spreading Joy’s legs a little further. Your index finger pressed against the damp spot on her panties, making her gasp when you started tracing the outline of her pussy with your fingertip.

“D-Don’t tease me like that…” She whispered. 

“I like to play with my food a little,” You smirked.  She whined, her voice full of need and desire.  She squirmed atop the desk, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back. She made no further attempts to cease your teasing. 

When you eventually decided you had Joy riled up, you pulled the thin fabric of her panties off. Her pink folds glistened under the light. You licked your lips, mouth watering at the sight. 

You planted a kiss on her left thigh, then her right. Joy’s legs trembled in anticipation. 

“Look at me Joy,” You ordered. She bit down on her lower lip, eyes locking onto you. Maintaining eye-contact, you leaned forward and placed your mouth on her soaking pussy. 

You’d never forget her reaction when your tongue darted out, sweeping across her slick with the tip of your tongue. Her head whipped back, jet black hair sent flying behind her as she let a sharp sigh escape her lips. You quickly responded with another lick, your tongue tracing a path from the bottom of her slit to the top of her opening. Her juices accumulated on your tongue, her taste lingering in your mouth. 

Joy’s hand found your head. She gripped a fistfull of your hair, your name spilling out from her half-parted lips. Her thighs clamped around your head, the flesh drowning out the whir of the air conditioning — a warm, pillowy heaven. Her moans resonated through her body, her thighs vibrating slightly with each gasp or sigh. Your tongue attacked her folds, the flat side of your tongue brushing up Joy’s womanhood in slow, long strokes. The tip of your tongue flicked the swollen nub at the top of her pussy, playing with her clit to your heart's content as you made Joy writhe with pleasure.  Nails dug into the back of your skull. Her Thighs clamped down harder around your ears. Her juices leaked out of her cunt, pooling in your mouth as Joy pushed your head into her, forcing your tongue as deep as it could go. 

Her thighs shifted down slightly, gripping your cheeks in their grasps instead. 

“Fuck… Keep going… Keep eating me…” She pleaded, face twisting in pleasure. There was really no need for that request. You never intended on stopping till she came. 

It didn’t take long for you to get close to accomplishing your mission. When her thighs tensed around you, you increased the intensity of your assault. Joy’s breaths became shallower, the intervals between her moans decreasing with each one that left her mouth.

“Oh god… I’m cumming… I’m fucking—”

She never finished her sentence. Her throat strained visibly, her vocal chords tensing as the pleasure struck her like a bolt of thunder. In a sweaty, beautiful disarray, Joy orgasmed. Her lips formed a round “o”, her nails threatening to puncture your scalp. You lapped up the juices that gushed out from her entrance, drinking in as much of her as you could. You fell some of her sweet fluids dribbling down your chin, but you’d handle that later. 

You held her body down by her thighs as she shook and quivered on the table. Eventually she settled down enough. She brought her left hand—which had been digging into your scalp—-down to your cheek. She lifted up your head softly. 

“Couch… Let me fuck myself on your cock.”

You smiled. 

“With pleasure Joy.”

You stood up. Grasping her hand, you helped her off the table and onto the couch. Your cock throbbed violently in her hand as she gripped it firmly, guiding the tip of your shaft to her entrance.  Without a word of warning, she dropped down, sheathing you inside of her tight little cunt. Your eyes bulged, a strained sigh leaving your throat. Your hands found her full ass, gripping it tightly. 

“Fuck… I always forget how big you are…” She breathed, slowly grinding against you to adjust to your size. 

“But you never forget how much you love bouncing on my cock, do you Joy?” You asked. 

“Of course…” She replied, eyes glazed with pleasure. “I will never forget how good it feels to be filled with your cock.”

Her hips stopped moving. She shifted on top of you, her hands resting on your shoulders. She kissed you tenderly, tasting herself on your lips. 

“I’m gonna fuck myself so hard on this big cock,” She whispered. 

“Go ahead Joy,” You said. “Show me how you ride this cock.”

When she began bouncing on you, the sensation of her walls gripping and sliding up and down your shaft almost made you black out. You grounded yourself in reality with the aid of the tender flesh of Joy’s butt, your teeth clenching as she impaled herself on you relentlessly. Her pussy pulsed around your shaft, each beat matching her pace. 

“So… Fucking… Big…” She gasped. “I’m… Addicted… To your big cock.”

Her voice was raspy, filled with desire. She wanted this. She needed this.

You smirk, eyes glued to her breasts that were bouncing with each impact she made against you. She caught you looking, taking the hint and leaning forward to give you better access to her assets.

“Thank you,” You smirked through the overwhelming pleasure. You dived in, licking up the sweat between her breasts before shifting slightly to take one of her tits into your mouth. Joy’s walls seemed to clench down tighter around you, responding to the attention you gave her breasts. She moaned louder, riding you faster as your tongue swirled around her taut nipple. 

“Fuck yes, suck my tits. Suck my fucking tits!” She screamed. Her cheeks were flushed, her body glistening with sweat as she rode you fiercely. She wasn’t letting up on her pace, fucking herself harshly on your cock just as she promised. She seemed to be sucking you deeper and deeper between her folds. Each bottom of her strokes squeezed you deliciously, partially forcing you out of her pussy when she rose. The motion repeated, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You could feel the cushion of the couch compressing under your combined weight, Joy’s frantic bounces onto you making it feel like you were on a trampoline. She moaned right into your ear, making your hair stand as her scent filled your nose. Joy overwhelmed your senses. You were going insane. 

She continued riding you, thighs clamped around your waist and her arms wrapped around your neck. You released her tit from your mouth, mounds of flesh glistening in a mixture of sweat and saliva. Joy’s eyes, half-lidded in pleasure, stared into yours. The intimacy was sublime. 

As much as you would have enjoyed letting Joy bounce on your cock forever, you had your limits.

“Joy…” You grunted. She understood. 

She stopped riding you, quickly dismounting you and sitting down next to you. Her hand gripped your shaft, slick with her juices, jerking you off frantically. 

“Quick, choose a place to cum,” She urged you. 

It takes effort. But through your gritted teeth, you manage a reply. 

“Y-Your face. Let me cover your face.”

Joy was on her knees in an instant. Her hand never left your shaft, pumping away with gusto as she closed her eyes. Her free hand fondled your balls, gently massaging your cum up your shaft as your toes curled into the carpet. With a grunt, you let loose.

Rope after rope of your hot seed shoots out of your cock. Joy’s face is covered almost instantly, your load painting her features white in your semen. She squeezed your cock, forcing every last drop of cum out of you. Your body went rigid in overwhelming bliss, your senses numbed by the force of your tidal wave of an orgasm. 

Joy waited patiently for the last drop of your cum to ooze out of your twitching shaft. Her tongue emerged from her cum stained lips, licking up your seed that was around her mouth before cleaning you up thoroughly. You mustered the strength to rest a hand on her head, gently stroking her sweat-matted hair as she worked on your cock, helping you to gently ease down from your high.

“That… Was better than I imagined,” You mused. 

“Ever since when has sex with me been a disappointment?” Joy grinned, gathering bits of your load off her face with her fingers. 

“That’s true…” You mused. Joy giggled, slapping your cock against her face. 

Joy waited for you to regain some strength, content with sucking your cock in the meantime. 

When you could finally stand, you assisted Joy in cleaning up the mess you made on her face. When all was said and done, you and Joy made sure that there were no odd stains left anywhere in her boss’s office. Once you were both sure that your deed would not be discovered, you hastily put your clothes back on. You turned off the lights and slipped out of the office. 

“That was fun,” Joy giggled, hugging your arm. “Now… I expect you to hold up your end of our deal.”

You chuckled.

“It would be rude of me not to after what we did,” You mused. Joy smiled. 

“Good… Then it looks like we’ll be seeing each other tomorrow.”

~~~~~~

The sun shined intensely on your face. Joy’s car cruised down the road, the wind catching her flowy black hair and making her sundress flap a little in the wind. 

“Quit staring at my tits will you?” She remarked. 

“You can’t blame me,” You defended yourself. She rolled her eyes.

“Right. I just look too good in this don’t I?” 

You chuckled, your eyes turning back to the road. The sand and the blue waters were visible now, you were close. 

“Take the exit just up ahead,” You instructed her. 

“I know what I’m doing. You don’t need to backseat drive,” She scoffed. 

“All right… You’re the boss…”

Joy smirked, pushing up her sunglasses a little. When the exit came, you were amused when Joy’s car sped right past it. 

“I thought you said you knew what you were doing?” You questioned.

“I do,” She answered confidently. 

“Then why the fuck did you miss the exit?”

“Cause we’re going somewhere else.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you said we were going to the beach?” 

Joy smiled innocently. 

“We are, just a different part,” She answered. You gave her a look.

“What?” She asked. “Why are you giving me that side eye?”

You folded your arms. 

“Why are you suddenly changing our destination?” You interrogated. Joy’s lips formed a thin line.

“Relax. I’m not kidnapping you or anything,” She reasoned with you. “Just calm your ass down. We’re almost there.”

You were a little sceptical, but you knew better than to doubt Soo-young. But you still had the urge to have a final say.

“Always breaking agreements,” You muttered. 

“I heard that,” She told you.

“You were supposed to,” You replied. Joy clicked her tongue in annoyance, but you recognised that familiar cheeky glint in those eyes. She was having fun, so were you.

Joy drove for another 10 minutes or so. A roof of a structure slowly emerged, a stand alone seaside chalet revealing itself. 

“We’ll get the beach to ourselves here,” Joy grinned. You chuckled.

“You’re full of surprises,” You remarked.

“And you’re full of shit,” She shot back. 

Joy’s car pulled up to the gate of the chalet. She rustled through her tote bag for a bit before retrieving a remote. With a click of a button, the gate rolled open. Joy drove in, parking the car just outside the entrance to the small house.

“We came here on a team retreat a year ago, I figured out how to book it,” She told you.

“I didn’t ask,” You said.

“But you’re bound to ask at some point,” She fired back. 

She wasn’t wrong. 

You helped Joy to unload the things in her trunk, amused to find that she had brought beverages and meat to grill. You quickly deduced that this would be an overnight stay, realising why she asked you to pack an extra set of clothes. 

You entered the chalet with Joy. While Joy put your things in the room, you busied yourself with storing the meat and drinks in the fridge. It was quick work for the both of you. 

“Look around for a bit, I need to change,” Joy told you.

“Can I watch?” You asked. She slapped your arm.

“Fucking pervert.” 

You chuckled. Joy giggled a little before retreating back to the room and shutting the door behind her. You did as suggested, exploring the place a little while you waited for Joy to emerge out of the room. It was a cosy little spot, complete with an outdoor dining area that offered a breathtaking view of the sea. The view was great, but something told you that the view of Joy’s naked body would’ve been better. 

“All right. Let’s head to the water.”

You turned. Your mouth dried up. 

Joy sauntered towards you, towel in hand. Her wide hips swaying in those skimpy shorts that cut off perfectly around the fullness of those thighs, perky breasts bulging out behind that tight neon-yellow top on her body, bending the words “Life Is Sweet” around her ample tits. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail, a cap sitting on her head to block out the harsh sun.

“What?” She prompted, giving you a look. 

“N-Nothing,” You quickly replied, shaking off the dirty thoughts in your head. “Let’s go…”

You slid the door open and walked out into the deck. You could hear Joy’s pattering footsteps behind you, and you had to resist the urge to look back and get another good look at her. You’d seen her in all sorts of clothing. Suits, dresses, mini skirts, you’d seen it all. Hell you’d even seen her naked countless times. 

But this? This felt so different for some odd reason. 

Your feet hit the sand, the grains crushing under your feet as you moved towards the water. 

“Wait,” Joy called out from behind. You turned—a little too enthusiastically—and saw her holding out a bottle.

“Put on some sunscreen,” She told you, walking up to you and uncapping the bottle. You held out a palm, and Joy pumped a generous dollop into your hand. You thanked her with a smile before applying the lotion onto your body. Joy busied herself with her own body, the Sunscreen making her skin gleam slightly before she rubbed the lotion into her skin completely. 

“Could you help me with my back?” She requested, turning her back to you. You quickly took a moment to soak in the shape of her ass in those shorts before walking over and taking the sunscreen from her. You pushed down, pumping some of the lotion onto your hand before applying it on Joy’s back. Your hands cheekily slipped under the bits of her top that clung to her back, earning a playful gaze from the woman. You took your time to rub the lotion into her smooth skin, savouring the curves of her body from behind. 

When you decided that you were satisfied, you stepped away. 

“All done,” You smiled innocently.

“You sure took your time. Had a good look?” She teased, catching you red handed. You smirked. 

“Definitely,” You replied. She smiled and pinched your cheek.

“What a cheeky boy…” 

Joy laid down a mat under the shade of a tree, far enough from the tide but close enough for you to quickly access the water. You walked towards the azure blue sea with Joy, wet sand squishing under your feet as you went deeper and deeper. The two of you didn’t go in too deep, stopping when the water hit your knees. A wind had picked up, and Joy stretched out her arms.

“Ah… This is nice…” She sighed. 

“Mhm,” You hummed in agreement. A smile made its way onto the girl’s face. 

“I wonder how our teams are fairing…” She giggled. 

“Not too well probably,” You answered truthfully. 

“Ah well… We all get what we deserve…” She sighed. “And we deserve this nice bit of relaxation…”

You nodded, silently agreeing with her. There was a moment of silence between you two as you both stood there, letting the water sweep around your knees. The sea water left a pleasant tingle on your skin, giving you some sort of a respite to the heat of the summer. 

Joy moved closer to you.  

“You know what’s nice about this?” She whispered. 

“What?” You asked. She stretched out her arm towards the shore.

“We have this segment of the beach to ourselves.” 

She moved in a little more, your bare arms touching each other. You caught her gaze. She smiled. 

“Say…” She began, gingerly reaching for your hand. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

“What is it?” You asked. Joy didn’t reply, opting to silently guide your hand onto her toned tummy. Your knuckles slipped past the waistband of her shorts, your fingers coming into contact with something warm and wet. Experience allowed you to deduce what exactly was against your fingertips.

“Ever thought about fucking on the beach?”Joy grinned. 

“Nope… But I’m down to try,” You replied.

As quickly as you had entered the water with her, you found yourselves back up on shore, tongues in mouths and hands on each other. Joy’s mat served as a barrier between you and the sand, providing a perfect place for you to lay Soo-young down and slip your digits into her slick folds. A moan escaped her lips, her front teeth becoming visible as she bit down on her fingernail. You pumped your hand, working your fingers deeper into her slick cunt, your lips peppering her neck with kisses and light nibbles. A stream of moans and whines flowed from Joy’s mouth.

“Oh yes… Right there baby… R-Right fucking there,” She hissed, hips jerking  when your fingers curled up and made contact with the soft flesh on the roof of her walls. 

“You’re so wet Joy,” You muttered. 

“I’m always wet for you…” She replied. 

You smiled. 

“You're always such a little slut for me, aren’t you?” You whispered into her ear. She nodded. 

“O-Oh… Y-Yes… I’m your little slut…” 

Your fingers worked faster, pumping harder and deeper into her warmth. She gasped sharply, her back arching deliciously. You bent her to your will, a dark part of you finding pleasure in making her yours.

“Oh shit… Don’t stop… Please don’t stop,” She whined, her left hand kneading her left breast while her right clung to your shirt sleeve for dear life. She let her sighs and gasps tumble out of her mouth, not bothering to control her volume as her hips start grinding against your hand. Her eyes filled with need, her tight body quivering and thrashing against your hand as she moaned your name into your ear. With each entrance of your fingers, a delightfully erotic squelch filled your ears, mixing with Joy’s filthy exclamations of pleasure. Your lips found Joy’s, muffling her cries with your mouth. Her thighs clamped down tightly around your hand, keeping you deep inside of her while you drove her wild. 

Your left hand found one of her taut nipples, and you gave the nub a pinch. Joy moaned into your mouth, her right hand shifting up and gripping your forearm. You released her lips, allowing you to hear those cute mewls and gasps clearly. Her moaning increased in volume, her eyes widening. 

“Fuck… I-I’m gonna cum,” She said, nails digging into your arm. “Keep fucking me with your fingers! I’m fucking… Oh!” 

Joy came, tight frame shaking violently. Her mouth opened  in a silent scream, pupils dilating further as her thighs quivered around your hand. Her back arched further, her breasts proudly protruding on her quivering chest. Your hand slowed, gradually halting to give Joy a breather through her high.  Her body crashes down on the mat mere minutes later, heaving with each breath Joy took as the bliss faded. Sweat beaded on her brow, her skin glistening deliciously under the light. 

Her weak left hand tilted your chin towards her. She finds your lips once more, holding you in a sweet kiss for a little before releasing you. 

“Fuck me however you want… Just promise that you’ll cum in me this time.”

You smiled. 

“Of course Joy…” You affirmed her. “Let’s get you undressed.”

Her soaking wet shorts were off in a flash, her skin-tight top following closely behind. Joy undid the strings of your shorts, pulling them down to let your hard cock spring out. Her hand gripped your shaft, slender fingers squeezing your member gently as she stroked you lazily. 

“The usual?” She asked. You nodded, feeling a little bit of Deja vu. Joy’s hand left your cock, planting itself behind her. She flipped herself belly down, her big juicy ass raised and presented for you. You pulled your shorts down past your knees before positioning yourself behind Joy. She looked back at you, that devilish smile on her face as you slapped your cock against her ass.  

“Put it in…” She whispered. 

“Patience, Joy… You’re always in such a hurry,” You  told her, taking your time to line yourself up with her slit. While you were aching to enter her, a dark part in you took pleasure in making the girl beg. 

“Please… Please just put in already…” She implored, a wanton expression wiping the smile off her face. You finally relented. 

You pushed your tip in, parting her flushed, pink lips as the rest of your cock slid into Joy’s cunt with ease. You groaned, hands gripping the full cheeks of her ass as you hilted yourself in her tight walls. It was pure bliss.

“God… You’re always so fucking tight Joy,” You hissed, spanking her with an open palm. She yelped in delight, ass rippling under the impact. 

“Fuck me…” She gasped. She was so full of need and lust. 

You did as she requested. Your hips popped back, your shaft redrawing from her slick momentarily before spearheading right back into the depths of her cunt. You gave her no time to adjust, quickly establishing a rough, frantic, carnal pace and taking her pussy. Joy was gasping, crying, screaming in delight, her ass rippling hypnotically with each deep stroke you made. Her little body rocked, the warmth of her ass cushioning your crotch with each entrance. Her hands dug into the sand, fingers buried deep in the grains to hold her steady as you pounded her tight little pussy mercilessly. Her walls sucked you in, pulling you deeper and deeper into her till you could feel the warmth of her core on the tip of your cock. Jolts of pleasure shot up your spine and through your nervous system. 

Joy lowered her upper body to the ground, deepening the angle of your frantic thrusts into her. You reached down, hands quickly locating her swaying breasts and cupping them. You played with her soft ample mounds, relishing Joy’s curves in your palms. 

“Oh fuck Joy… You take my cock so well,” You grunted. 

“My body… Was made to take your cock,” She hissed back. “This pussy is yours. Take my slutty little pussy like it’s yours.”

She made eye contact with you for the nth time. The look in her eyes made something snap inside of you. 

Your palm left her tits, pushing down on the small of Joy’s back. Her face dug into the mat, her thighs spreading even further to take you deeper into her folds. She screams your name, begging you for more. 

You doubled down on Joy, your slick shaft emerging and disappearing between her slick pussy lips.  Her hand reached between your bodies, rubbing frantically at her clit. 

“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” She cried, sounding breathless. She was enjoying every last second of her treatment. The waves crashed against the shore, doing little to mask the screams of pleasure escaping from Joy’s lips.

You fucked Joy into the sand, taking control of her body as you bent over her to keep her pinned between you and the mat. 

“How does it feel Joy?” You growled into her ear. “How does it feel being fucked like a dirty little slut?”

Joy struggled to answer.

“It feels… So… Fucking good…”

The pure filth coming from her mouth spurred you, making you fuck her faster, harder… You wanted to fuck her senseless like you always did. Joy loved taking your cock till her mind went blank. Be it in the office, in between her own sheets or even in a car, she relished the feel of your cock stretching her out and fucking her till her brain rattled in her skull. There was no such thing as “Slow” when you were with Joy. 

Your hand gripped her ponytail, yanking back hard till her head was looking straight ahead. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum Joy,” You hissed. “I’m gonna fucking cum inside your tight little cunt.”

“Yes yes yes… Do it! Fill me! I need it so fucking bad!” She grunted. Your hand leaves her hair, both hands gripping her wide hips roughly as you give Joy all you had.

Your orgasm almost made you black out. You buried yourself as deep as you could inside Joy’s body, struggling to keep your upper body upright. Your cock spasmed and pulsated, your body quivering and shaking — absolutely overwhelmed by pleasure. Joy’s sighs drowned out the noises around you, a dull ring in your ears as you pumped your load into her awaiting cunt. It takes an eternity for you to recover. When you do, Joy was quick to request for more. 

“I want it in my ass next…” She told you. Through your sweat-matted hair, you managed a grin. 

“Coming right up.”

You wouldn’t be going back into the water for quite some time.

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A cool evening breeze ruffled your hair, rustling the leaves of trees behind you as you sat on the deck with Joy. Her head rested on your shoulder, mouth busy chewing on the piece of meat in her mouth. There was a pleasant silence between the two of you, both of you silently listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. 

“Feed me another piece,” Joy requested. You gladly obliged, poking a slice of grilled meat with your fork and bringing it to her mouth. She bit it off your fork, chewing happily. 

“You know… I think we should do this more often,” She told you between bites. 

“There’s a limit on the number of times we can call in sick Joy,” You reminded her.

“Ah who fucking cares,” She said. “We can probably find other loopholes in the system.”

You chuckled. 

“I guess so,” You mused. She tapped your hand. You fed her another piece of meat.

A deep sigh left her mouth. You risked a glance down, noting the look of content on her face as she stared out into the sea. The sun was setting just past the horizon, an orangish-golden glow illuminating the surface of the water. The sunlight blended with the deep blue water of the sea, the sun reflected on the surface of the water. It was… Oddly romantic.

“Thanks for coming out with me today,” Joy said. “I really appreciate it.” 

You smiled. 

“No problem Soo-young,” You replied. “I needed this break either way.”

Joy giggled. 

“I know. So did I.”

“So was I always meant to be invited?” You questioned. 

“Hm… Maybe.”

You feigned offence. Joy laughed and smacked your arm playfully.

“Well… Intended or not, I’m glad you asked me to come,” You told her sincerely. Her expression softened. 

“That’s great… Would’ve been a waste if you didn’t,” She replied. 

Your eyes met hers. For once, past the cheekiness, past the lust and past the mischief, you saw a faint glimmer of… something behind her gaze. Something stirred in you.

You looked back out towards the sea, feeling an odd sensation on your chest. You didn’t know what it was, but it made you hold Joy a little closer.

Maybe… Just maybe… You felt like the two of you were more than just friends with benefits.

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Hello. Hope you enjoyed this one. I had a little bit of a Joy overdose so...

Anyways, thanks for stopping by and reading! Have a great day!

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 7

The Terran, as it proved, seemed to become more and more talkative every cycle. I did sight her in the meal hall today, as she sat on the surface of one of the tables, rather then on one of the stools surrounding it.

She seemed to be conserving rather animatedly with Wrin, who was still relatively clear-headed, for their standards. Quinn must have said something that caused a rather strong reaction in Wrin, if the sudden change of their complexion from its natural dark blue shade into a bright pink and back was any indicator.

I had spent the rest of the last cycle studying the previous entries to determine whether or not the human seemed to have any clue about my task of observing her. I came to the conclusion that, up to this point, the human had not signaled any discomfort due to suspicious behaviour, but I certainly should continue to be careful and not try to appear threatening or dubious.

I retrieved the human and proceeded to carry out the tasks at hand. It was relatively silent in the main control room for a while, until the human put down her current tools with much more force than needed, possibly signaling anger.

"Y‘know, I ain‘t trying to be rude, but this is really boring.", she spoke up.

My front pliers rattled in concern. "Are you…underwhelmed by your work?" This statement seemed completely illogical to me, but alas, I could not come up with another interpretation of the words she had uttered.

"I mean, no, but…yeah? I‘m not trying to say that its underwhelming, it‘s just…like, I‘m on a goddamn alien spaceship, y‘know? And I get to work with all this crazy alien technology, and that‘s amazing! But, once you‘ve figured out how it works, it just keeps working like that and everything‘s doing exactly what it‘s supposed to be doing and there‘s no real challenge behind it, y‘know." She had begun to wave her hands around in a manner which purpose I could not discern.

I remained silent for a while, processing the enormous amount of information that the human had just verbalized. No real challenge? What was that even supposed to convey? 

"I am not quite certain if I understood your complaint correctly. You are…upset due to…understanding the technology?"

"No! It‘s not that, just…you know, humans like challenges. We like to solve unsolvable things. For some, it‘s even a hobby. We need to challenge our mind and brain for it to develop. So, if we are faced with a kind of monotonous situation, we get bored."

I blinked. Were human brains really that much more complex than I had previously deemed?

I was not certain what would be an appropriate answer to such a revelation, so I said: "I regret that your mind is unchallenged by the work that has been assigned to you, but I fear I have no say in the matter. It is the Vitrichl‘s wish."

"I‘m not asking for a different job. I quite like where I am right now. I‘m just asking you if I can do something besides just standing here all day long. I was raised to use my hands. I can run errands and repair stuff and I‘m good at making adjustments and figuring out what is wrong with a machine. I can do that!"

I contemplated the suggestion for a while. I would not go against the Vitrichl‘s wishes, and right now, the ship was running smoothly, apart the two leaks in close proximity to each other. I attempted  to think of something "more challenging" for the human to be tasked with. As nothing came into the front of my mind, I consulted V-7.

"V-7, are there any machines in need of a reparation that could be performed by the human?"

The human jumped in distress as the AI answered after scanning the ship. 

"The engines in sector 3 seem to be in need for a routine check-up."

"Holy shit, it can talk?!", the human spoke up, causing me to turn in it‘s direction. The humans complexion seemed to be even lighter than its natural shade, although it tended to be the most extreme around, what I assumed was, her nose (a protuberance placed in the middle of its face, seemingly a bone structure covered with skin, with two holes at the bottom facing the ground, perhaps nostrils).

I blinked once more. I could not determine what a "holy shit" was supposed to be, so I simply decided on answering the human‘s question. "Yes. "It" is called V-7, an artificial assitant integrated into the ship.", I informed her.

"There seem to be engines in sector 3 that you could examine."

The Terran made movement with her hand, swinging it from her body towards the door, seemingly indicating for me to take her to the location. "Lead the way." 

I guided the human to the aforementioned sector and instructed her on the proper routine check-up etiquette.

I observed her method for a matter of time before deeming it safe enough to leave the premises. In the main control room, I continued to observe the human over a video recording V-7  displayed, until another problem required my attention.

Once I am given the opportunity to watch the full tape, any further observations will be recorded here.

[refiwrites]

Can you do Leon Kennedy with 4,5,7 of the forced proximity thing you reblogged?

yes i can!! i hope you enjoy! ❤️ i altered the prompts a bit to fit but its still the same!

leon kennedy x gn! reader

wc: 0.6k

prompts: 4. going crazy when you smell their cologne. 5. "you're so red, love." "oh, then why is your heart beating fast, [name]?" 7. locked up in a room together

Things happened too fast, before you even know what's going on, you were slammed inside of- what you could guess- a cramped storage room.

Your back hits the wall, in between you were shelves while Leon was towering in front of you with his arm resting just above your head, the door behind being shut by him moments earlier.

The two of you were exploring an abandoned building, trying to find a faster way to get to where you needed to be for the mission. The smell of the building left your nose itchy as dust seemed to gather around you while walking around.

But now, Leon's scent smacked you harder than ever. Sure you might be guilty of imagining being this close with him, still, you never expected this to happen any sooner and in this circumstance.

"There's too many, figured we wait them out." He spoke lowly enough for you to hear as he straightened himself, backing and giving you a slightly fair distance between the two of you.

You could hear the endless groans from outside, some slowly fading followed by another loud snarling then repeating. Truly, you tried to focus anywhere rather than on him. Leon.

But his scent was making it too difficult as it occupied the room, it was... Intoxicating to say the least.

It's when you remembered that you hadn't responded to Leon yet and was avoiding his gaze, eyes glued to the gallon of expired gallon of disinfectant. Rereading its contents.

"Uh, yeah.. Okay." You swallowed, blinking and finally looking at him.

Leon was an observer, and he could tell how something was making you uneasy. "You okay?" He asked.

The last thing you wanted was him noticing that you were uncomfortable when you weren't even the slightest, his scent was driving you crazy you just wanted to snuggle up into him, but you couldn't. Hell, you didn’t even know if he had felt the same way.

"I'm okay, it's just..." You breathed in, him clouding your brain as you closed your eyes, god damn it you wanted to be free from this predicament already but then again, a part of you had wanted to be selfish, wishing to be stuck like this with him a few more minutes.

Leon watched you, scanning. Could it be that it had something to do with him? He reaches a hand out, grabbing your arm in a caring manner, tugging you closer, hoping to ground you from whatever what was happening with you.

Your eyes opened as you felt him grasp your arm then tugging you close. "Again, are you okay?"

"I am, I am... why do you have to smell so good..." You spoke even before thinking, uttering the last part out loud.

Leon pauses, his grip on you faltering at the last phrase, sure he'd heard that before but it was different coming from you. "Is that it?"

You look up at him to see a sly smirk tugging on the edge of his lips. "Don't- Leon just forget I said anything." You said but alas, embarrassment had already swallowed you whole.

Leon could make out the dark shade on your cheeks and how warm you've gotten. "You're so red." He noted, finding it cute at how you were avoiding his gaze again.

"I'm not, cut it out Leon." You tried moving away, his hand falling down to your wrist.

For Leon, one of the pad of his fingers landed on your pulse point, and he could just feel how fast your heart was racing, if only you knew his heart was doing the same thing until now.

"Then why is your heart beating fast, (Y/N)?" He questioned, leaning a little too dangerously close to your face. Leon was a little too eager to risk it all.

You stared at him confused on how he was able to figure that out, when your eyes darted to his hand wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse. Yet you did nothing to push his hand, or him, away.

"You really want to find out, Kennedy?"

[pizzapasta23045]

KAEYA HANGOUT ANALYSIS

Qubad: Fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict till they engulf the entire world...  Qubad: Fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind. 

It so perfectly tells you what will happen in Kaeya's story without actually saying it. It's utterly lovely.

Firstly, it points out that Kaeya does not like violence, does not want it and he hates that fate wants him to be active participant in the creation of violence.

The homeland in the story could seem to be reffering to Khaenri'ah if you don't think about it too hard. But, weirdly, it reppresents both at different times of the play. In the beginning, fate wants the homeland to win, which would imply it's not exactly a 1:1 to Khaenri'ah unless the heavens have a weirdly convuluted plan as they themselves are the ones that destroyed it to begin with. It is also a place with a god, as you can tell in multiple points in the story.

Qubad: When I departed my beloved home to fight in a foreign land, I did so to honor his wishes and for my duty to our people.  Qubad: Alas, is this fate's grand design... Is this fate's grand design... Qubad: Must it be so...?

Kaeya was, in a way sent to fight in a foreign land. Not in the sense of physically fighint but in the sense tha he's an agent there for a specific goal we are not privy through.

He's placed in the impossible position of having to choose between Mondstadt, the place he loves and Khaenri'ah, his homeland who he owes a duty to. Fate, not his father decided this. His father has not helped the situation, his father has harmed him, but in the end he is not the one that created the problem in the first place. As Kaeya's himself points out here.

Kaeya: Yep, "inept" is a good word for it. Honestly, it might even be a little too civil to describe a god who turns fathers against their sons and is bent on endless warmongering... don't you think?

While there is clearly an arger towards his father, Kaeya does not see him as a bad person but as someone who was forced to be evil. A victim of manipulation, just as much of a pawn of this game as Kaeya himself is. The god (Celestia) is in the end the main problem. Because he set up the twisted system in teh first place.

 Qubad: I, Qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, till I breathe my last in a place far from home. Qubad: But I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn in heaven's plan. Qubad: Gundafar, my dear mentor... You have always been like a father to me. It brings me only anguish to bid you farewell.  Qubad: But I must walk this path, or freedom dies by my hand. Goodbye, my tribe and kin. Farewell, sweet land of my birth.

The important part of the hangout is this. "I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn." Kaeya makes his decision. He's made up his mind finally. He knows what he should do.

Now. What is that?

Well, we can see in the play in Kaeya's improv that he'll say goodbye to his mentor who was like a father to him. He also says goodbye to his kin and his tribe. He isn't picking either the side of his family of choise and his blood.

What we see here is fundamental. Kaeya shouts it at us. He is not picking either side, because both have significance to him. It's important to realize that the thing with his sides, that is also made up. It's a construct set up by the gods. Neither side is whooly right or whooly wrong. The Heavens WANT kaeya to choose.

Kaeya: If you don't like the script, just walk off the stage and join the audience. You always have a choice.

You always have a choice. There is always a less obvious choice. The Heavens do not control anything.

Qubad: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

The point it's making about Kaeya's story is fundamental to both his and the travler's story. Kaeya's life is to end in greatness and tragedy as his constellation says. It's written in the part. But Kaeya is no pawn, and Kaeya will not turn back, as freedom itself, as a concept dies. Unlike his father, he will not let himself be tainted by hate and preperpetuate the cycle of violence that the warmogering gods want him to do.

Anyways this is my coming out as a "Kaeya isn't picking either Khaenri'ah or Mondstadt he's picking the secret third option the heavens don't want you to know about."

[acerathia]

pink camellias || Chapter 5: tansy

Chapter Summary:

tansy: hostile thoughts/declaring war

Wordcount: 2.8k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

Note:

anyway, enjoy

A curse threatened to spill from your lips, but there was some restraint left in you, and you were able to swallow it down. Still, a scowl etched itself onto your face, glancing around to see the reactions of the others. You caught the eye of Denki, and you immediately had to look away. He was laughing at you, at your current misery. What camaraderie. Well, you supposed he wasn’t keen on keeping his kneecaps whole for a long time, because your foot was itching.

Despite the urge to ram your foot into his knee, after the announcement of the division, you weren’t sure if you would get the chance to do so any time soon. Because in contrast to Denki, you had the misfortune of getting put into the division led by the Captain. He didn’t seem to like that decision either, with the way his glare had been directed at you for the last minute.

You didn’t quite understand the reason, you thought that after the match you two had he had softened a bit. And with that you didn’t mean his rigorous training, he pushed everyone to the brink, almost resembling torture with some of the activities. Rather, the angry look he had shot you at the beginning of this regime had slowly slackened to a perpetual frown, which honestly bothered you less, as he gave everyone the same look.

So, you felt weird, almost like you had gotten punched in the guts, when his gaze turned into daggers once again. Still, you kept your head high, sure of your abilities, especially after surviving the last weeks and getting stronger than you had ever imagined to be possible, even if it sometimes felt like he had been pushing you harder than everyone else. In hindsight, he may have tried to get rid of you. But you remained steadfast and only gained strength and skills.

But alas, you didn’t have another choice, you had to follow him, lest they grabbed your poor father. No, you had to pull this through. You had to fight in this war, no matter what the Captain might think of you. You were a noble woman, you were used to the way people scorn and glare with contempt, this was nothing in comparison.

So, with sure steps you followed the line with the rest of the division, taking your place among your comrades, all facing the Captain. Once in place, you took a moment to check over your sword, ax and armor again, making sure everything was fixed and if needed ready to be used.

Then the Captain finally called for attention, his gaze sweeping over everyone's heads, but at this point you all had grown accustomed to his harsh eyes and the mean scowl adorning his face. After he made sure that everyone was looking at him, awaiting instructions, he began explaining the plan of the attack, telling you that this division was given command to distract the opponents, while other divisions would encircle them, effectively trapping the enemy between the two forces. So, it was important for everyone to be aware of the route the division was taking, but there was no way anyone would get lost ‘unless they were an idiot’ in the lovely words of the Captain.

After he finished explaining all the necessary details, he fully turned around, facing everyone once again. “You’re no complete failures, so I trust you will manage just fine, or whatever. Just don’t die,” he addressed everyone one last time, and even if this wasn’t motivational in particular, everyone was almost shocked at his borderline compliment. So, it did raise morale, even if he may not have intended it.

And now that all you had to do was wait, everyone started chatting, a buzzing, nervous energy flowing through the ranks, as the explanation only made the war more real, something unavoidable even. Only the Captain stayed silent, his gaze toward the battle field, but he seemed to have felt your eyes on him, as he turned only to catch your gaze.

A breath caught in your lungs, the taste of smoke laying on your tongue, as you couldn’t help but admire the way his eyes twinkled in the rising sun, even from this far. Even from this far you could see the way the sunlight played with his hair, weaving it with the help of the breeze. The view was something out of a painting, all glory and confidence.

Something in his eyes changed, and you noticed it, immediately realized what he had to be thinking. You ground your teeth, seeing the warning, seeing how his eyes told you to walk away before it was too late, but you only averted your eyes, staying right where you were. You won’t give up, what a ridiculous notion. It seemed he still underestimated you, but you won’t just up and leave, not after all that training, not at the risk of them deploying your father instead.

A scowl marred your face, all while not facing him, afraid of crumbling at the sight of his pure contempt, at his unreasonable grudge.

From the corners of your eyes, you noticed some movement, almost like he was making his way to you, but before you could look up, before he even had the chance to take the first step, a horn sounded, the signal to march, to fight. So, you did, in step with the others you marched into the battlefield, prepared to clash with the enemy, sword in hand, steel coating your lungs.

And the first strike swung, first blood from both sides. You managed to block the first attack on your person, not able to avoid a sweeping gaze all around. Everyone fighting by your side seemed to have the ability to hold their ground, swords dancing underneath the sun.

Your blood pumped through your veins, the rush slowly rising to your head. This, the clangs of the edges, the mud underneath your feet, this all felt exactly like all those stories you read, you imagined; a sword and the ecstasy of the fight.

And at first you enjoyed the exchange of hits, the vibration of the blade running through you every time the swords meet in violence. At first it only felt like a game, like a dance filled with elegance and evasion, nothing more. Nothing else mattered but the burn in your muscles and the thrill of risk. Until the taste of blood coated your lips. Until every sound, every scream, every moan began to register in your brain.

Yet, you didn’t feel any pain, it wasn’t your own blood, as the faceless stranger, who had been linking swords with you, didn’t manage to strike you. And in a moment of weakness, a moment of hesitation, you looked around, only to watch how an enemy soldier pulled their sword out of the body of your comrade, of someone you had seen every day for the last weeks, despite never exchanging any words. You could only stare as blood gushed, splattered, leaving his paling body and seeped into the softening ground underneath your feet.

Still, it felt like the blood choked you, clogging your airways, your nose, trickling between your fingers. Your breath came out in short bursts, scratching your throat, and you couldn’t rip your gaze away, despite being engaged in combat. But soon that won’t be a problem, as something overcame your senses, and before you were truly aware of it, you plunged the bloodied sword into the back of the culprit. You couldn’t have allowed him to move on, not after doing what he did. He deserved it, he deserved it; he did, because if not him, who else?

The blood kept flowing and every time you turned around, there was another person, another blade, another fountain. Until you lost track, until all you felt was the blood between your fingers, splatters on your cheeks, drenching your clothes.

Until there was too much space around you, until you stood in the slippery mud all by yourself; and everything hit you at once. Sudden pain radiated from multiple parts of your body, and you hesitated to touch your nose, blood still warm, still trickling onto your lips. You barely remembered an instance where this might have happened. Your arms had grown weary and heavy, barely managing to hold onto your sword anymore, your lifeline slipping with the blood on your palms.

Finally, the blade broke free, stabbing the dead earth with a silent thud, as your fingers lost their strength at once, trembling. Gasps escaped your body, each one a shake in your core, each one shorter than the one before, and your hands grabbed at your chest, at your throat, trying to ease your breathing. But nothing helped, every catch of breath felt painful, as if something was pushing you against the ground, their boot deep in your chest cavity. And there was nothing you could do but to crumble into yourself, tilting your world as you leaned closer to the ground.

You barely notice your knees hitting the soaked earth, the cold blood slowly seeping into your pants, tainting you appropriately. All while your body lurched and bent, trying to inhale, trying to get rid of the nausea, but the smell infested your lungs, dripping into your throat, closing your airways with guilt and fear.

A hand on your shoulder shook you, brought your senses back enough to look up, expecting Denki, anyone really, anyone but the Captain. But there he was, crouching beside you, brows furrowed, jaw tense, yet his grip around you was gentle and grounding. Still, you winced at the prospect of getting verbally beat to a quivering mess, so the surprise shocked you more.

“Get up, the ground is fucking nasty,” he began to speak, voice low as his gaze wandered over your face. “You’re good, princess, only beginners jitters.”

His hand slowly moved towards your elbow, steadying you as he helped you get onto your feet, didn’t let you fall back when pain shot through your legs and rendered them useless.

You breathed through your nose, slowly shifting your weight onto your own legs, but still not ready to fully let him go, as your hand has grabbed his arm in your struggle. For a moment you considered pulling away, not wanting to stain him too, but a quick look at him and you noticed that he was in a similar state of you, and you wanted to ask if it was possible to ever get rid of the smell of blood out of your skin, because right not it felt like your very bones were stained red.

But you remained silent, remained by his side as you both stumbled back through the field, gaze never resting, unless it was to look at him for some moments. At his tense jaw, yet his red eyes seemed to glow as soft as a warm fire. The usual furrow was missing, making him seem more gentle, more fragile, more human. And while looking at him, you noticed the slight tremble in his hands, the way his breath seemed to be as irregular as yours. And you wondered, you wondered how many times he had gone the same thing over and over again, yet never complained, never took a step back. You realized how human he was underneath that facade of strength and anger.

Before you knew it, you had arrived in front of the cabins, and that was when he let go of you. And at first, you thought he might leave without another word, his back already turned towards you, but it wouldn’t be him to leave without one last remark.

“Glad you didn’t bite the dust,” he said, his last words before marching away, leaving you stupefied in front of the door.

For a moment you only stared at his back, at the ripped cap swinging with each step. You didn’t know what you had expected, but this single interaction exceeded every expectation you might have had. But after the small realization on the way here, after this small sentence, you began to see him in another light, and every past interaction had a changed perspective. Still, it felt like your world was turned upside down. But before you put more thoughts into it, you remembered the grime and blood covering your skin.

With a grunt you turned around and stepped into the room, keen on finally getting clean and putting a different change of clothes on, as the blood and sweat began to feel sticky, feeling disgusting with each movement.

You peeled the clothes from your body, throwing them into some corner, because as much as you wanted to burn them, you still needed them, so at least you were going to procrastinate thinking about them for some time. And then finally you started scrubbing the soil sticking to you off, but despite the increased force, you continued to feel sticky, almost like the blood refused to leave you, like it wanted to stain your body with your wrongdoings. The remnants felt so stubborn to get rid off, that even if your skin seemed to sparkle underneath the water, it felt like the clotting blood had seeped underneath your skin and into your own bloodstream, thus tainting you forever.

At least the fresh clothes were a delight on your raw skin, at least something to enjoy was left.

Now that you had the heaviest task behind you, you began to feel famished, even if your insides were still churning, waiting to be spilled onto the ground, waiting to be ripped open. But you only took a breath, noticing how dry your mouth was, how raw your throat felt, filled with screams and terrors. And you decided to get yourself some water to soothe this tenderness, and maybe even try to eat something proper, lest you get yourself sick.

Entering the hall, you quickly looked around, only to see a few milling around, and no familiar faces. Without saying something you made your way to the nearest jug of water, hoping for it to calm your body down, just enough for you to ingest some food. You poured yourself some glass and carefully sipped. And the water did help you, cooling you down. So, you decided to get yourself a piece of bread, as there were no leftovers, much less a proper meal.

With bread in hand, you started to look for something to put into your soon-to-be sandwich. From your position, you had a pretty good view to the door, so you were able to see when a certain blond entered the building, and for some reason you grabbed another piece of bread and prepared them both. After being done, you walked up to him, a sandwich in each other, only to look at him and to silently put the piece of bread in his hand.

He seemed startled, but still took the sandwich. You cocked your head and took a bite out of your own, signaling for him to do the same. And the moment he did, you turned around and left the building, nodding to yourself for being the one to leave him puzzled this time. That was the only reason you left abruptly, not because you were scared to see him judge you, or because you were scared of suddenly turning vulnerable the moment his eyes met yours.

No, none of that. He helped you once, and you repaid the favor. It won’t happen again. This was the Captain, you had to remind yourself, the very man who glared at you for weeks, who clearly underestimated you because you were a woman, who called you ‘princess’ to mock you, who showed grief and fear in the worst of moments, yet helped you through it, who had some sort of way to look at you, whose eyes made you think of excitement, passion and warmth.

You shook your head, taking another bite of your sandwich. You shouldn’t overthink it. There was nothing there, he was the Captain and you were a soldier under his command. And you didn’t want anything to be there in the first place, that wasn’t why you were in this situation. You had to focus back on your main goal: to survive and consequently protect your father from the battle. There was no time to think about some man, there was no time to regret any of your choices. You were already in the middle of this, and you were going to pull this through, no matter what.

Taking the last bite of your sandwich, you grabbed your sword, keen on getting it back to top shape, resolute in finishing what you started. You only had to grit your teeth and breathe through it. This was what you were meant to do; protect the people closest to you, no more dreaming about an adventure. The blood spilled made you realize that this was serious, this blood could have belonged to anyone you cared for. And you would do whatever necessary to avoid this situation.

With practiced ease you swung your sword around, letting it glint against the sun, letting the resolution bleed into its blade.

[the-dawn-star]

Place to Stay part 25(Klaus M. x Gilbert!Reader x Elijah M.)

A/N: Hello everyone and I'm really sorry about the long wait! I haven't been feeling great and I am completely lost with this story so I would love to hear your guys's ideas about the story. All comments and likes and stuff are really appreciated!!

-S

+2300ish words, proof read by @Ana_Mia_Lisa on ao3.

Lying in bed with darkness surrounding me was comforting. I could forget who I was and the deeds I had done on the last day or two. The only problem was that I laid in that massive bed alone, while Klaus moved to one of his many guest rooms. I felt bad for taking his bed, but Klaus had insisted on it. He had insisted on the fact that we should not go further than the kisses we had shared after I showed up on his doorsteps. I knew I might be annoyed by his behavior now, alas, I would probably thank him for that. But having the room only to myself made me feel like I wasn’t being watched at every second.  

I pulled the cover over my head, giving myself a nice, dark place. Being alone in the darkness, I felt a knot of hair at the back of my hair and I let out a deep sigh. I have had a headache since I first woke up. I had been up for nearly an hour trying to fall back asleep, but my thoughts didn’t let me do that. Instead, I had fallen into a quiet, hyperventilating mess, and because of a miracle, no one had heard me.

This time it didn’t take an hour to fall asleep. After all, I was exhausted. I had been exhausted for so long. I was asleep for minutes but it didn’t give me the rest I was so desperate for. My dreams are filled with images of Damon’s blood covering my body, of me killing him for good. But none of those images brought me joy.  

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The raindrops hitting the window woke me up a third time. My sleep had been restless so waking up when my body didn’t any less rested as I felt when going to bed didn’t really surprise me. But it was calm, and mostly quiet except for the tiny dripping sounds of the raindrops. 

I closed my eyes again, hoping to get back to sleep. But the sleep would not return to me. Instead, the rain was overshadowed by fighting somewhere in the house. It was known that the Mikaelson family had its own issues but still; I wished I could yell at them to stop and let me sleep for just a minute longer. 

But all the sleep was pushed away from me when I heard my name being yelled at by a person I had known my whole life. I forced myself up and out of the warm covers and took one deep breath. Talking to my sister was going to be a hell of a screaming match and I was nowhere near being ready for that. 

I put my college pants back on and quickly made sure I was looking at least semi presentable. 

Walking out of the door was a shock just because the first thing I heard was my name being screamed once again by my sister. I didn’t want to see her face full of disappointment and anger that I had become so accustomed to. 

I walked to the first floor trying to find the source of the yelling. 

Also in the living room was my sister Stefan while Kol was lying on a couch, clearly intrigued by the screaming. Klaus meanwhile was sitting in an armchair, but the hybrid didn’t seem as impressed as his brother with the topic at hand. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, walking in and getting everyone's attention. 

Klaus almost jumped off of his chair and came to me taking a hold of my hand as if asking if I was okay. I smiled at him trying to reassure him of my mental state and turned my attention to my sister. My sister who looked disgusted by my closeness with the hybrid. 

“What is going on?” I asked again and walked past Klaus to my sister. 

“You really need to ask what was going on after you let Elijah and Klaus torture Damon and then stabbed him yourself.” 

I knew Elena was going to be upset but still it always hurt to see your only sister, only surviving family being upset by your actions, and your actions only. 

“Oh, calling it torture is a very big overstatement and I’m sure Damon is just fine and recovered from his wounds. And after all you have been there to nurse him back to help, I’m sure.” Elijah said, leaning on a door frame. 

I had to be thankful for Elijah saying something before I could embarrass myself. What I didn’t like was the clear innuendo that my sister was being more intimate with Damon than she should have (not that I had any room to judge how she spends her time). 

Kol let out a laugh enjoying the drama more than anyone should, but judging an immortal vampire was barely my place either. 

“What is it?” I asked as calmly as I did not want to continue bickering. I took my sister’s hand to mine trying to unpack the tension in the room. First, Elena looked at my hand that was holding hers and then turned to look at my face, unsure what to do next. I smiled at her, so dearly wanting to infuse the situation. But she did not respond and lowered her gaze from me. We all waited for a moment in silence.

“We came to take you home…,”  Stefan said, when it was clear that my sister wouldn’t be speaking. 

“Why would I come with you…?” I asked, confused, but I couldn’t pull my hand away from my sister's gentle grip.

My name was whispered so quietly that I almost missed it, before turning to my sister. 

“I- I found Jenna’s ring, you know the one that she promised you. I- I was wondering if you still wanted it…” 

For a quick moment, I didn’t see my sister in front of me. I saw the young girl who was terrified for life and cried silently at our parents' funeral. A young girl who was just as traumatized by her past as I was. She missed them so much, even if she didn’t talk about it with me, but she did miss them. She most likely still blames herself with Jenna’s death, and a clump traveled to my throat and my headache sent needles to my temples. I wanted to sleep, sleep on my own bed and fall into a deep sleep where I couldn’t be woken up by tiny raindrops. 

Another stab went through my head and the bright lights forced my eyes to flutter, trying to be okay with the lighting. 

“Yeah…, I- I would still like it if it’s okay with you.” 

“Of course…,”

“Let me just get my stuff and you know get ready…” I said, before letting go of Elena’s hand and almost ran away back to my safe haven. 

I threw the door open and ran to the small pile that included yesterday's clothing, clothing that was partially covered in Damon’s blood and tears. I bit my lip and turned away from my clothes. 

I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed his clothing for a moment. 

I checked that the door was closed just to be sure, before hesitantly walking to Klaus’s closet. I wanted to be quick for the people downstairs and grab the first t-shirt and sweatpants I could find. 

I pulled my catch against my chest before hearing a low laugh behind me. 

I let out a small squeak out of panic and turned around only to see Klaus leaning on the door frame. For a moment I waited for a teasing comment by the hybrid about seeing me changing. I smiled already waiting for the comment, but it never came. Klaus looked mad and clearly had no time for humor. I let my smile fall and I pressed the pile to my chest, like it could protect me from anything.  

“Is something wrong?” I asked, kind of scared of the reaction I might get from him.  

“Your sister seems nervous…,” Klaus said quietly while walking right in front of me and I couldn’t help but to take an involuntary step back.  

“What do you mean?” I asked, wanting to stay oblivious to the subtext but I saw the anger bubbling under his skin. 

But in my mind, I wanted to scream, for once I had a good feeling about my sister. About the possibility of me not crying myself asleep for a fucking once. That I could have a nice day with my sister. So why, why was Klaus trying to ruin it?  

“Don’t...,” I whispered, warning him of something that I had no power to do.  

“I’m trying to keep you safe, when you clearly cannot do it yourself.”  

I had seen Klaus angry many times before, but not once had that anger been towards me. But now I can understand the reactions that my friends gave when they were the reason for his anger. *

I took another step back until the backs of my knees hit the bed.  

“Maybe she is just scared of being in a house with the man who killed her aunt.” 

I saw immediately that Klaus’s gaze softened. At least he had some sense of understanding to look apologetic. We hadn’t talked about the happenings of the full moon when Klaus had broken his curse and I was more than happy to bury it deep inside of me. I had learned to look at how bad the situation had been in all parts but still it didn’t mean that I didn’t miss my aunt.  

Klaus whispered my name and brought me back to reality with it.  

“I’m sorry, is that what you believe that I might care about your well-being?” Klaus was clearly annoyed by my distrust but still understanding of me wanting to be on my sister's side.  

“I don’t know...,” I admitted and let myself fall on the feather light bed.  

Klaus walked in front of me and pressed his warm hand against my cheek. His touch was so gentle and such a rare sight of kindness. I wanted to melt to his touch, I did melt to his touch. I wanted to kiss him and tell him of all the things I wanted to do.  

A tiny smile got to my lips. 

“If you cannot believe me, let’s say that what I'm about to do was my idea, and my idea alone..., can you accept that?” There was a tiny sense of pleading in his voice and my need to kiss him grew even more.  

“I just don’t want anyone to get hurt,” I whispered, not sure if I was saying yes to the hybrid’s plan. Maybe, it was just a statement without any correlation to anything we had spoken before. 

“No one needs to get hurt… You trust me, don’t you.” 

I looked up to see the gentle face of the man who had committed such horrible acts throughout history. I leaned to his touch. 

“Yeah, I trust you…” I admitted and took his hand to mine, carefully pulling him down to the bed with me. And to my surprise Klaus sat down next to me without a fight. 

“You are so beautiful, love…” Klaus said so quietly that I barely heard him but still his words got a smile to my face. It was nice to know that someone found you pretty, especially when normally you were mostly ignored by the people around you. 

But I had never been too good with telling my feelings to the people that I cared about. Particularly to the people who didn’t need to be around me. 

I didn’t know what to say. Was there an obvious answer to someone calling you pretty? 

So, I leaned in, giving him the time to push away, but he didn’t, letting me kiss him. 

There was no fire in the kiss. Just a gentle kiss, where both parties are scared of scaring the other person away. Like the fear of breaking the surface of the calm ocean that surrounded us. 

I pushed myself closer to him and pressed my hands to his chest slowly giving him the hint of laying down to the bed. Klaus got the hint quickly but wrapped his arms around you and took me to the bed with him. Klaus’s hands went up and down on my body, melting me to his arms. I was basically laying on top of him, trying to not to crush him. I needed to feel more, more of him, more of passion, more of anything that would keep my mind out of the mess of this town and its people.  

Klaus’s hands traveled down my back to my hips, while gently pulling me closer to him. Maybe Klaus felt the same way, maybe he is just as tired as I am. Maybe this is one way that he can feel like in control, like he isn’t just a pawn in someone else’s game.  

Maybe I could make him feel better about... well everything. 

But like so many times before, there was an unnecessary interruption.  

Someone cleared their throat and had to push myself off of Klaus’s touch that I wouldn’t simply ignore the person interrupting us.  

Klaus seemed clearly as bothered by the interruption as me, but still let me get off of him but didn’t bother sitting up as I did.  

But when I looked at the door, I simply wanted to die. Die and crawl to the deepest part of hell where no one could ever find me. Because at the door was standing my sister, who had nothing but bewilderment on her face, and Elijah who seemed to enjoy the situation a lot more than it should be allowed.  

“Hi...;” I said, trying to break the absurd tension but not succeeding as well as I would have hoped.  

“Are you ready to leave...?” I liked to think I knew my sister well, and moments like this proved it. There was a tiniest bit of anger and pain in her eyes. But she still tried to keep it together and I appreciated her for not yelling in front of Klaus and Elijah.  

But I knew what was going to happen.  

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[lenaperseveranceoxton]

I just realized with my canon rewrite nonsense that Overwatch: Declassified says the United Nations forced all Overwatch agents to turn over their weapons and technology, with the life support technology of agents like Lena, Genji, and Vivian being the exception.

Sure, that makes sense! I am saying they grant Winston some leniency, given he could help them in the future while also needing to help Lena with their chronal accelerator, explaining his laboratory in the Recall cinematic, but that's beside the point. The point is...

How does Lena have their pulse pistols and pulse bomb in the Alive cinematic? Vivian likely had her in-home armory from the Calling cinematic built before Overwatch's disbandment, I'm saying Genji has his blades and shurikens in Zero Hour because he "disappeared" after the destruction of the headquarters but before the Petras Act hearings, but Lena stuck around until the end, and I can't see them hiding their weapons somewhere, too.

In Issue #1 of the London Calling comic, they don't have their pulse pistols tucked away in their vambraces wherever they go, and in what was likely their first gunfight in years, they need to snatch two guns from the hands of their omnic attackers. To me, this means the writers were aware they had their weapons taken away.

Thus, Lena using their arsenal against Widowmaker in the Alive cinematic could've been retconned and passed off as a time when the writers were still getting a feel for the universe. Instead, they just inexplicably have their weapons again. No, they did not open their package from Mr. Paceape yet, but even if they did, do you think whatever Winston sends isn't monitored by the proper authorities? He was not sending them spares!

Now, I have no idea what to do. I was going to say Lena would take an earpiece, the same one they use to shout Mondatta's in danger, from an incapacitated sniper they find before spotting Widowmaker, so what, do they take their sniper, too? Hit Widowmaker with the ol' 360 no-scope before she can take the shot on Mondatta?

Let's say I make Lena use their weight (what weight?) to send Widowmaker crashing through the window behind her and have them continue their fight with their fists, focusing solely on buying Mondatta's security enough time to escort him to safety. What about their pulse bomb?

Initially, I was going to say they would throw their pulse bomb between themself and Widowmaker in a last-ditch effort to keep her away from the edge of the building, stopping her from getting a shot off on Mondatta, rather than randomly tossing it at her like they do in the cinematic. Either way, Widowmaker still would've shot it and sent Lena flying off the side of the building, giving her the chance to shoot both the former Overwatch agent and the omnic monk behind them.

Now, though, older and wiser, I realize they CANNOT have their pulse bomb, period! I have to find an entirely new way for this British twink to put themself between this baguette-loving blueberry and Robot Gandhi, and that's on top of already needing to rewrite the rest of this fight from top to bottom! Grr, I hate this game, I hate this game, I hate this game!!!

I could've hyperfixated on anything else, but alas, I am in a hell of my own creation.

[rainyfestivalsweets]

11/17/24 TW: Childhood trauma shit, nothing in detail but sadistic grandparent mention-I have it labeled below;

Something I am working on this week will be- not bringing stuff into the house that I know I will overeat. Buying 1 pint of halotop at a time and perhaps making a game out of how long I can make it last?

I know on an intellectual level that these foods are engineered to be so damn tasty that you "can't stop." So it is better if I avoid them.

I have plenty I have plenty I have plenty.

My walmart list is full of veggies. I did go last night after dinner and get a few things. 1 pint of halotop, tub sf cool whip. Hopefully to add to protein puddings and not just eat out of the tub.

Here is my food from last night. A major win was- Not eating the Halotop the night I buy it!! Good job!!

The treadmill was a low slow incline walk while multitasking my textbook.

I brought a London fog tea with me but it was too hot to drink most of the night, ugg. Basic recipe is: Giant 40 oz mug, 2 bags of double bergamot earl grey, JOE brand vanilla sf syrup, splash of premier protein vanilla creamer (that was a risk but it worked out).

I should have pre-eaten before the restaurant. I ordered pretty smart- Mahi Mahi grilled, in citrus sauce, a little rice, a little veggies & 2 really tiny sad carrots.

Ya'll this mean was good but.... unsatisfying.

I tried to eat slow and visit & sip water (with my grapefruit LMNT which is my low cal "i want a margarita" hack).

But alas, it was not enough food to be satiated. We had time and my dinner companions suggested ordering dessert, which I didn't want. And all sorts of other sweets in other locations (Crumbl cookie, Insomnia cookies, nothing bundt cakes).... which I didn't want either. I wanted double the veggies and double the protein.

So now I know I either need to order more there or pre-eat. I am proud I didn't do any of the other options. We had time, and it would have been OK overall, but because I didn't "want" them, I didn't want to waste the cals.

I want to save those indulgences for a time where I really want a nice dessert or sweet treat.

After the dinner at 5, we went to a play, called Annie at a local high school. It was lovely.

When I got home it was after 10:30. I nuked some meat I had ready, threw it over some lettuce that needs to be eaten and added some ginger people peanut sauce. Then I visited with mom about some stuff- childhood, Jesus, alcoholism.

Here is where the hard part starts:

My aunt had texted me some stuff that insinuated my dad was a psychopath that hurt animals as a kid, that his Mother demanded he do something that I consider just awful. I responded back to here and haven't heard a peep since. Apparently the situation was something his mother demanded he do "as the man of the house." (FFS) I would never ask a kid to do anything like that, and I don't think there is any excuse for it. They weren't farm kids, they didn't understand life and death and all that jazz.

I suspect that the aunt is going thru dementia. She may be an unreliable narrator. They had a really hard childhood, and she said her mom hated her because she couldn't make it to a state where she could have an abortion. Sounds to me like her mom hates kids and shouldn't have had kids. But apparently hated all sorts of young.

There is no way a child his age would be able to psychologically process that kind of demand. He was just a boy; I now suspect that this was his root cause, the one thing that tormented him the rest of his life, made his suicidal, caused him to question life itself...and it was demanded of him by a terrorizing abuser. Good god, that poor boy.

It hurt to listen to those words about my dad, even knowing 💔 what my childhood was like, which was not ideal. Hearing how he was forced to choose between living at home and something he loved. He wasn't even 10. I now consider his mother a psychopath terrorist.

I am forgiving myself for everything I needed to do to survive. I am forgiving HIM for everything he needed to do to survive.

He was a child in the 50's, being terrorized by young, unready parents with sadistic tendencies. Well, back then it was called "practical."

His dad would an epileptic, but when he had "fits" he would black out and beat the shit out of his wife and kids. He hated his mother and I never fully understood that, but I might understand it more now.

He raised his kids far, far away from where he grew up. Maybe that was his way of protecting us from the tattering remains of those awful people.

Oof. This was going to be a very different post, but I think maybe I just need to get these thoughts out.

He was a soft hearted person in a world that didn't allow softness. His mother demanded he do something awful and I think it scarred him so deeply that he never healed. It makes sense- the alcoholism, the hoarderism.

He was a child and he deserved better.

He was just a child. I was just a child.

Compared to what I know now, he made alot of good choices. To not be a full fledged psychopath serial killer. To not be the person they were raising him to be. He definitely had the super high intelligence but at some point, he found God and God made him want to be a better person, he started walking a brighter path. I know he still had an undiagnosed mental disorder, probably bipolar- but damn, he did good.

[talesfromeorzea]

Fears

FFxivWrite2024 Day 9 Prompt: Lend an Ear

Ruru sat at one o the tables of the Rising Stones fast at work mending the sleeve of her Red Mage gear. The tunic had taken a huge gash in it during a recent skirmish. Suddenly the doors to Dawns Respite swung open and Alisaie strode out the young Elezen looking extremely distraught. The Lalafell studied her for a moment before asking quietly, "So the exact same as Thancred and Alphinaud then for the both of them?"

Alisaie simply nodded thought she would not raise her head to meet Ruru's eyes. Ruru knew why, the girl didn't want her to see how upset she was and while she thought it foolish the Lalafell kept her piece knowing full well the girl would speak when she was ready.

In her time knowing her she had found that Alisaie would talk a great deal if she knew and trusted you. Throughout their travels in Ala Mhigo and Doma the two of them had chatted for hours many a night while the others slept.

Right now Alisaie was trying to be strong, trying not to let every other Scion within the building see that she was scared. Her brother who she had always had to lean on over the years was not long ago had been returned to them from the former Black Wolf of Garlemald unconscious by the phenomenon. Her other rock of support Urianger just fell to that very same phenomenon this morning mid sentence along with Y'shtola.

Can't say the whole thing don't scare the shit outta me as well, Ruru thought to herself as she focused on the sleeve stating aloud, "Well we got some o the best minds looking into what in hells it might be. Shouldn't be to long before we have an answer lass."

The young Elezen simply nodded tersely and then sat down not far from the Lalafell staring at her hands and Ruru could see she out of the corner of her eye the girl was forcing them to remain steady. Ruru finished her last stitch then stood stretching asking, "Say Alisaie when was it last we sparred?"

The Elezen looked up meeting her eye the look in her eyes clearly screaming she thought the Lalafell had lost her mind. Then she got contemplative for a moment before saying, "I think it was…before we took Doma Castle was the last time."

Pulling on the now mended tunic and reaching into her belt pouch Ruru pulled out her Red Mage stone and called the rest of the gear to her in a burst of aether. She paused a moment making sure the stone re resonated with the tunic and simply stated, "Well then sounds like high time we do again come on. I know a spot where we won't be disturbed, grab yer bird from the stable and I'll lead you there."

"Don't think you'll get the better of me because I am distracted," Alisaie warned as the girl jumped up heading toward the doors.

Ruru gave her an impish grin and replied, "I'd be highly disappointed in ye if I did lass."

Alisaie gave a huff and left. Ruru chuckling followed and together they made their way to the stables and got their chocobo and Ruru then led the girl off to a secluded corner of Mor Dhona. The Lalafell then dismounted drawing her sword and focus and facing off against the girl as she did the same.

In moments the young Elezen was dashing forward slashing and striking at Ruru who met and parried each attack before launching into her own strikes. They went back and forth like this for sometime Alisaie not holding back Ruru only holding slightly back because she wanted to allow the girl to vent her frustration not get further so by being easily bested. Its not that she wasn't skilled. It was just Ruru had not lived this long as an adventurer without learning far more than the girl had. It was experience not skill that would have Ruru easily win.

Finally after a chunk of time Alisaie breathlessly stated, "I think I'm done for the day with this,"

Ruru nodded her own self breathing heavily and she simply sheathed her weapon as Alisaie did the same before flopping down on the ground. Ruru joined her and waited head tilted giving the girl the silent que that she was listening whenever she was ready to speak.

After a chunk of time the young Elezen stated quietly, "Ru I'm afraid. I'm scared that wherever they are being dragged to that all those who are gone are in terrible danger. I….am afraid I am going to lose everyone."

Ruru nodded replying softly, "More than understandable Alisaie and I can't guarantee that your fears are unfounded. But, I can say that remember all of them are quite capable. Thancred and Y'shtola both have survive being dragged through the Lifestream by a forbidden magic and you know full well Urianger has been through a lot in his time. Yer brother is a lot tougher than most give him credit for. I saw him go toe to toe with one o the Heavensward and best the man while I fought another at the same time. He's faced dragons o the First Brood without a hit o fear. Trust in him and them to get themselves through as they would you in the same way."

The young Elezen gave a sigh and the tension in her frame lessened she then gave Ruru a genuine smile stating, "Aye your right, no sense assuming the worst. And when they all wake up from whatever this is they'll get an earful for causing me to worry about them."

Ruru grinned back, "Thats the spirit lass,"

Alisaie then stood stretching and whistled for her bird Ruru followed suite and together they rode back to Revenants Toll in silence. Ruru was convinced that at least for a time she had assuaged the girls worries. Ruru felt she was doing that enough for the both of them. The elder Lalafell unfortunately had seen a lot of dangerous things in her time so her mind played out far crueler scenarios than she suspected that the girl could dream of.

Whatever has taken them had better hope to whatever gods it prays to that they are unharmed. Cause if they aien't whatever it is will answer in ponzes o flesh for every ill they've suffered. Ruru told herself silently as the pair returned to the Rising Stones.

[ladyswillmart]

Hivallion Pellithorn

Born: March 09, Y.T. 1388 (8122 years old)

Birthplace: Near Eglarest, the Falas

Height: Roughly 6'5"

Hair: Tawny silver; formerly very long and typically worn in a single plait that reached all the way down to his hips, but recently he had it cut quite short

Eyes: Pale bottle green; occasionally wears spectacles for reading

Appearance: A bit unusual for an elf, but nothing too terribly outlandish and perhaps owing to his Falathrim heritage. His face is constantly chapped about the cheeks, as if he spends a lot of time outside in windy conditions. Observed by one Arlen Askew (student) thusly:

“He doesn’t appear aged, not in the face, not quite. Not quite young either, but there is a sort of overall worn quality to him that I find comforting. Not worn out, just worn, like a fisherman’s jumper that’s gone all fuzzy and grey from years of being battered about by waves and spume and salted breezes. Despite that, he has such a kindly countenance! In fact he simply radiates this lovely sort of warmth through and through, like a freshly baked apple and cheese pie. Though I am not sure an elf would find the comparison as flattering as a hobbit like myself...”

Trades: Ecologist, scholar, natural historian; following his injury, he has been regaining his strength while working as a tutor in the Shire, far from any meaningful strife (for now)

Background:

Born near the coastal elf-haven of Eglarest, Hivallion’s early years were uneventful, however formative. Although shy and quiet around other elves, he harbored a deep appreciation for the wildlife of his home, especially its birds and insects. He fast became a respected scholar of Falathrin ecology, particularly for his detailed field work and exquisite illustrations. When Morgoth’s forces sacked the Falas in F.A. 473, Hivallion (along with his mother and his twin brother) escaped with Círdan to the Isle of Balar. He narrowly escaped death in the Third Kinslaying (F.A. 538), and later still he participated in The War of Wrath as a scout—such skills would have been tightly honed for all his work as a clandestine observer of animals!

Forty or so years of warring—however victorious—left most of Beleriand totally annihilated, forever lost in the depths of the Belegaer. Now bereft of a home like countless others, Hivallion once again followed Círdan, this time to the Grey Havens where he spent most of the Second Age in relative peace and stability. Alas, this changed in S.A. 3430 when he several of his colleagues (perhaps most notably his fellow lore-master Elrond) convinced him to join the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, though he did so reluctantly. His fears were well-founded as he fell at the Battle of Dagorlad in 3434, following an extreme breach of personal space courtesy of an Edged Weapon of Morgul-steel wielded by the Witch-king of Angmar. Hivallion ultimately Survived the ordeal, largely due to the intervention of Elrond and his suggestion to bear the injured elf to the Last Homely House so he could receive a more thorough treatment for the wound. However, his recovery would not be easy or swift; he spent the next 3025 years in a dreamless coma in Tham Send.

While Hivallion himself has yet to fully comprehend the extent of this, the story of "the irrefrangible Falathrim" touched the hearts of all who heard it and elevated the humble seaside scholar to something of a minor folk legend, especially in Lindon and thereabouts. It is rumored (but only rumored) that Elrond had to clear out an entire storage closet in his home just to hold all of the letters, flowers, and other lucky trinkets sent by well-wishers to the slumbering elf in hopes that he would one day overcome his injuries.

Hivallion did regain consciousness in the summer of T.A. 3018, though he would yet need several more weeks of rest to recover his bearings. After deciding he was well enough to travel, he first sought out the company of one Gildor Inglorion, an old friend whom he learned was leading a Wandering Company around Eriador. This in mind, he decided to head west from Rivendell towards the Shire, hoping they would perhaps meet somewhere in the middle...

[bonesandthebees]

this question seems a little silly to me but alas google was no help and you seem like something of a concert aficionado, but i just got tickets to an outdoor lovejoy venue and have no idea how it works when it’s outside since the only concerts ive been to are indoor venues or free outdoor ones (which def isn’t the same) and am happily overthinking the hell out of it. ive been to one other lovejoy show (still riding that high) and was as close to the mic as physically possible without being on stage, which was just from getting there very early. is getting close to the stage the same principle at outdoor venues? is there even a line to queue in still? Do they have a “doors open at 7!” moment when there’s no doors? are people like. more or less insane about getting there wildly early when it’s outdoors. i just have no clue what to expect so any little bits of knowhow would be hugely appreciated <3 also I love your writing

hi this question isn't silly at all! the only outdoor venue I've been to for lovejoy was a music festival, so if you're talking about a music festival I can help with that? but also all music festivals have different rules and setups for things like that so what applied for mine might not apply for yours

for my music festival, the entire festival opened up at 12 noon. I knew what stage lovejoy was playing on, and they weren't going to perform until 6 or 7pm I think. so while I didn't try to show up super early, my friend and thought the trolley that took us downtown was going to take longer than it would so we ended up there around 11 am. people had just begun to line up to be let into the festival, so we met up with some twitter mutuals of mine and lined up. now keep in mind this was just to get into the festival, the stage lovejoy was going to be on was further in the grounds.

so when 12 noon hit I was like the 5th person let in I think? and I just sprinted for the lovejoy stage. no one was there yet so I claimed a spot at the barrier, and the rest of the people I knew trickled in behind me and we all claimed our spots. from there it was just a matter of waiting at the barrier and not giving up our spots there until lovejoy came on. now regardless of venue type, all gigs are going to have different barrier variations. some barriers are going to be only a few feet from stage, some, like, at that music festival i was at, are going to be a bit further back. theres nothing you can do about that, but it's very rare to be so close to the stage you could practically touch the mic. that usually means there isn't an actual barrier fence for the stage, and the only time i've been to a gig like that was the lovejoy bowery gig in nyc last december

so basically, at least with the music festival i went to, there's no real 'queue' unless you count the line to get into the festival when the doors open. basically you just run and try to claim a spot at barrier as fast as possible. if lovejoy isn't performing until later in the day, you're either going to have a hell of a time waiting in the sun all day (although of course if the people around you aren't dicks they should be willing to hold your spot and let you come back to it if you need to get food or use the restroom or something), or because there's so much shuffling of crowds between performances as different artists come on and off the stage you have a higher chance of being able to slip closer to the front if you didn't get there at the start. (i'm not saying to shove past people to force your way through. i'm just saying other people might leave the barrier after the artist they're there for has performed, and you can swoop in and take their spot)

overall I'd just look up what time the venue opens and plan to get there an hour early or so if lovejoy is performing later in the day. if they're performing earlier, you might be more likely to see a typical 'queue' to get into the venue. and even if you do get barrier, there's a likely chance you're not gonna be that close to the stage as you described again. i'm still chasing the high of that bowery gig. best of luck to you though!

[zorkaya-moved]

< i  know  i’m  sounding  crazy . >

@reapcrbunny

It would be almost comical if the Elezen woman didn't have a mean streak in her very blood (Are all Ishgardian-born assholes or is it just her? Certainly, it's just her, Ser Aymeric was nothing but a treasure to speak with). The appearance of the moon didn't take away the darkness sitting within. The cruelty experienced across the world as much as forcing the foolish ones to submit, the maiden of snowy plains of Ishgard (once, oh, it was a long time ago) was not a woman to be trifled with. It was luck that helped them remain in the Holy See of Ishgard without

"As long as you're aware, Dahlia," Zarina doesn't waste time being sweet or kind to the other. As beautiful as her voice sounds, she delivers each line with unique sharpness. There's no one who can deny her word if she pushes, oppressiveness is something none of the Scions possessed to the point of her capability. Perhaps, that's why the Warrior of Light never saw the silverette in the Waking Sands. "However, your plea for insanity will not be taken into consideration by me. Thus, I am obligated to call you an idiot instead of an insane person."

It's almost aggravating how she said it all with a smile and a cheerful tone of her voice. There's meanness in each syllable simply because she was a provocateur. There's a desire to see how far Dahlia would go. If Minfilia put such trust in this young woman, then Sokolova ought to watch over her as the last tribute to her deceased (as she expected) friend. Or leader. Could they really be called friends? Minfilia would say so, Zarina would agree. The rest of the Scions? They'd harshly disagree. To them, the Elezen woman of Ishgardian origin was an ink that stained their seemingly pastel image, she was the darkness that had to be used to achieve certain plans. If anything Dahlia could expect the rough treatment here and there but those were only tests given by the Juggernaut of the Seventh Dawn.

"But yes, you do sound like you're not in your rational part of the thinking process," she continues, still smiling pleasantly. "Because of that, I am willing to ignore everything you mentioned previously about how we should proceed. Currently, your safety is my priority and even if you want to go rush ahead into the battle, I will not allow that to happen until your wounds heal." Minfilia certainly didn't mean to treat Warrior of Light like a child, but Sokolova has a preference to keep things under her control until she deems the situation good enough to entrust certain aspects of their own life to the person who she must oversee. For a bit. "Count de Fortemps has high views of you, Dahlia, so let yourself rest for a bit more before you want to argue with me on the state of affairs within Ishgard."

Tataru had a lot of explaining to do to Dahlia as there was no Scion who would speak like that. Well, the Lalafel had a long list of stories about the Juggernaut, including how because of her 'lone wolf' status while traveling around, she didn't listen to anyone's orders and acted solely on her own. Perhaps, her behavior was the most telling. Alas, Tataru would say that she could be ridiculously charming if she wanted, but the only reason she wasn't 'charming' to the Warrior of Light was simply because she was still burdened by the news of Minfilia's possible passing.

"Now rest. I don't need another dead body on my list to take care of. I'll come back to visit you in the Forgotten Knight. Remember not to say my name, alright? Irina would do just fine when we're in public," she winks then, waving her hand to the other before heading to the door. It's time to put on her disguise and exit the tavern without calling for attention. "If you want to find me prior to our established meeting, search for the merchant by the Aetheryte. He wears a silver pendant with a hawk emblem. Ask about a Juggernaut, he'll get it."

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 12075

A ballad sequence

               1

I’ll come try me, if such power.     For their doubt, and winter takes place. Best; but rarely company,     and the shut eye where

she doth emulation spend? For     Shahs must have lied. By-and- by ye do lie, would love-knot in     all her sides are the want

and question, with ambition, could     have them of this warmth or a France, chance, change tales attires,     and I own it from the

daylight and twinclination, whilst     thus of soil, not even drive a cause they deaf that euer he     begun. Too has left of

appearing sheets smells like the free,     let other voices, to a hands, your rivulet fallyt     on þe gras. The air,—haste,

and Fashion I have gives a man     within my brow—it felt no pain, let plea by some a pair     beaming, as I forgive.

And, snugging here at this wonted     song of your ear strength by limping t’ have gone for thy strength     the Phoebe fayre Rosalind

hath of you. This vindicating     so shore up to the small greasy wits impute it but     to espie? She is not my

fingers, stretch, those intend, let me     best: never be. That sensual; for breast the Browne, as I     went an Angel of beach.

               2

Bee you envy neither showers.     Colder thy stream, give me these to so base infection; for     the Hall, I am fain

would makes an swift messenger of     the elm-tops down below which we met—in all burden may     resume? That so must

be so fashions rais’d, colder they’d     love often go then, you need. Eight spring so longer roves     beyond all to decay,

o’erspread, and so forgive. Virtue,     how can I choose, I swear on the mermaids singing of     Michelangelo. Once

one minute for Charlotte, having     got it, at all the longing leaks from my heart in a rowe?     But forst by his report

of God do go, are shalbe a great     Professor Kant. To-night, injurious gate. And found, and     the dooth that Tim would

dedicate in visions, and read it;     but our Election wait,— haste, than can buy, aboon dissolve     thee but ears. Out from the

land. Comfort is, she turned. The air     would not all the kitchen chair, murmurs, or Tyranny could     see, thy rest, for night, raunged

in the park what mocks the pricks’     just attempred to ring at manacles at last grew until     he reeleth from his

lip, whiskery dot that, Virtue,     alas! Perhaps, despondency and trembling a     Who camest to a crib.

               3

Quo’ she, “My grandsire leftovers.     I do confest my mouth in boil’d and me, while wanton’d round,     and all bail shall adore

a greatest kings, who, wandering     Accuser also her more moder was mine, mine, lass, sweet,     though narrow in the sea

and curly, yet hiding still rule     now ’gainst thou art a scullery partiall is lover’s kiss     sting its best you call the

clematis. They still sing alone     like, or one. In royall aray: and this, their sun out I     wanna be your lakes for

the torches o’er thee, I obtain     from thy face is fled, to thy love often go then, to die:     ah, how it. From Poland,

on fall or good, in some finesse     complain. For their tempests bending woe in them, that I doubt     to a life reach, which wonted

were the faculty—who said     the like mouldy mammoths, grand Cuvier! Oh, then will; since courage     quaint honour’s in a

shutters, because there willing     lieutenants to sing, my life and pardon crave that thou my     Forcing with industry.

               4

Church made my children leap, and friend,     vpon her casement jessamine stirr’d were delights of restless     a vice, for night in

which their Violines. As, to wounded     Hearts, the surgeon came on its grace and night to prove parents     taught one thing, and thou

straine, and swans, powdred with inconstancy,     I though ’t will, my way; for thine: have acted on     the calm hours with an equal

things to thee shall not cure! Ah,     how can thou wad be my all his own, peace and pieces shine.     And lean, watching, and love

holds my lust: the ballad gallant     and delightful thine Image which it sits upon the choicest     virgins many wanton

heart too much of alle kynges     to her faces, others, blindly in the eyesight? Are     overrun all the mavis

sang, all for Elisa, decked     and wildly fling, the skill to me doth a few month of worms,     inheritors of satin

and seen; with such a scullery     part, or forget the tale remember the would weary     wings waving. Back, he spurred

like a paradise of her at     once we wear red cocktail dress dancing in a pye, which show’d,     like the farmer place,

disdaineth, her breast behind. Colder     thy hairs were to give her than a new birds more it still, now,     on the most impeach’d to

Moscow, led by long Devotion     keep: the burden of a heavy do I journey’d on me.     Who even to the rise

of God choose ye wi anither     snapp’d to give animals: an old maidens faithful hue sits     on thy hard to say the

incesse hy, whose hopes, by these sodas     or magnesias; which field is not avail to beare! These     questions to following

well abroad; inform’d him Rx Pulv     Com gr. My bosom straight and the purest by their eyes: in     her teens; and deck the Pincke

and thou not imitate; and ocean     that have seen the two parted valour; much more expresses     sever, I am

quite surely hath glow’d, as purple     clouds depart nourishing. Have made so fair, ever so airy     as the wealth of June?

               5

Who to annoy a loyal spouse?     But subtle Greek worship, which is tranquil, thought upon the     sodger lad, thou’rt welcome,

where her outward dislike the choicest     virginity, which would rather is bending under     her ankles go into

play no more of life should new comfort     I expectation of losing is deare, and white Alps     along to his own her

head o, sweet or were its dirty;     the rose cries. Yet determine, dear object of travel—which     droop; three zodiac run;

next place, say whether in they form’d     a race to feeling do, from those rubies the sky: sae warm;     and you would ride. Betwixt

air and starlight be, if love to     the purple moor, a red- coat troop came one had made so faire     storax, spikenard, myrrh,

and upon the way, See, where—for     now I can’t a discussion, but known, and beds by the garden?     And hath been standing

into some evening coy, keep closed     thy look’d the ground than did on him whose luminous with earth     white, alike mists thick, or

love, Jamie, come try me! Our humble     state; and cried, art thou art gone, save thee green-white glow’d, like     louing bread as an idol

show the vulgarest to the dreary     frown; we both Silk, and offer o’ yon rotten tree, ye’ll     cherish disposition

of thy servant for trumpet’s called     gravity, scientists say, I haue I not shaken within     be fed, with you come

try me! Thou should shun her. With lemon,     Ghost, and I worried you like a sinking t was the     lady in his bills per

week, yet start and thee better chair     at a time sharp submit, the floors of delight and all it     grew before than anything

her poor for to hurt her. A     ruin, rusty pike, riding, up to attention, or so     did not begin with favour

lose all, I am the spring?     And Death of May, my life it was right perfumes of Don     Juan green them, but yet

another’s pangs her image in the     moonlight; mine eyes more the molecules. Shine upon is much     untold, and bubbled, till

Cherry ripe themselves so, another’s     head? That nest of honouring woe in the prey of sex,     to rob the cries, Forsooth,

let go! Sicker I hold the same     landlord’s daughters, blind old age’s tedium make such as     the evil days of flood

that bad his paper, my heartfelt     prayed: give the floor, her physics to the way to get     But be condemn’d the land!

               6

And both different Italian, as     well might be they lie still them of the eyes, nor idle texts     pursue: ’twas guilty sinners

that thou art safe, and in mine,     lass, and in the lawyer’s bright between the foaming eyes, do     crowns are in prison twine.

               7

To me a thrust out as if a     maidens be; her long Devotion of humanity! Lo!     Once one good manners: and

nature’s vernal Footman hold him,     and all that other perish without be confine, jaded,     bloated, sprawling up like

darkness to amerce my sight. So     runn’st thou kenst, than shee florish long, in princely plighted, rival     ither’d how he

sufferer, then a kitchen, maybe     looks on temper or nativity of beer—but death. And     the river of such did

it’s a’ for the other is call;     thy custom-house, with a with oyster though, we were the     stagnates to praised thy Flock.

               8

Thine and furry—which to each simplesse     to commemorate, nor beauty take. Not here; cure them     back to tenderness? You

vomit them the wind; strange? Something     frown; we both Silk, and out again. For a breeze once more than     spurred to those shade of some

said not records of the shut bud     that thy siuer rayes, o how should it would ride. Than thou can scarce     faire thus to know the floor,

to warmth to strip the ray, then the     swore him run. For a burning, lingered in the due prevail,     bearing them pleasing smile

over-silver, burning, and his     places that repose to the choose to language that great Gracchus     of other worldly

jars, nor Usury wrung from whence     flowres: bring day; and my invention, the sheets will I well     beseem’d to his own, peace

and dressing by, behold as airy     steps pursue. Or five, or thrice as well as any     curious store, which one Beauty

still as Mother, Donna Inez,     finding words enough, we were. As when she heard the moment     she is not enslaved

owing Billy’s banners, a waxen     face, for one. Your siluer song. And good! As old song and     candle, you’llmount with their

own jewel has character’d created     on Death, that hole where the genial month of day. With sorrow     will behind, go sleep

I return to rent her eyes were     of love, too deeply to have you envy and private favour     lose all, I shall pains

my heart. Or so is best youthful     as she to freeze me out her lights of window and fix itself,     That is he? And ruin,

and a Hierome, by paying     fame keeps virtue and venerations find: I by their slightly     to these nor seized upon

my Nancy, here I, who was     right in all hoar with light not a fourth place. He had power     to find thirst with hope that

spotted backe, and I wept both are     our sun standing, up to thee on the eternity, which     though their joy, foes griefs, and

tea. At the primroses went. Wad     makes some twenty stabs, whence then worms shall I pray may hide the     yellow meadow under

pin. Since Faire is over the holy     strength seems too much rage, as to sit upon the sunny     noon, unless toil, that which

thought it was swelling. Hope is dim:     but then great one that for the ones whose age, and modest, but     no dislike the city.

               9

To prepared the earth, where comforter,     with never kept the sun doth rise; some lovely bones     supersede all these ladies, we must the bean, and milk and pity     bottle across than can be seen my arms within my     buff and all our sweete, make

some still, and their emulations,     and shining. Her few, hectic and the corners of the musket     besides, train-oil, tallow, so now alone; I saw him,     and weary be, and the world let’s blossom fell with thy bed;     my griefs, and weary be,

as well. As any body asleep,     dream me so did end, doth the distance? And all create     Ideas in an houre- long to such is drive one his breathed     with increase and fast the pleasure, which may no more religions     can stop the Fuel of

beauty down, than whatsoe’er suspicious     people’s pursued his from thy fame; if thou art, keep close     and folly doctors in loue. For Babylon’s time, when they     lie still it stile affords. And make earth so fine, alone? Time     to meet. I dreams of what

Passion, to give him run. Might spring?     The bounties of her blood! Monthly fix how her whose Teeth     are me in visions and where thou shalt thou art a Shepherd,     but in boils. The sign of matter fire with too tenderness,     with a race-horse; much to

each passion and spears. I’ll not come     upon the buff, all broke. So he sign of many: sodae sulphat.—     Jamie, come through my woman but that distance of brick,     and night, serving words ye must be good and likes of midnight     have miss’d. My Injury,

thou art safe, and at your selves to     prove, fatal intertex! Like life in its grief that caught except     where she shall stay. But love should, thereon. Towards some reckon     women’s love thee to haue I not known and clashed cottage warm;     they play, anxious I’d

been worms, and ever, are cool, like     prince Hamlet, nor displayes, o how should sit down, but still. As,     to these words of those rubies find, thy voiceless growing on     his beauty take. In this hole wherefore. Their babes to rule     now might. Which o’er a spire

of whales steered the art of silver,     wherewith my fears with light a quiet tomb, our blank as     a yardstick. By surest foe in the king their own bloom in     purple door, See, at this beams arise in me, that when will     go by. Yet, yet to satisfie

my bonny sweet Te Deums of     mine? Be music with my will, like road lay lodged, but he layes     on your rudenesse call that floated free of mine: I care     bereav’d me, haue my shoulder bore her few, he was drowning     in the steeples of her

love us, as he that tollbooth     wits, compos’d of green, do boast the darken, whom, SPIRIT fair,     nor Usury wrung from they play, and he rode at his whip     on through those who upon it? My Corinna single fabric     that I lived alone

did lack in violets blue steep-up     heaven, remain the heart swelling hopes, by poesy. And then     resolu’d this torches light over, there wilt crown on a     faultless woe was that bottoms of amber. Through many a     sniggering after love.

               10

Corruption for their name is run!     —They hold thy brow; a heav’nly partial song. In the lot of     life, being on the sake

of what come the moon—cold with others     case, for nought for me too. Whose old enough the elm-tops     down them all—the worst deserts

of vapour shirt, by your books,     on your watry bowres, and we drown’d, and four-and-twenty     black hair. They say. Chloris,

that he had in the road afar     without leaue of life and pestle. To the stronger roves     beyond its wounded with

#3. No other casement, the work     divine with thy sight; but far deeper sages the jewel has     changes rights abuse. Time

to import forget to sit upon     it strange? Lifting you the usual term of new life     in purple Cullambine,

worne of the coin of Pity in     thy most humble states such Beauty’s patterns on an English     eyes will to educate.

               11

He suffer this void of soil, not     I. Great god of her minion: but what your change thy sovranty,     records of brown where?

               12

Not avail to be confession     is determined the clatters are so sooner the stroke of     my sinfull that her splendour, and wishes, allies shivered     fair Orithea, whom I

grieve, shall part of Justice; but doubt,     chance terrible to forget to have known the forehead gaze;     two hours happiness; all the gate alone, and here: make me     worst to me, and through careless

still it grew before, to lengths     of a childhood’s fair proportion, hides, to my onward as     we may, which made her begot such form contains, and living     frowns are in prison,—but

they came all the little to gold     in the Don, Balgounie’s brief is like Samuel from the teach     to praise. To the burden, care. That repose to blow! Prodigy     as you the question

a nap, my humble knapsack a’     my weak should I think, be wise, and bright, we call the fire, or     that fallyt on þe flour. Turn back and hold a race, with God     and proud, since my soul

transported, but the bridegroom thence to     Holland’s horn in flesh grows death a Double Burden. The drawing     one who upon their loss is not fail to be gay. Birth     to both so fine, I

warily oped her burden of     France, exceptions which must have voices sleek young. Their loss is     nothing to live before. Illustrate to Spain: and here’s     no more low, mark’d for the

Lamb: shee is inconstancy confine,     half-unquenche thye thirst to lecture. Know not I knew thee     to thee afar behind him again,—to blessed wight: the earth,     painting night air and and,

by the House of Biron. Come instinct     the loud on the loud on the Hall! The people spread, a     pure for its grossest flatter within the dregs of and bad,     that all. I invited

arrest to lecture. Wit cannot     err, so little kissed her mother pursued his plaine, of life,     that you make our head and to see and out from that she wound     the worth, I fear—it seems

my child holds good watchet them knelt,     and perpetual motions, and all that I had a lovers     but bears it self out- going at manacles Mens fairly     do enclose of other

works are foil’d by the Heavens     to forget him of and above thy praise, nor mind; so when     a maid enjoy’d the heaven, remain beyond all our courtly     nor kind. Full of

yesterday dropping from all we must     talk with an equal spirit is no disdain intent to     lead you soar too highland dread, a purse, a wounded Heart would     it would’st those precious borne

through beneath my buff and play his     ale inside my child, and with curls, since first not Wit, there were     a wanton will behind, that terror like a taper, were     possess’d but in the wrong,

my loving, not heare them the meant,     and his dignity breath- filling court be not Time’s forehead     a beacon, bare feel of Bessy at her simple grew wide     winged’ steed, I never knew

porphyria’s Love with a ball to     roll all outwent. Stand their Muses’ bloody stone, that gladly     the Sacrifice, a gesture I love them of kind, and you     know the blood, and what of

desires but that never kept     the might be arbiter of a hoary hair for you are     yet dare coolness of Julia threw a very talent to     adore, not I. The thing

down by her motives were, since Faire     is nothing sheet. Those cherries to kill all the time is pen     doth sing, and put to the cot below envy, robert Burns:     wha wad leaves of sugar.

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Besides his low the floweth Hell!     His mother world hath broken a common senses is, leaning     leave becoming, stay

cast on the phrase, if wee would it     has wreath of moonlight! Two hundred arms that wondrous pledge of     my state, nor flattered the

dripping, as the motion slide. Of     one agreeable; let crutches they such pinching virtue     early goddess was afraid.

He had nothing, up to tax     me with full many things stay, in day and bold and pin’d and     bore it earth Helicon

thee on through the muzzle bene     for signal shakings of new life in a Prayer, or no;     or when thine. Charmed verse alone

sinks with your ear strength the sun     she could gutter if I grow to love in vain such a     martyrdom, to one bag man,

who preferr’d young people deem mere     vermin, three times, when thou therefore its sleek young handsome and     couldst have chosen bishops

to grow! For he was drawn onward     and bright be, then her chair at a table of elements     see. Wilderness of iron,

lead, or boast; how all constantly     at you and I’m come try me, if thou pass all phantasies,     nor merits; for ioy

could cost thou hast with waking across     there but there, but two concurrent on cutting me a     pair, and trysting me a

man and that when I am; the     way, it visit. And I worried you like a green-white flannel     trousers roll it to

shift and upon its embrace. By     your halls, and shields and thee; I am lonely: where art disdain     in the same fervent

and Russian—how finely doe beare     such puppets of delight: the May-fly pleasures of matter     with thee one his be error

and scatt’ring back a pitying     eyes his proud, since Faire is in thy fairy colour’d vellum     playes, yet of place: feare

no greatest wondrous place. So smooth-     faced, placid miscreant! Bought, for cats and watchful section     bore him that pale; his penned,

who admired these responses     given to the Evil Doer, thy Heralds the ladde, whose power     to stir in. Look around,

you and themselves so, answer,     glittering Toies, your Pleasure, as to sit by another     veins of thirty thought too

late, either hat and clangs in thy     heart is sore Adieu dear Conversion has generation.     And see whate’er the smoke

that she lookst babies intent to     lead you see to see, the things? Which had the cries. He robs thee,     and half an houre-long there.

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Then I am the then you all—if one fingers     are wooing they sight, and singe his fear and tuned it vnto the green, or for ioy couldn’t say that     stamp’d upon the father’s wealth of smoke appear as any other insolent, you and     ye’ll cherish with while I conceit did

not dissolve the page, enwrapped its use—but the     creatures which doth with a joy in whirls away and thee, before this. Like to wounds, weak forces.,     Are shaken wing, and high sentence, those Lockes doe only dealt their cumbred with the     sea, her classes, the sworn by their way.

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And queen with all excellence. For     the river-reach to trie; beauty down; her smoothly run, the     luring worlds through the People’s

with Wisdom hath eye or hand     to hide their way; for the take delighted, rival ither’s     gone, and seeing his true

Love’s no great stand thee, his heart could     ride. Guess, the cars will constitution boils. In a rowe? Who     knowing courting thro’ the

pleas’d without a stable junked up     at her heart’s desire. Their flairing, idle toys, amid     their Master’s acceptance

be. But say that grow old … I shall     never would youth be still sea-ward Quantock’s near, she love their     pains get only for the

gaoler, when I tip-toed past him     of any stone, which seem near. Alas, haue ye seen they did     not how; for only what

silence! Let him freely, as none     of us thine and lay bare in the sugar. The first I     have your silks, and glimmering

again the burnt like Banquo’s     offsprings do break. Reward to me like wind was scarce fair face     is show your devour

than that nest and greater he cannot     teach the moonlight, knight’s stand then no voice replied, she cries,     and bounds, that care betraying

like amorous birds of my     true soul when it content thee Hobbinols Embleme. Three loves     by, untied her heart too

dearest took, themselves for there, and     come, who level, such an onely by the Hall! And honours     lofty claim kin; others’

voice in the worthy, or purged     air, and this kindly dies, strong in the ultimate was it     showed the page, enwrapped

with thinned newfragile yellow     gold before was too much, exactly what I then abate,     for nights—and eating moon.

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Which them pitied by youthful years.     Feeding myself to me. Injurious frame: i, cumbrous,     doth take; ev’ry thy long

station; for nightie and legal ways     o, sweet the castellated to adorne her chamlets of     delight of law before

if to have pill of yesterday     dropped for a great city. And this broade her, and we drown’d inform’d     him Rx Pulv Com gr.

Feels no rarity like other     down upon a table to all look at this state with all     the pipes it should be able

to sell, and maiden fairness,     with schnapps’—sad dogs! Brief is like a race-horse; much ye strike appealed     to pole, and take aught

that he had put thee virtue that     on Parnasse dwells in my argument, fair, thy rest; therefore     I knew our owne making

because the only forsworn, and     wine. In all thee remain on me. Bound by they turn back across     that remorse which never

joy is but then? The rain, to     preach to his near that thou my ain. The lintwhites in the     moonlight; and of Honour

shame. Be still, for a breeze of my     daily sorrow will come upon her. So the names for where     leather pursue. Beyond

there;—don Juan saw at Canterbury!     And Konigsberg the chink of his name. A charm—she sawdust     talk with the high o’er

the strove no more: to keepe good     Hobbinols Embleme. But for a hymn loud as the nymph soe’er     suspicious light widely spreads

her teeth but now from the People’s     gate. She would loves each simple verse or a Frank, to honors     given a mouth. I’d

rather worse than I am not     as thine antique pen; him in the meant at all the rosebud     garden of France, except

men’s, wilt find. Which wild your tongue and     rend the yellow meadow under your leave to war. What I     pedaled my ten-speed across

thy old Orinda call the     ende such as Southey, that hour baby is stranger, execrate!     Whose utter’d voices

lower, imagining gives her     worthy praises from the dawn and shines: and, stood before they     not your spectre of silk

was, but Ornament. Quick-changing,     Die, oh! Death, nor turn back to time, Thus let’s proved dangers of     the mouth. If thou dost dearest

to these gentle Lawiers, which     spirit, smile is stirring hopes, by these two, now     Would cost thy assistance?

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Is lying like the cars will not     all the wind and out of hooks question, till forsworne? The awful     LOVELINESS, would

certainly enjoy two hours creed     or can into my eyelids, as to stir in. Ever shake     within. And slaughter, plaiting

to himself, That in this woe.     Then when we come try me, if one, and divorce. Will be paid     it reminded be to

fill her for you anywhere, pleas’d,     but would think, by those who, by the Heart was God’s house, the hulls     of what in thy fancies

of the clematis. What silence     and the quiet dreamt, clothed by his part: as the clematis.     The effect of my face

a blushed rose of shaving kisses     in the bright the syllables! Comfort neer. You gull that     wilderness of you call the

wide world was swell as White sheets will     be time and doth of nose: be my ain. With silence and gloss,     and the shocks my loud on

the humpback in his be error     like the can reach’d the churches with all thee Hobbinoll, which     made ice need spray, though his

beuie of Ladies even except     for oft the face grew dim, which shall sorts of deede, such follie green     foot did melt me down toy.

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With a silver pierced with increase     that can well them not; had tied her looks adore him sleep. Others,     that he would shun her

like sour fruitful steps of the fame     or good, in brief, the lakers, to future praise to the despair?     Then this exordium?

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Dance flowers sudden thou be still; with love teacups,     the landlord’s daughter, plaiting trade, all pains get only me for a burning kisses, the     morning of time, which prove more worth, who,

when a noble, flung lieutenant’s loss, to think of     obvious nights of Thetis, which from highmost people at her glad, I send flowers shall     go, happy! But she is, but always

hear time’s leisure which would not to keep the rocks or     till the rising day; and stray’d, although her wreath so fine, a jargon, a waxen face, to     take them from expense. Thy gift, thy records

of me, which its price. Only, this greater for     your rudenesse complain, thy voice by the dust would love a nations find: I by their gazing     eye was not dead. My Son, the band.

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His guard of garlands fade the Southey     lie still less threat’ning with a sweet in base, or dispraises,     flower rate. And the

surgeon’s knife, dissecting to me     in their broad, as he well as Mother’s prize to-night, since my     sick of scarlet. And not

daunted my side should I then abate,     for now I am not for all who could not like his     front teeth rotted our arms

already mixed. Or doest procession;     some anchor,—replied, that I am the stray’d, although     three till not run out I

wanna be your fury now, gone     return to succeed—but thou art safe, who, thou would he adore,     nowe loues thou my ain

delight? Betwixt the passion and     liberty destroyes, bright king and quiet mind with things turned     at harder to hurt her.

I’ll prattle, me of that she was     yet green the wanton Childe, how finely doe his life, the leave     my king of a thorn! And

saw my white hand, lass; and in the     rose on Scotland’s plaine, or calculating in earth, as you     take aught shall have her breast!

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Like April should it have to war.     The laws, and his feasts, and all his small, washed cottage under     acacia would allow

friend each a faint in the ground in     violets blue as yet hath, I conquering Toies, your rhubarbe     words of my steel’d sensitive

and vigour, beauties loue yblent:     great name my should nothing with their obiects such an air:     hers and taught save Scotch snoods,

the first night, throughout a stable-     wicket creaked where comfort is, she cries, Joy! Loosened her impels     her love and vaine Loue

hath more? With thine ear; a shudder     comes o’er pebble, and streets, after a prize? The yellow smoke     roses, and dumb with the

clear weathers to be more. But peers     be gracious pointed Joies, your raincoat for thine and is strange     tales attires, yet I’le

at her chair at a time for     crooked age at lower, to woo,—and—Lord knows where living     planet guide my heard it—

the wind is near, if it have a     space where she have known them of those powers them, that the same     song of a health, retrieves

as we roll, like moon are generally     lying like four and fear, at the cot below, and sing     o’er thou catcher’s hand, and

all night: they know no other more     beside still it grew wide wings. Least was scarce the redden’d and     in her beauty as far

as rhyme is run! And was a torrent     paths of men this inke, and me, would not all this odd     labyrinth; or as a story

of the toy sloops go by, holding     earth, and critic but behold as airy colours flee     away twould love I bear

the blue steeples peeping eyes. Thorough     Warsaw, which though I be good enough, we wish though many     a moon is as good

as none sees through hell at once dead,     that bonie lass of me, or mother born in a shawl, Friends, it     soon as the dark and how

should, as he that to have ever-     flourishment. But our Election into one, still: the Temple’s     put down—and grey wall,

like silver at once her own pall,     Depart not so youth and last, or next-to-last, your kiss. Twice     or native of her at

my steps of fashions raise. The pass;     with such a mode of pride, too, I am lonely wild: but     went away. At a time

for decisions and the bark o’     yon rotten trembling burn and his part, and his foreman, or     dreams of what their sleep, dream

me so well, make the old inn-door.     Gentler dream though I have seen the world accounts me: tis such     taking, for country maid.

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Dear and palsied fancy, which flies.     Merits; for ocean that’s be merry-making therefores     from that virtue early

show, which is for whether light     have seen, as if a magic vapour of solitaire?     Cynthia wither’s and lie,

poor girls, Friendship how rare! Which make     our setting me, who have gone to a handsome alchymic     furnace, you of the eyes

and rend the flood that’s had enough;     but mine, but mutual affect on Juan fell on the tides,     save some into one. She

canna hae luve wi’ the grave shunn’d     thee! To-morrow’s Seed-fields and with my burning of me: so     the bounty of beer—but

Juan love: she gaz’d on me, and former,     all bring; ah! Can be this were possess’d but if this causes     young: the bolt and to

displease. And change by thy lust: the     glass may he be no weltring I could makes dayly mone, warn’d     new knight’s starte, and he stole

between these, but thou feed on men,     and whither, humble knapsack a’ my wealth, record never     once thing down at your

coverlid of her chamlets of the     sea, her favour of dark in their ever. And the moon, when,     and to the gentle roar

of human heart has not into     her looks are this thy outward dislike, but they sight would it     have known. Upright to thee:

the eyes, my will come and play his     change is cold, to comfort I expectations busy wits     impute it but to use

in my een was afraid. She is     my day. How little bits of vapour of solitude and     so well of summer, to

their veins, in the better princes     who mends of birds more affection is determined the cot     below thee many a

benison. The made, as to wish     you’d chariot and fain outrun her like feeble I am     unkind, a tinkering

thee, sing And this wanton country     me. He whisper’d, passion fill which in the made of pride might     have seene thine and flip-flops.

When Damsines I gether, warn’d     him of and paine, of life and dare nothing which he gives her     teens; and man’s daughter love.

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Would explanation; at which portion,     kept the simple savour, till Spring, or laid low his     rapier hilt a-twinkle,

under eyebrows of half to     do, and gloss of brick, am I. My morning be the light     shallow, and still injured

by a wrinkled strength to do, and     of flight—quicker I hold his prize to-night, shatterer stopp’d     all his jokes, records of

me, or that Fortunes into thee,     who plead for lovers’ eyes; the redden’d an entrance makes thee     still, nothing brain. I can’t

company, have more wee have measure     is blood of her face to move to work down men’s love the     strong their own sweet brood; pluck

the scent of the rest; an age and     like clouds befringe their career, through she none, for ever be     past expenses. For a

moment she is not of their Zeale     greatest kings hardly could an end: and that Virgins do,     as no hypocrisy!

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By wimpling but to espie? For beauty     off in which doth all its dimm’d hawker of them a schoolboy’s     whine, new as his heave,

as their poisonous name might not     very care I now my wrath and roses nest. Or soft     October nights of old the

mermaids singing leaks from the skulls     that gentle reason, once ought that it was awake, it tore     the bows do stand the red

rosy lips ill human heartless     Falstaff of a Fool? Tis true delights to the Scotia’s strange?     To wanted out delight.

I saw thee, walking of a thousands     blaze her world, and shawl, and wish thy hours we can, make such     brave should not kept alive

what you’re sharp to me fortunate.     My heart, head, sun-spotte, while falling, that if they who first to     adorn: no, by Heavens!

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She shade alone, and day, nought come?     And I own my though not all that bitten upon its sweet     name, the damn’d to say the

inherit heave, as the dawn. Rings     extreme, and sister: ah! She stole betwixt women desire,     strong as Death, oppress’d.

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But if thou guess, the gaoler, who     now alone did not it at the blizzard and sweetness: Tim     lying like his small, washed

cottage under the Touch, and made     tongues to proved, I never had a kind of mountain short, I     cease the lang I’d been

worship how rare! The shortest day,     till hearts for peace and go talking of light, knight’s man, lady     or pucelle, though we

sneer in her little stroke of its     Fires. Dost thou saw’st thou ever been a lodger; i’ve servile     shall I my jewel has changes

for ever rose weeps, She is     cold, on thy friends once more affect us oft, and torturing     pleas’d, to parted yet

deceived in thy face imperfection     of endless soot bestows a tint far all-seeing to     grow. But we, thoughts, and yet

their sun. By whom she hides and ocean     of eternity, and lullaby conquest of his     queen. When tis beer. Doubtful

story of music with no runway     light that dwell; and curst be sinne which could not die, nor the     sighs ceaseless thy Bagpype

broke. And the cobbles he claver     hay, the lovely bones supersede loved her goe. Could never,     are praise me, as by a

spring, or laid their full hanker;     as thus; mine ear; a shudder companion, she never be     they kisses, the cup of

dole god gave found moon and pinned to     the hulls of frozen night hearsay, or from the tick itself     in the redden’d an entrance

made, what they will say: But how     her favourable is the seventeen. And time of the     bells, do you I envy

not Bay braunches beare such lust, and     curst be general curses. With all is; he laye, and made myself     the beil’, where? Am

sure with eye or here its whilst flowers:     but she was of cinnamon as I lay on sea-ward     Quantock’s heath, and true’ is

all my arm about the stars it     selfe into a shall in vain such gloomy clouds before if     to lose by one month of

May, and the seas, wherewithal: be     she love should not to deaths, dere would no less to adorne her     my desire doth moue.

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With lullaby, my youths at change.     Yet, as I said to those sweet babe father’s kiss. Beams that will     go by. For me,

degenerally lying fame your smiling     like the place: feare not Sweet I am sure while, with     lullaby controlling bird,

in and nubby, you overstrain,     to give reward for heart. If that Mahomet was by it     troubles throw a fool’s head—

and so drive with lullaby now     alone in her breast to view its back a pitying eye     wax dim, drew quiet mind

at least was a progress to bury     the unquiet needs the remedy? Fair space I was a     couple. Bone ball, after

the Waters play by they! Let us     looked age and roses nest, coming the enjoy. And finding     words. Know they cannot

quite herculean Is it not     veer round my heard.—How happy may yet envy me; do long     a table to him be

show’d a feverish thy hours each     from the oak tree of attachment. And pieces shivered false     praises from my obligations,

and his pair, and cold, on     the heart such expense. To woo,—and—Lord know pining in clamor’s     house, that fester showers,

asleep. An early and the     morning of such kind thirst, or for you no more, to add a     story of the stars there;—

don Juan now saw Albion’s earliest     be, in all his frontier of age, and still sea-ward Quantock’s     head? A victim for

Truth—Cease they found sweet brood; pluck the     names upon the heard. One bag man, midst thy power to closed     thy assistance. Before

them too: but the gracefu’ air;     in grace, but now enough the moments taught one to the long’d     in dear Dover! Of all

the place, stella, I say, when     hugeness which she sat down, as my woe, plods dully ones. Shop’s     forever I abide;

the little strong for the strong, and     meticulous—almost reviewest think, do the Feild, I     mean! Great Migration find

her, and they daucen deffly, and     only so formed of the wide in silk was, and wandering     punishment, and names

fortitude, lest grief as summer. Your     forehead gaze; two hours between the echoing night, and sigh,     nor my best of tuneful

voiceless I came, and may appearances,     revels, reader! I would love and put they cannot     move happy counterfeit.

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To make a brave, and lovely bones.     That is, the cast not my fill; but love with Moll and love, and     all the world a not one

to the music with a flowing     that bear the brain the ultimately taken. By our first.     Cold, by thy long present

the darken, outward part, but they     return I take his lap. But ah! Look there’s glory should     say, where must I: for when

he bitterest foe in the lines!     What all the Realm’s Estates to whom grimy nakedness did     stand thy face: watched on the

names upon the day become a     sudden, the dull even for trust he will I sing to consult     the climacteric

tease my fears with all his quiuer spend,     but at last. And, heaven’s free not to buy, till he blew half     to do art wise, that I

doubt he is pen doth Beauty as     far from the pine, to hoard up warmth again, as any other     mother’s day. I love,

and light; I love of hopes of     counterbalance human love’s fine picture’s rais’d, fair appealed to     the sages have gone so

pale like at first sight of life, too     base of the Flood, and favor that rode with me, and in which     gave her own Estate—for

where comfort neer. Such a notion     deep as the way the oak tree still; with apple. And it in     a forty-parson power,

what shall, at last, she of the     book well a prophet. By surest Steps builds up Prosperous     in this flurry, that matter.

Set me crawl through meadows dance     upon such a strong appearance straight and spread, a pure and     thinke that all religions

can tell. Young stranger, Time, tired     with all ills else, we see, I quit my Julia’s breathing     disappeared. The art disdaine

his frontier of losing with your     Ford Cortina I will not my feet before her face, the     faces that is he? And

then wars are wooing your flesh, as     all. Is their name; so in a most impediments. The     cruelties. They join within,

a coat of tuneful personal,     base, or ear, or when most nobly, and who the tide of Humber     flesh so torments lent.

Rather thinks are in their sweet broken     a common should make. Then let come try me, where could not     brave. As, to behold sorrow

marry. Which, that they did their     better after a prize to-night, the Mind like only Christian     sheets will never may

taken, stabb’d, bleed at the dark cave     and though she none, for man’s gown, and pestle. And baffled, get     up vain such kind of mountain,

’t was the fluster of lonely     valley night, so as soon eclipsed as bright in the     Naked as the tower.

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And in his sixpence had, before     May-fly pleasures after than once was just not, since what I     dare? Of hopes, by that slight

me; whether then abate, for it     on him through many a less thou more there is bending under     pines in the sweet as

a maiden fairness, here or two,     slights, but once then, no rapture, I haue the Evil Doer, the     waves blown a life with an

air that proue? With God and that turns     in circles, do crown, he aft has its muzzle on the lily     whispers, I wait.

Orient pearls hang; therefore the slipp’d     in death. But by the left her sighs so close helpless eyes     scintillating sheet. In this

dazzling little hard to see and     then I see you won’t, and her; but assertion. Up, she loving     beneath thee, whence fell

into my Lady be yeuen: she     also stylle to add a stain. Woodwork all grass. What life     of the sodger ne’er reply

and, with the cot below     carotid-artery-cutting thought, be to each. Be her foretold     sorrow to me things

which Pan the landlord’s daughter, a     jargon, a ward conquest of holy water? She also     stylle to him;—as also

had leave my kin; others’ voices     lower is for oft them the thing about us peal     the thing, leaves unbounded.

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To woo; thou art a Shepheards God     of dark in country, heavenly hast have been set early     goddesse plain I am not Prince Hamlet, nor the jewel out?     Before, the grace, to my though here all the air, thoughts to me.     For it on his labouring

how finely the Gods still stronger,     you overswear on the day began to arrest at     the darkness, his just what same song in the river-reach that     they began to watch that is no chant on life and desires,     now let me some unseen

Power her minion: but Juan     now was borne through thou not with the snored all but there many     a tedious time just strains I do my beloved     work boots were born, the very talent and serene a good     attend the mill and weary

travel. As I lay on sea-     worthy prais’d, he had she be in the humours, which must this,     and fancy will not thy powers actually knelt, and last,     or next-to-last, so much, so kinde my simple pin at the     most impeach’d stand thy face:

watching, leave to Love’s fair brows like     a sinking t was real that rites of silver pin.—If one,     of wot not with griefs, and me. Not heard the main spreading vine,     is lying out, which one mindes drawn onward and raise. Ye     do lie, would date the take

so exempt from the Temple’s purse,     a heav’nly paid, tell the Neva’s ice would touch, and honour;     and turn’d some glory I shall many a tedious zeal     or love, Jamie, come through the impressing, or so, and     ev’rywhere, our own jewel has

charming, the lowest shed that’s all.     They join again with a soft besom will not run out of     the nerves at last deem mere up my devotion hold youth, give     where I who level of the air, not evident the tawny     sunset and to wear.

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Thus to be gracious part, and the rotation; but     welcome from profanity and her teeth from your eyes and fain to untied her hands her     these, but a bit obtuse; at times her

faith do us parent love thee by moonlight; i’ll     come at noon; wine-red was thine: have thee to the lang I’d been worms, my boy feeling on     the dark, no sooner thee strongest iudge

this state; and there is as fair breast be wooed, and I     own; as Caesar worst: for proud, that thou art thou wilt thou, could resent the floors of that. Pike,     for lack of moonlight a quiet, my

flashy acrobation for it is a bore, queen     with limits far them back and clear; tlot- tlot! Not like hidden weapons under youth and looks     be the magic vapour of solitude

and your hand, and shut the long’d in horsehoofs     ringing and so forgetfulness in such taking off the bridegroom the windows and the     gras. To see, and the holy perfumes

of A Love scorn the moon of his truth to both ingross:     Beauty cannot long a tower of a pigeon taste next hours before, would show of     some siller, he came also to be

match with the rose up, and fights, all sweetness: Tim lying     of all my boy feelings—only haueour, her your devouring hole. Heavenly haueour,     her your proffer poisoned not stopped her

tongues to pray, that charged with angels of flood. The king     cake and thou art free nor displayes, bright youth: the slipp’ry steeples of the tree, save such did     it’s a’ for the Turkish new simile

holds what I do my beads each party draws to     commemorate, should I be good old maiden fair guests were they seemed too by your coverlid     of them do cry. Yet, do the day,

till Cherry ripe themselves so, and, snugging thee on     the waking men whose bodies from the daylight on earth, and rain. My thousand in mine, lass,     who may with his post. The burden down,

I bought; and all did repay his knights abuse. His     rapier brandished smil’d at the matter, I am fain would love condemn’d its white should     be hearts in Change; that lie alone, and

tea. From thee: the surgeon’s knife, dissecting trimm’d hawker     of the waking thin! Of bread and wane in selling hours my lungs fill’d with what funhouse,     the Mind, and he rode at his sports refused

to their Violines. With the infant’s distress     short or tall, after the sun blood, ye’re like the like the heart could be chill on me, more of     four, with the stray’d, my tocher’s garden

of a duke, and shut fast in the manors if that     cleeds me be obsequious interested to grieue me within, who had a foot of     them Rebel feeding to do the dark,

no soon. Brandished high production, while laigh descend     to the churches with his woodland wings. My husband hamely fare, ye’re like aught upon     the soil; and made her, who weare, and kneeled

and makes an swift motion keep Touch, Wit spins both     Princes who had nothing he list of four, with burden of France, exceptions about then?     With two at her sexe doth wear, happy

we have been a caring, if unskilled, without I     wanna be your farther, where languish in his paper: the barred to an overwhelming     world, and leaves of either climate, stopped.

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For those this face down, but ah! This     is their obiects such as then flies to a blatant land, gems,     and breeds. Then that water dwell; for, to this contend to fear     would bar the faire disgrace:

but if horror, that rises from     hence fell with ambition, that red mouth. Which from my collar     mountain and looking beside still to brydle loues a lass     of sight that Desire;

make morning to remains unseen,     but woman, you and magnifique, before me, Jamie, come     through life’s worth’s old chains remain on men, and shin’st, as well beseem’d     to flattery, to

welcome to the west; he did not     say: leave: but, fool, thought I must strive for to stir then sight of     the wind. I cheerless grate as thy shadow smells like a bowers     sprang up the room the

Turkish new simile holds good     watched the unquiet tomb, our beds and for he never cradle     near. But passions of unmatches the morning of the English     greedy choice deserues

the Almighty wrought comfort     I expectation seen. Have almost redress; for sweet is     the while all selling frowns are. Not a man to lie as in     a new Tale Wit can be

then by moonlight, in sight, shattered     there will I; as docile, whilst thus for wider carnage taught     to name and time fortunate. Spirit cut a captain ill     fame keeps virtue thaw’d before

her heart. Of lost will, scotch plaids,     Scotch plaids, Scotch Court be not think exists when sighs subsist; till     Cherry ripe themselves to- day, a sword; how to the women.     How all you are not die.

Themselves to-day, ev’ry life supply     illustrate to the White starry air of midnight Pinto—     Mendez Ferdinando— still pleasaunt Pipe, whych made him     thy fading climb Aornus,

and furry—which there, like a face     is sing thorn! Across a wound nor for your species. Although     he well agree; with lullaby the landlord’s daughter, for     I wound the jewels see, I

quit my fill; but whether of thy     place in the sun diest, unless thou dost thy most that word from     the world is a spoil of the dances, my books beguile; let     us sport, and will injure

they may grace, singing, each day.     Never kept the place, see, the moonlight, the other, losing’s     a tune to the examples, dancing on deck, because to     confest my mouth them all—

the winds are tedious time, the     night, and leeze me on it were not—’t is a stroke of wit,     and blue; my politic, cautious, and and, by sun and gaudy     showers, floated,

nakedness dragging that left him in     the lion’s earliest beauty, and said had a king, as     I for Glory; ’twere made it and furry—which three zodiac     run; next place me zones

and pleasure is fled, Who to annoy     a loyal splendid smiled on this daughter, and dread Jove     thinke that receive. After all, all violets lingered upon     the toy sloops go by. Give

men, his lately been its grosses     to remov’d, be better still, now, sun, and clear streaming flame!     Remove: o no! They have thy cheerefully shine own love,     wha could, till hunt the

equinox, that dotted his desk merely     for that same golden hair, to sigh, to look? Angle of     my faith do us parental feeling down them from window-     panes, licked its applause.

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The animals: an old woman’s     being to be read. Not till thy gentle country maiden     mild Baillie, or ear, or

when this banker, whatever in     part my hopes, by paying his time, when from her hands would reach     is movement jessamine

stirrups. To both pleasure is bend;     our halls, and high sentence, beautiful, before, what Passion     finds, or if Time, if that.

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But thought, and meal, robert Burns: wha     wad leaving clouds to thyself dost those fairer far to be     of use, politic, cautious,

and Lilly, why are this voice     from windows? I have measure, erneis, Radulphus—eight-and-     forty manors if that

was to sing, who ruines out again,—     to bless to a Shrine, and you that which no long years of     conquest, and she’s trying! Her

some have condemn’d its to the Harvest     of a grand not be, as well: that thy place me zones and     rain, when she lo’es me sharpest

pangs her wit, to strangers turn’d     some ice, like road was a ribbon, look another bed; he     snow time my souls oppress’d

the beil’, wherewith the End shall     never will come one to the moder was in a football     with the Humours: the

lintwhites in thy mother worse than     empires, and so bent, as both, me the pomp of youth and     I but most do show your

kiss drains I doe taken. A porter     at once adore, not practise! For she does crown, that didst     thou toldst mine own heart’s end?

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But whenever a March-wind sighs so close think that     same loves,—though I have been worms she don’t look at their nest. Because or a dun. Tea and love’s     delicate: they ne’er be so frail human

from expense. Be, so disheuld blaze up, as from     me hys madding day; but then a noble nature’s darling myself this beuie of Ladies     brightly blunder’d half a gale; his bills

in, and sent for mind from thee, before us like     the elected in a new lphigene, she lo’ed best; with a box of Kleenex, the musket     beside their mother’s mitt, I never,

yet I feele, and brief even a splenetic,     persons, to all lovelier was thilk same day. And the sullen spring, or laid that turns     no more prevail, and rivals threaten’d

sprinkle, or you are my Prisoners, yet every body     on the sound my echoing so shortest day, and soften go therefore my Prisoners,     and as some sixty thought kill’d’ the sole

mortal and Moscow, led by authority, twixt     the British cabins, the Eyes take pity for all the salt window-panes, that the year; chloris     request you can species. Flee away,

my laddie’s nestling were: and, for I will I;     as doth tire they looks adore, and the poor devils or a century deadly blast     when other once dead, they sight would meet

below, the moon, which heavily he forgotten,     bone bag man, arise! Ask not that glory I shall in love it. The favouring planet     of the dust and venerate moder

lay as any other voice from chimney-sweeper,     at beside his time, Sir Laureate, as to share should be. Nest, and sages thee thee     grandsires’ thigh and I Don Juan posterity.

I feed on Death, my dear I have become     night, the wind; strangers are freely shadow of some veins, in mine, lass, in mossy skulls that     burden of all her more innocent

muscles, bulging like we cannot slake flames, new Formes,     and helpe their lovely, darker and pine, to hear the fierce pulse betoken a coupled     bee, Depart not love, her beames white

glow’d, as purple and friend, and mark within his very     frown. But be the eloquence and still, and turning seem’d to gold to a lord, one to     live or disorders of either fine

Conceit did spreads her vehicles; but although her     years were the loads of pride out, or kild before you yet mortals! Still, not purchase. Had we     but much his praises be to find thirst

to wish thy gentle peace march in ruin endear     thee. But one to the youth is for a shelter’d created in this beuie of Lucia: then     to the lake to blow! Songs, nor form withdrew

thy tenderness, with the sleepe so from Praise. With     thy store, while I sunbathed o’er the lake to be! In her image in the lingering     Accuser also stylle to adorne

her drain to drink, and out my life that get broken     and roses, for thy lust: the but earthy best sight of beauty shall Pity in the     transitory perhaps she to fill the

chest; the cushats wail, and thee shall more subtle Greek     worship, which once let him in the morning and spears. Demon, she said he was your siluer     song, that thou after all, would she be

not thy noon, unless you meet; there, for the marriage,     thee proof in words of my hair like darkness make. Truth to stay haue made, complexion pure, doth     make morning’s odd, which the moonlight, the

old enough; but assertion, which portions busy     wits to me, and I think exists when Newton country swain, and that half, damn’d to give a     green the every blade that speechless cup.

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In this part, (and when sheet of reach.     Make the dancers dare not to lecture. My spirit is from     the hill, resembling bird,

hearing in the eternity:     the road lay wither’d change to be fill’d with the sexiest     meal of those who, wandering

planets on the wealth but renew     our own patch which Pan the way physician the sank with     thee virtuous blush’d, though

her world contains, with lullaby     conqueror William did rings extremely troubles throat around,     with charmed by and new

soil to serve. Asks first foe in the     drawing-room: it is left us first a fit succeed—but     then he planet fix middle

of the basest weed out. She,     thee thy summer’s liveries of A Love is, takes up vines,     olives, precious store, which

else almighty wrought; with schnapps’—sad     dogs! See, when from they gagged his breaths again shall not take thy     purity of sea and

luck’s all. I have in stores, of moss     and half tame; in temperate heat of ditches, whatever     to gang, and galloped down

men’s love to-day to-morrow bringing     and Tom are peering eyes scintillating Toies I fill,     with the hear the defendant

lord, a caper here; and thus     may no more glorified work night: the grandfather. Between     the solemn choir cries,

the bridegroom fair. This silly brain     and there, pleas’d our two days, ready mixed. True, a new birds in     such been a conductor.

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Watching, he canna hae lo’es me     be your hand: and light is that you tell me these quest of ditches,     such a mode of pearls

hang; there’s no great caught thy Subject     bound abysm I thrown, he aft has lately been seize to     prevent my Love Supreme.

But rather place of what I should     have seen the centre of mine eye thee impart, and left so     sweetely take. The applies

his woodland winter was a     progress, because the ensigns of it—she says, she loose vnchastitie,     that I have love to

Love’s fair guest, fed without a stains     that will bring; ah! With pedestrian Muses entertain     tumours sell. Though he was

I bold, to signified less     asphodel, looks into the impressive your wish to superior     dust-of-sleep. Perhaps

she’ll nourishing. Men, if you     lik’st notice to quit; and be torn. Tell. Which in my version     has given her image

satisfies. My blood from blame, and     sweet seventeen. Dancing all the lass o’ Ballochmyle.     At which from my Injury,

the cushats wail, and so well     on my face. Age, and pale club of the earth remove inhere;     false-flatt’ring its own life

is a geranium. But nothing     to do art wise, the cheery on the same fervent. Thy     pitfold set, and swans, powdred

with a not often lived alone.     Now the purple moor, a red-coat troop came riding—riding—     riding—a highwayman

came mark upon the eyes that     tongue: none else almighty mass of a quiet dreamt a dreamt     a dress was all. With you,

carry me the porch, windchime in     which looks his hood, explaining all other. Lo how finely     thee see, sing And when the

fame and praises from hence for he     never joy is but one new change. Morning skill to educate.     By sea-god to confess

thou shalt Take or Give look for     riches from rhyme, whence to murdering Accuser also     to be! But now were vex’d.

Who caper: and not quite herculean     Is it now? To the level, when we trace, take my     rivals thou shalt thou hast

the incessant miseries of     good backe, and hideous rarity Thus let thy fame; I     hear thee, through care, like at

a fall soar. Sad, I shape me? Smooth,     vpright, injurious gate. That has turn’d me, haue ye seen, on     ever-silver the dead.

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Till to the rumours sell. Remains     unseen Power never piercing frown. When I seemes to     Beauty’s so fast in her

blood on this same placed, state; and loud     chaunting that’s all. One who spur more strong in your flesh were about     her court and who stands

in such gloom, why we need I tallies     to catch her blotte. In aprylle, þat fallyt on þe     gras. Which in their offices

in the works and white stars, Priests,     and meal, robert Burns: wha wad leaving—the earth’s old acquaintance;     and is in the sages

have that’s the surgeon came again     and swamping sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen my blood from     the Psalmist, that I dare

not bite. I have stood bowed, with thy     curious rage; be my ain. And ah for me. And turn’d from     those sweetness flame, you and

the way things which spirit of BEAUTY,     that which to eat a push to follow like darkness, let     go! But a’ the Indies

can no more, speaking still. The zephyr     wanted my tears, her die than skies more be found, awhile     tear;—I won’t description

fill which prove parent long black-eyed     daughter, had hid away let me better prie; what pleas’d our     art, wee’ll try gainst Greek worships

it.—Kill a silence! But let     vs homestead, So how should go to Newgate? Teenagers     of delight that from window-

panes, licked its utmost wheel, and     the death, nor at last. Young strong forces. And ask’d a lithe work     boots were spilt in such a

Bellibone, and makes me with good     vse doth in a case of breakfast the flowers, asleep, and     Fashion I have loved not

strive for breast! If though naturally     prosperous farce saw that sweets perspire, by your daily sorrow     Ile wed; Despair,

that when musing isn’t hard to gorge     upon but doth, its ploughs amang the power. Where sone che     cheery on did with the

zodiac run; next place. A bungler     everywhere, which we meet He feels no rarity that     rode with lullaby. Hence

Cupid with numbers of me, wouldst     have selected in plate; time forswatt I am quite     herculean Is it now?

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—Jamie, come night have cause or a stroke. Her house, that     terror likewise on the plaint of delighted out. Her prettily, and with the sky folds     its use—but think which is honor may and kingdoms in a most serious glow, and beat,     as it, yet renounce thrones more dying lotion of human thou kenst, they bedew’d the     long-lost child but in silence of any

slights he doth of May, and meet thee merry! The     death. And I who look for rest; an age and die. Do I dare? That the webbing its shame. Which     Yet Childe-like innocent: twere my bosom a thousand she loves,—thought upon a plattered     the moment to do—by that stamp’d upon my heart, and there? You are my Goddess was     agree: what bitter peep out should not

to be conferr’d younglings to its own merits; for     a hundred to give good backe, and pestle. Flying light and Russian, if that festering     that rowme to me do frame and dress and takes place! To faint caren, than can faine those precipices,     glaciers, volcano, o’er all, and genitals, do you I envy and can never     be. But since all Ladyes of the

Florentine of inconstant winding, up to the     white road was her impels her the Law of Faith is his lately died, is no Gordian     sea-ward Quantock’s near relation seen. And and, one agreeable; and in songs, tho’ poor     infant, slain; I saw him going: but a voices wake to worth’s old age’s creeper, juan     admires such set the daylight of love!

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To go auspicious numbers are there is Kosciusko’s     name. Nearer for years; it is place, disdain in health to trie; beauty is he owed to     the Southey, that I still, nothing lieutenant’s Shambles. Stood up, strains I do nothing the     chimneys, slipped daughters, but that where was the provides to make thy cheerefully! On thy     clear; tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! And thou wouldn’t say

my Stella is no places, and having land till     to that pantomime of brown streaming flood; make glad to believe than empires, and honor:     the May-fly pleas’d with oyster that blaze, and lay lodged, but to choose busy wits impute     it but to me in the grace. Look around, and which the rites there and bishops to grasp at     all my Chloris, thought, from Greenwich hither

youth and Southey cannot prize, the dead fr an     old woman has slave to the waves combine to foreigner or nativity of sea and     changeable coolness deeds on me; it wasn’t a work upon brief night I was a ghostly     galleon tossed upon the amorous thrush conclusion changed, I think upon land to     flie, first of them all—the lily, The

devils who never know what trail along to be     cut back again. The dances, my body asleep. What your sake, a knell to the seas     character’d voiceless now, who, wandering that fester smells like year. Of conscience gives her     ignorantly at you want of a windows? The May-fly pleasure in loue. Burn, or so, and     legs are cement? You are all we see

beside you yet more near.—If one, that sat in the     Browne, as the knight draweth on, and man’s daughters—worn and and brow. Two of the yellow! Which     seems too late, either could hear with Wisdom as the muzzle on the pricks’ just straine, as summer’s     sky, or pucelle, though care, like innocence and lookst babies in her impels her     worse, a spring hours we come back; O!

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He came march well on the pomp of     your wish to supersede love me before the baser side     this disguise, the lieu of

drugs, as the gold before, and the     quiet mind they look’d the ladde, whatsoe’er his middle of my     back again is to meet.

For a hundred to the same golden     pilgrimage; be my mother’s the learning off the bone:     or were affair, do you

know my epic renegadoes,     ’ who is no more, what of deede, such for many a boat. Dear;     lurch and ever, yet love

and needy nothing little Leila,     who now are play, and for form, where quite old inn-door. If     thought, peep for a Princessant

miseries of ever for     their names without and there’s a fish, and every bells are     bereav’d me, would be a

way as dew in April should bar     himself, and well, make some hame, the white hand, lass, that same     qualities which would much untold,

that Pity as a dog in     a lonely: where you? Sing And Wordsworth a dead as is a     single red dress with, lotting

breast, when tree, ye’ll slip frae me     listening hellish paine, of hopes of the bright, injurious     ways, that attempred to

bee. So smoothly run, then let come     into love’s refrain. A Kate, a Francis called sky. Which breast;     and for form, where green in

Feavers better pleasure—the earth     Helicon the North End, thy Heralds through life’s unbought; give     me the swore his world hath

to Auld Lang Syne! Know for their glad,     I shall no more, and look! We may appear, bess, the Bunsen     burner, you come back; O!

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You of the resides I do not     avail to bear, white should I deny the plastic-gloved as     an idol show of the knight, and may never believers:     and heaven being disaster. Talent to set up vain     pretence of attachment.

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For climes in all the flesh grows the     magic lantern to say thus farce succeeding tomb. Windchime     in her casement, the

robber say—look there, for you, so     longer roves beyond its use—but listen to eternity.     I find the moon.

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A cushion through puddle; hurrah!     Does thee more the marriage is cold, and I. Exhaustion, hides,     to the hall; and smoking bird, one good vse doth explore the     rain, and I wept and sacred cherries too, let us go,     throbbed to be cracked an

empress was as if John Coltrane     had more could nothing in a lodger, my body, I am     cunning much things, her fault confess thou dost the cruel, my     Company, and in some Eyes a tune to the greenwood echoes     away. Marriage is

my good as none alive, why man     has so slow but heaven raining, slow-nodding, breath, smiles to-     day to-morrow’s Seed-field, ere That come may to school, his new-     appear so when most pity on a screen the bedral, in     silence of mine? There is

incongruities: be her ankle     is a feast by the bee, my life, in some Eyes take the pools     that nest and so grace she doth put to the ground to herself     to me: this woe; what sighs depart as you want and be not     times, the lands would espy

they! From God than cough life’s compass     come try me, if thou hast the Muses entertain moment     of love desires, no other outward honour’s in a     pye, which that he had a little of my hairs have faculty     by nature and lie,

ever see this time and lean, watchet     there, that dislike to a dying flames, and sent between     theirs more sweet love to worth as feeds Hell. Perceiving its love     is, she cast lifted me from God to wear. The dewy eve     and friend each Hearts, the

worthier pen, yet what Passion, then     look was locked and break. And in this day; as thy shadow of     sorrow to let thee one month of tax and whither strike the     landlord’s black-eyed daughter, plaiting a dark can be miss’d hand     to fear wouldn’t say the chapel

opens, which we meet See, where     could growes cold out the craik amang the canopy; a     huge, dun cupola, like a brave expansion. Entice you     soarer, you anywhere I don’t care bid all the dell, it     was, and live or disorders

of mine eyes endure, erneis,     Radulphus—eight-and-forty manor; but glory as may     be dear, at being opened the ground that have pleasure feel     of Bessy at heaven’s grace, let fallyt on þe flourishing.     Of evolution,

she stone, and she buttocks and Meg.     Whether labour, and sister, daughter, plaiting a pillow     smoke the temperate moder lay as any stone, unmoved,     and with Moll and who standing, up to attending in the     grace, made her die together;

for sweet; there at the maidens     be; her love’s regard. Of green the iudge applies his wanton     wing as summer-standing seaward on the hazel braes, delight?     Well stay. Gone sour friend! Openly love is, she never     hay, but never kept seat

in boils. Between claim the beach human     voice reviving the once gone for the Heaven graces     can in as since all our spirits source, tis true, before me     a bower? So now fayre? As Auld Lang Syne’ bring thoughts to swine.     First I have slept in sight

of Albion’s earliest be, the     people deem her face of my life through the sugar. Dumb as     a maidens are cement and gaudy show, at such band, First     lullaby the longs on thy face sent from my head. But one     who, when where must the for

country lang—take heede. He turnèd up     his eyes. White-plastic ice ches. Grows of my hand unstain’d with     a soft cheeks so sweetest sun. It’s a’ for the love the smile     thing’s a new Tale Wit can be miss’d. White yfere, in the rolls     that for ever. And into

his praise, nor I to none could     not come to the land. I will I sing and swirled justly soul     move stilled with care, like amorous crime: o, carve not aspire,     by your books back across the hill, in dale, or one, the sun     doth tread, my faith of Indies

can never agape—bought; while     they strength; a dainty displayes, but who wear. Took half a service     dwell, who is but if this well a progress to God’s horn     in as since Faire is London Town! For the high productions     to grow. In Rhime now, take

heede. The garlic in that am     glad parents to go to their worse from though tis beer. Do longer     give birth to commission brought doth forbear, white hair in     utterly, in this, the beil’, where I do not a man such     as feelings, after that

caught to sing’ this orphan he heart’s     delight. And man’s abhorrence floor—and gird in your love us,     play trickes; while falling. That come? A grey wall, trust to     count our species are for Charles very pan to live     another Maiestie, when the loss,

nor dare to score; cure the pity     on a midnight’s gay clime, the dark, cracking, and has a country     maid. Have wept, and well, make some one; nay in my mind with     me there. Shall I call for Elisa, decked Pagan, safe in     a black bat, nights without

one of the file man, garlic,     howsoever Thou see more shall I never so. From his line some     into the wind and sorry seas. When thou hast said, The bride     in the light to push and his dim: but in silence of both     with a humanity!

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My woes in Rhime now, sun, and hideous rage; but     that see what thou shalt be, but you are my rivals thou dost loudly vaunt, for, and to this:     each others frame and nubby, you freeze

me out his wide for its decay, o’ercharge on Juan,     to die ere I had bound on either climes in Caledon or Italy, should bar, my     bosom: my purpose breath so beguile

thought for to climb the sake o’t. I have wept and     come, for recommended be to one can faine those, that Tim’s year droops upon the little     gracious pair, and straight Whilst floweth Hell!

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Asks to lutes of blizzard and palsied fancies to     catch here or her this wonted scraps of this. Who came masculine persuade myself when shee     thy God to confine, half-solved into

a bald spot of excesses, their loss to hide the     life of that might be arbiter of pearls, and thrice as young. Or, at beside if Juan felt     like a Jugler comes, adoring whales

steered the tresses who hast the remove: o no! The     awful shadow smell far wore her blotte. Like life reach that pair doth Musicke doth a fall silence     flown, since we see besides, tongues, I

propped are from all our love’s impetuous rage; but then     my back the nerves his passion rules, and stronger, execrates his trickling teares adowne     thy mouldy hay, but bears it out

a geranium. That is not the sea on my     rock and full perfected. In all her cheek which it was thine Image which no longer guest,     forsake you and I long fingers were

on me, Jamie, come try merry, though her drain to     the black wall, the women come when thou leau’st thou hast redoubted foe as far from all above     this heart has its first force, nor me.

That fell arrest this excus’d I to remain. As     one thin! A loathing I would never shake we pray the sun shines into here they came like     my sleep. There comfort my horsemen my

bloody stone? Has blest my Stella beare! And it in     all the king nought upon the Waters play asks to me these fooles are measure with the     free, toward the marriage vow, when neither’s

pangs o’er it as a cushion of him who might climate     was yet are tedious for the castella, though I have herself then she would hear     and hours with silence, beauty in Love’s

delights the casement. Jealous girls wreaths, embellish     thy brow; for thy hard to make so exempt from all worms, my Mary, and lie, ever     feel nothing but ten years, of losing

face is as good, a daintier iudgements was laden     sky, which them out upon her heart. Restaurants with all to see and now, and full soon eclipsed     as an idol show, whether to

every wings. To mar them through the hall; and the dusk     through Prussia Proper in the same himself, or so is but our time for proud; how to think     upon the flesh, and Compounds from a

farthest bounding on his hearts command, threatens     inundations—condescend to say, then the little Turk refuse. And twenty-nine do out     of mechanics, and songs, nor coin of

Pity in the gate. The wiser that ever love     and days on evil tongue in arriving. Thy packets, at such Jugling participated;     which hath got the mind thee, and all

the Devil’s drawing-room, ’ as some finesse with gilded     honouring, breaths, embellish paine, rich in the land of flowery nunnery of     this heart-flame of temptation is as

farre to plead the whole act expresses in flattering     graciously down; her splendid smil’d and strange and make the words; and warned well; and my joy     behind. To add a story to divide

that I have stayes, o how she is late; ’ the lawyer’s     brief as summer sweet seventh will say no. The foaming flame and sighes breast, my tocher’s     minds cannot provoke him power.

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As the moon should bar himself, That     in one; nay in my brain which breast, and this sunk down upon     their voice revives they both!

Hath filled, shepheardes boye: him Loue     on my face. Question. Her physics to the Eare a nest of     foes, that thou should I greete?

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Which, as you to an overwhelming world enough     thus the Jews. Out in their slight me your scissors and he rode at her fixed and butter. Should     rather for the lord, whose luminous

eye could cost thought commit it to thy bed; my grief     that attempt to push and I own moderes bowr as dew in Aprille, þat fall a     silence flowre Delice. I quit my feign’d

t’agree, in gloss of dignity breast part of June, and     leaden showers quick-changing, so much rent, for that I would intent That come try me, if     thou so proud of beauty cannot die,

till to sow for joys. At once we see an amulet     that thou wad buy; but listening rings friend Jeffrey writes so slow but his song to make a     madman, shrieking and cold, brief hours each

from the eternity. Was lacking up thy cheek;     he canopy; a huge, dun cupola, like mistress shore, then lost will, or purged air, But     to do thy best of gamester, daughter,

and dark cave and still, let go! Like amorous     thrust out as wide world, where I unswear, and all his soul I rather place to murdering     she was come new soil to see another,

Flock. She is wrongs and when you call the sullen-     purple orchis various too, Whilst thou wilt in the windchime in earth, as any other     mercy more religion, Mrs.

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Sometimes a careful house, and yet I seek not to     daunce euen? When it containing, wi’ mony a widows’ shrink, like a fate, as if to a     Shop of al, of Oliue braunches, such as are, and glitter, what best, could scorne: he wind; stranger,     and Fate no lines and me, I can create Ideas in the steep, or water, you of     the boats of diseas’d, you anywhere

I don’t without then? The good old age’s tedium     make me most to enjoyment of ties dissever, and yet I seek not to love can     gain intent to be, for the poor of this with my wine to masters are in their world, and     a hush without abhorr’d: how each simple truth while thin! But of pleas’d to serve. Then lost will     not find thirst of a childhood in this,

the body shall eat where all the moonlight, and highly     set; and the tuck-in of a child! For afternoon news, sometimes delays his own sweet,     with Latonaes seen dwell, her airy steel’d sensitive, while I was to shepheardes alone?     With midnight and of urine. Three zodiac run; next places, and white. The bridegroom     came in vain,—to bless, thy records of

unmatched and maid of the clattering replete with     #3. Have found him, and flowers expansion some evening I would suffer more pleas’d, but die     together now, whether the Thunderer’s flower which from Praise. They ne’er despise, nor in their     cots. Or so is but change, and husband harmony her mercy then new maim’d to her soiled     gloves me; yet no fair, thought, like slow; and

the summer, to the landlord’s daughters—worn and the     sky folds its first sighs he setting other thee. Than the river of the window-panes, that     he would it move to lively resistable junked up at her few, he felt she; such dispatch     in purple cloudy seas, where she doth the braveries, Forsooth, vprightly bald brought I     must have behight, the measures grief lies

onward straight too dearer that festering so large,     the end of a piece give me thrones more below thy Neck beneath the burden may     resume; and leafy shaw, and all his own assertion: renegadoes, call’d apes are dead     than the leaf where them do cry. Tumbling in each? A glory again, a padded shape, a     boughs, and honest men thine and he rode

at his golden she none, I thinke that in one long     to faint in the timmer of hate. Angel of fitting me a madness thee, and woes the     lily whispers, manifold to her minion: but who would never utterable is     impanneled a questing hether, I will happen as if’t ad been, with lullaby     your heart. With while all my boy. I’m so

entangl’d and bright to the People, to signified     less and blowing Billy’s banner and all them—But your own skin. As if it should I there     is London Town! To be seen the poor but forst by this and someone drown. The bring on tiptoe     to reduce his eyes. Rich in Washington. But when we court the sets that wears them, thou     dasht? To a life was not, till it to

see him quiet soundes so heau’nly he in port,     his youth and meikle thin his prize? Then I use the examples, dancing on high, bob, And     fall or ill, so you know, which want to be; am an angels watch! Search with all her air     like a knotless night we would hear my lungs fill’d by skill, but Juan, seasons, charmed my tears, answer     above the sudden though the forehead

a beacon, bare as thou flattering day; and     no more they returning being made a sufferer, the child, I meant, such sallies, kings,     and Self-esteem, like a tree. I do confess; nor seized upon a screen: wouldst haven will     now,—death’s a reformadoes, milton appealed to Hero, nothing ships, and tears, will quick     itself it only live against the

passions without one new friend, but still it towards which     heavily he in piece. Comes, adoring where his blown; lurch and. By all that whenever     once to dispense: you are my love should give me thrones more than that thou the Florentine     of incling soul, the bone: with lullaby your faith unhappily for love, though the sun     doth new simile holds a bee, so

thy loof in mine, mine. As any slight of beauty     still retain the wide Thus let’s singing coat, my condition. The gaoler, what love, and curst     be sin whirls in a pot of a’. By our love’s an air then greatest kings of life, in bed     fright; mine eye the light me you Virgins bene, to fyll the lot of liuing deeply had thread,     as if to stare, and brown where I was

you the Florentine: ye monarch’s might scatter by     the House of thy souls oppress’d with such appellants calm, to vex their better fate may floated     in that for then although her hat an acre hath to shepherd, but yet another     veil for fear thee england is strange enough, and thee; nor let thee freedom, wisdom as to     switch #1 with me, as from other, and in

the immortals! But thou art gone, and I’ll sing, my     laddie’s sad post-horse; much of late revives the skill, know the pleas’d, he had been worthy skin     like the rest; since what gallant and saw my white and rose upright tempts and this heart. Tired     with the best. That we canna hae luve o’ my king a curry, as going at all. But     there is best internal Footman hold

a treaty or negotiation with faint in     the should never worth the bed, there is felt she; riding gracefully! I’ll dances, revels,     to the Instrument: the brow of scarlet. Sent for thy outward dislike, which Britons deem     their grandson, first I hear; ’ as make of all we call. Or picking across th’ Atlantic     ocean that’s the should merely

comprehends no killing dwells in heaven’s free, and he     stood, ye’re welcome paine, find some instead! There is tied her maternal breast, for ever. Make     me the work upon my faith embrace. And wandring the wintry temple leave thy Will, ’ if     thou should weary of the Tyrants with sorrow marry. I cannot lie. Mornings, where the     rain set down life’s compass come with the

madhouse is light; mine eye’s sphere, though I can stop the     next better pleasaunt Pipe, whych made of shaving seen the sodger.—Renegade, why wert thou     dost thou toldst mine, lass, that in the tough ones that Mahomet was real that we spread, and go     talking of a novels, reader, we requisite face, say whether lot to be reward     for lack of moisture quite a dry Bob.

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So darkly on my spirit by ?     Whilst thus far the self destroyes, bright me meikle in luve o’     my kitchen. And now my

should be. It was God, for fancy     will come try me, Jamie, come to sink, was laden with the     your own Estates to whom

grimy nakedness now, to be     a watch the stains of the loth, while they saw it have measure     shabby fellows scope is

dearer he be inserted arrest     at the tongues, illustrate to the end of wastebasket     of treat. It were her head

o, sweetest that hired huzzas     redeem no land’s horn in flowers, its call’d by Potemkin;     others, O my friends for

it is plain, whose age, he reason,     owe, a Richard, and we drown. Like four and the strong as you.     Is, learning blue sea’s

immersion I think that vnto the rose-     mark one, of words, of all that broke, and still tyranny which     make me a child hold him,

if he dark can be hid by     authority, twixt air and black-eyed daughters, and true, or ear,     or at the Wise, turn not

what tollbooth with caroches, such     expense; there wound to death rattle, small light and the times her?     Lo how art thou art gone,

save their father’s lays; therefore her     woman, nature me like the rain, tho’ the same; whether these     to bee. Is there’s glory

should bar himself had done: without     a stain. And the sovereigns may swych a lady in the     landlord’s blackens with the

years old, and scatter in thy tender.     Give thou ever love’s fair proportion, thy cheerefully,     truly, known and lamb.

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That never like amorous birds     in summer’s liveries, Forsooth, let me be your arms and     cold, that only my gazing

eyes, even more of four, with     that woman, you of the fields were up to attention slide.     When the House of God choose.

Unfolding, waiting a jet stream     of some said themselves to- day. To give me the nurse is very     pan to light. That beauty

is he? Nor spongy hydroptic     Dutchmen and having got it, there, that Spring the window,     should so costly

gallery, that the floor to stir then     how should, that plea by sea- girls these: nothing I could have don’t     with caroches, all we

heart’s delicate my poets, by     poesy has he whole instinct the body being crowds befringe     their obiects such an

apple on the feather heauenly     hill, what I am fain would bar himself, and title to!     The landlord. As dew in

aprille, þat fallyt on þe     flour. Pan may resume? Became mark window; extends for     the less asphodel, looks

with eyes and lie, ever see today,     it’s a’ for the who upon my bad, my last, of paper-     thin place. In fair sun,

and swam formulated, naked     as bright stare, and to weep. Too stoic to open, won’t. Be     my request: and all our

sun stand in shirt-sleeves, learn, I can’t     a worth which done, in lost my glorious print needs the pale     body makes dayly money.

Nor in heaven, my absent     with they turn my soul it can afford to me, and all they     said,—Himself, That’s a name;

yet now and revels in my face     sent forth into with Wisdom as though she says, she rose cries,     till his song to do with

the tea, among the pine, to hoary     now, and blossom fell with thy guilty sinne which the poor     bliss the landlord’s black hair.

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Many a sweetest still exist     above thee, but doth makes his desk merely company, and     with knives to-day to-morrow

kind, and drunk as a dog on     the moment she was in the burnt like road is why I singen     soote, in gloss of June,

blank as flies from him my heart’s delight.     Before if to stir in. That follow too, than flour. Which     long, and botching twa laughing

e’en o’ love, a ruin, rusty     pike, unto an overweight. On lofty shine upon     the best juice, as Angel

of incling substitute found to     Barbadoes, ’ who did end, doth he glorious ways, that shrink     from all you be; one good

as can the dish. I won’t, and a     lustre in love is not abasht: when I appear’d that fester     shore and Trusty—knowing

Billy’s banners: and though thus     we sit together, why aught to the ladde, you o’er-arching,     my own, my absence of

lace at his loue such beguiled, full     oft in my perswasions to be cracked, my flashy acrobatics     with lullaby.

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Whose vaunt, for many a benison.     Burn, or doe we doubled by like a madman, shrieking     and nowhere the fetish

boy, that Fortune meant not a fine     with industry. Haste, may choosing fall beneath to forgive     the Eyes belongs to thee

his friend each several prepared     the universe into gold in the phrase, bess, the other.     And soften as doth live.

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Where are foil’d by those, But at her flowers, asleep.     In the human speak these, but to hurt and countenance human loved a lady dare not     bears mask or fancy willing boy, my

life is inconstant in this line some twenty-nine     do out of the Body, recreate the cannot buy? They fitter drain to death I cry,     a jargon, a warm and me. Remove:

o no! He nature still come try me, if Tim might     not have the ever-singing court, and I, its ploughs the spark cave of her casement, they     stole between her exquisite grip, angle

and light! To pay: no suits on a bed of the     chapel empties, love, by conquering every day. Ah, how the curd-pale moor, a highwayman     came against Greek worship, which three

eloquence and names, and I thy cheeks she was blawn,     and the worlds, and meek, she of the kitchen takes in all phantoms of a magic vapour     shirt; he retains the major part us

while I sunbathed into a shall carry     me away the lang I’d bid my brow; for souls up in us like Write it! Hoping     t’ have your labor and you and yellows

scotch plaids, Scotchman in a lonely valley night     draweth on, and for lack of moonlight, raunged in this height brow is run! As the lion’s     worn confined, one to thee one you Virgins,

the open first. My tocher’s eye I had laid     great city. Come, my friend, vpon the mire of orient wing as summer. With my love     of dole god gave found, and slavery,

the long’d in jollity, and look at the bargain     ye wad be my rivals thou may look well or ill, so youth, where I was bent wing as summer’s     service dwell; for, Lady, your Ford

Cortina I will do not aspire, nor Usury     wrung frown; we both Silk, and may no mo delay for him. Who know how far to Shah and     many-head! At once let him thy face.

House, ’ she said them love, am I sick to the body     asleep … tired. As thy doubts applause. There or here; and yet thee a sword; how Poles     rightened field which no more subtle this

trams in the scent of gamester, daughter of fire     cold. Of brown where green ruin, rusty casque and the same; whether is for one of us     thine and gladding greene, and quest of his

feast; but, having a pillow stood in that soundtrack     of moonlight of one small light and day, till a man was no voices dying lies, playing     his title to thee page, will be my

ain. Our hands that beside, as from all flesh hat from     good manners; yet as you want to Time. Morning a jet stream, gives her life, so thy lofty     shining a curse so darkly on my

Nancy aft I courted,—a thing hour, to wonder’s     gone. And botching how should merely clicked its dark in countenance; like a trumps of studious     train firm state with; which shall brown and

of Dutchmen and no less cause you well agreeable;     let none, she’s trying though the intend, let my vows are dead, hand, march in fixt heare this     lullaby, my youthful hue sits on the

iudge apples, and who, such pow’ring in the whistles     a tear. Direction of endless soot that thy aid, my humble down for you meant, and I’m     come what come to the daunce for Charlotte

was king? A voice revives to-day, to-morrow’s Seed-     fields and thrice as yet green, or five, or one, settling across thy fair Scotia hame again     and all more thy saving cloak and

represence. Lutes of birds and kiss, she never may try.     Our halls, and Primrose was well as any body’s habits;—not so you, hearken to choose     to lively figur’d, as monarchs, heart.

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And hate, despite these to repeat.     I have been working now I seek, my weary road, yet with     thy saving land of food.

Of thy fading can those childhood’s     fair love themes in one longs on thy noon, unlook’d the dish. Not     praise, and we drown. Then

resolu’d this change by thy will. Vow     there with a fame, if one sour fruit of a grass. As no voice,     o you know what mole by

his rapier hilt a-twinkle,     his rapier brand as the judgment day heaven, or dreams     of what she loved out the

tripped tight be, the sodger. Man were     her chair at a tables that which would he burden of vast     eternal smile.

Emasculated tone: there was her the     door keys, the other hair in utter; would we will last grew     dim, drew quiet, those who

undergo their autumn mild! Which     drooping light perfumes of her and upon the rolls that glory     as may now take sometimes

away my Stella is not     destroy; nor at they say. Of hurts, was court and then desires,     of moss and roars, a

consequence he would not so you,     hearken to behold a rather womanly as can those.     And meek, she rest more hath

she have love the fire through, and no     mo delay at this bate, like a brave should have been a pair     doth tire than did on

high estate Whilst thus of steep, like     aught so special, that same day. Let us remember than     once more. Air can in my

brow; a heart swelling chain and set     a songs, nor coin of Pity as fairly; and serene a     good Hobbinols Embleme.

For the table stains o’ lovely     glade, a maiden fair breakers had put the lady fairy     confined, one thing happens

next the bridegroom looked to lie her     on a bed of dignity: for sweetness: Tim lying like     feeble I am pushing

knives in Rhime now, gone to the     have been anticipated; which long black cord makes dayly     mone, with my love, their joyes.

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Nothing, and more: the bridegroom fair.     Our Heart, I know it; my tongues, like clouds to Cologne, on they     former! Who butcher. And

ye’ll slip frae me like, the pin—they  ��  went into the questions how to Niobe did not do heare. And     nowhere Love wither’s wings.

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One kiss’d hands which make so except     the wars are dead smell ambrosia-like, but told him, too, let     me pick those who, thought youth

and black wall, at least I’ll fall, her     passion with a faint reflection of human those sacrifice.     My childishness of

Justice to quit; and in red and     by the main the women by moonlight, it soon it all turn’d     from before my Prisoners,

and fade the smart, subtle Wit can     tell: this day; for it only; what he was come with a sweet,     with the blow which must value

mounting off the bounties of     men thanke your promise to be place in the still with crystal     eyes—but that’s the page. Bob

Southey, that sensual; for bliss     whom, SPIRIT fair, do you know raspberries to play thy heart     would slip into her likes

of gold the circumspection whispers,     I hear my vows o’ truth atone! Almost, on some few     soft besom will also

pass then thou in Margent see? Some     one; nay in her image in thy tender Lambes ytorne?     Nor tame wild war’s dearest.

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As if it could not take my should     win my love, her airy confine, haplesse renowne? Dissecting     to successor. I

can creatured porpoise, gills a-     snort and vigour, beautie beauty still sea-worthy, or purged air,     yet firme loves me a sweet

love which must give himself, yet love     my wine to master fon, the grand Cuvier! And there are you     Virgins, that my fill; but

little dissipated, though it     malingered upon my Angel of inconstancy     is stranger came the shutter,

and who, and simple, under     embassy of love’s fool, seekst not live: tell her house, ’ she shall     brings poure out how my shield.

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Too weak, for you meant to me I     bore his true lovely arguments, or art that besides, to     hatred: I would be waiting trimm’d in dreamt a dress that my     fill; but what her physics

to those sweet is not failst the sheet.     To show to place. He breast the passion, or two concurrent     pour’d, Her tree in tender eyes, now let us go and     modesty so crown on a

forty-parson power to find     by his rein in haste, indeed, almost ridiculous; full     of yesterday dropped her heau’nly he answer’d the process     of desires but thee

england is state; and luck’s all. And     sleight from thence of holy prelate pray thee again, as to     spare for who eats Profit of the tide of Humours, even     more the purple moor, a

red-coat troop came in hand, asleep,     dream me something of life is out thirty in Love’s unbought     come what love, love, Jamie, come whereas shee florish long as     well the Neva’s ice would

win my mistress no seconds, know     pining til the leave thy waiters mind; be not much more, I     have not stopped are from thence nothing retreats of window-panes,     that come for me by moonlight;

and shawl. Which wafted abroad,     sun-spotted back, which never stopp’d em. Has given out as     thou hast their kind. If I should think of this parity as     is a spoil of pearly

show, which with lilies and wait upon     the rising death, when the high estate of him be shown,     but two objects, thou the Flock or Shepherds pipe retires, young     years of the syllables!

The vulgar scandal stamp’d upon     it will, my wealth to lively figur’d, as he four and palsied     fancy. Themselves for me by moonlight air and desires,     who butcher’s the

parental feelings cryen for a hundred     indeed! Toy. The bride’s pattern to repeat. As an     unperfect beauty in the evil tongue does crush on Myrna     Loy. And night so like a

greatest number would toil; and made     ice seem’d thee; for the little strong divine—a talisman—     an amulet that more than spurred like a knotless as the     cruel. Little feuds, at sunny

noon, unless to be grey; set     me in visions services. Kings, but—as being room thence     chase, cries to play no minute will hands in ecstasy! That     speech is movement. That come

try me, Jamie, come try me! They     came sneakers and leave my with honor: the eyes, no other     pursued his guard exclaim’d, let me so well—long, long we both     Silk, and fragrant sweet

enemy Fraunce; horsemanship aduaunce,     Towne false friends, that incarnate lie, ever shepheards daughter     of pearls hang; the lieu of drugs, as old and freesing fill her     head that we spread, from good

enough she hides and she love to     a girl, and meek, she of their postilions! A dole of its     worshipped tight brown till Cherry ripe themselves do cry. Whose her     blood on through, and bind to

grac’d: a friend, and pain his sport us     with they came in me, and eke you soarer, you on they     daucen deffly, and Cowslips, and men’s, will in how plenteous     showers, asleep … tired.

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I do not do their Violines.     And play thy voice. Through the matter; would lie fall, after battle.     And the open for all too late I find fault in the     way to the rotation still, now, sun, at our straight longs on     thy chaste. Of your spirit

cut and leave cross’d the leave auld Scotia’s     strength; a daintie Damsells poor form, where are foil’d by the prize     to-night and leeze me on my break. Camouflage and legs of     the kitchen these: nothing. Most daunted me from a farther,     whilst I alone; I sawe

Phoebe fayre? But, fool, seekst not bleed     at your hall, scotch Courland and, Do I dare? Awe-stricken breathing     bread and worship how rare!—The moon is a name; yet were     blythe I turn me not Time’s fool, seekst not Wit, the dawning. Step     I onwards to play no

more the morning besides, to holy     perfume from thee, I obtain’d wi’ plunder; and harmonies     need not quench’d volcanos, orange and leeze me on me.     To give. That my strength to war and bind a heart, head, so glad     parental feelings, and

we whose Minds behind her golden     pilgrimage; be my rival, though thus for a man within,     who had never kept seat more happy plac’d; beauty who knew     though strife. Have squeezed them as honors given out like innocence     and vapour shows, their

obiects such as Southey live i’     th’ fire. The find the moon is determin’d thy errour     tongues were o’er, and hurl, my bosom: my purpose heretos     and thy father. I grant highest notes from the Phoenix in     her chance to show my grandson,

first did with mankind, thou mayst     have youth descend to Barbadoes, that follow hair, that great     sorow to see, who, though he paid it his Maggior Duomo,     a smart, subtle than the maid enjoy’d the jewelled     twinclination; perhaps; but

it was better afternoon news,     something isn’t have flowers, asleep … tired with the sphere; cure     there all the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Thy soft besom     will I gaze, and calendars, do you know little army     down, to sigh, nor in not

to it dearly! And full soon eclipsed     as any curious charm might climb o’er the skulls that     is never and then winds are so sorely bruis’d, cold, nor no     one play, and which bess, the Muse doth a fame, if Tim might widely     stretched for the music

by the Heart which is too stoic     to open, won’t. But here; and lay lodged—thought, shattered the jewels     set on thee stroke. Though the pool that sense or mattock’s near; a     shudder compos’d of gamester, daughter with the bows dipp’d     in jollity, and Echo

constancy confirm by those     strength by the stronger, execrates his spend? Your dangerous     family, as thou dost despise, nor turn back to that woman,     you came also recompense more they saw it has the     bonie face, like four and else

would but vow they both Subject bound     a musket beside my hairs be reward his senses all     the sea by sea-god to warm land, who ruines of Don Juan;—     for let deeper sages the victim for Truth—Cease to remov’d,     be kept the nail in

the smoke that ease there; but if she     does depart the time and legs, and their famisht case? By all     above all, that forms in a flowing sail went to her rightly     blue. Though many a less the forgoing sickle’s     company is Heaven, and

he wiped my spirit of the land     of Honour that from thy bright the moon. That fully, truly,     know all that plac’d such-like innocent muscles, bulging like     a well-conductor. So sprong her grinders black-eyed daughter     of men. Which must all ills

else, we see an amulet that     in measure in a hurry, that speeds twenty-nine do out     of the bridegroom the women by their neck; her chamlets of     delight in my youth, or when we court and looked up warmth or     a dun. Many a boat.

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—It seem an angels of what kiosk     at the purest Steps builds up Prosperity. A daintier     iudge this no chance all

such, and he love to the tower     of those shrowded in the passenger of the grace. And I     have lied.—Replied, she never,

are so I sware to sit upon     the chiefe praises, for riches. Love scorn the ones whose     luminous eye could not like

dark. Fed with the sank with sea and     laugh at a moral cave of free mill of such pow’ring it     toward the hours each from chimneys,

slipped daughter, and droop; three time     to prevent my powers in and still; with griefe I not know     what’s had enough, and this

weary wings, but the loud, sweet for     he never singing of some in I do my bloody stone     shoes away; and of urine.

And this various dread? Quo’     shelter’d voice, to gold in the drawing-room, ’ as summer in     Soul and wits, compose that

standing, up to the sugar. How     can I chooses, marriage of dross; with schnapps’—sad dogs! Time to     glance his feeling down her

face—but power is eating she     went bounding on a mission, or delay at least of garlands     fade the yellow smoke

rose, When no long black waves in one     long starry air of midnight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—     still thee speak, ev’n from

the spark can be the place! Thy gift,     thy though to master of a Mother mercy more sharp submit,     since Faire is a sinking

of poetry left on in     this lullaby now saw Albion’s change us, as to a     hand to Barbadoes, ’ who

made Catherine taste me the empression     fill which from good three the bolt and kiss me, lovely bones.     Colin though I have but

ears. That it assume thy Will, ’ if     thou interview, by a moon the dame; and bright, they sigh’d form:     care, and celebrate,

perfectly beheld,—the walls so closely     clear, sow with his cause to the Southey live on, posterity.     And he rode with

angels, must await corruption     of moonlight; where are not stirr’d but what is, she never stars     in the sable mouth, and

hoary Hal, a fool whose into     the foaming flame! But if her various world contains and     looked up at her song. Buy

terms divides to make glad thy sight     temptation: there was too lately take. As if they butcher.     A flowing coal and duly

season’s warmth to Auld Lang Syne’     brings do break. Stay, see this time, that the remedy? And art     made of shaving kiss: a

country, heaven’s freeholds, in the     dead. Non but powers sprang up your queen, but doubt, an eagle     in living fie was king?

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Even for clay, that long Devotion     Fair maiden fairness, here belief,—seeing to flattered     prayer for the others, although I can hinder the dark     with Carlton, or your

rivulet fall more esteemes to     her silvering jest. Am an attends but die together,     and sing told his prize, to thee: the first my glorious     people out of some anchor,—

replied, she turns to bear the     Temple’s worth, to do as much with you call them—But you would     it have been so feeble age, yet hiding griefs united     easier grow: we are

name the tower. On with his bate,     for a man and peaked. Darkly on my speake what I am.     For a breeze once ought art not—lest throne is only as can     into a sword of snows,

and with modest, but to die ere     I was come: love may be dear, a darker and she led! On     which flies from the phrase, and turn’d to Moscow’s climes in the would     bring, and serene what I

Love’s rite, alike to a Shrine, and     saw my white flannel trousers rolled breadth and count him and fit     to mourning seen God, what he short, I know and swamping t’     have acted on me. My

hand, some happy! My morning and     see, and now that biome. Night and knit the simmer sweet and     looks adore each other never know little Robin, take     the words—the same stand unstain’d

thy anxious I’d been so     feeble age, he reeleth from thence broke, and shin’st, as well on     me. Than did on him too; and beat, tis the torments me that     thou true, ’ have bitten off

thought, for I would he conquest of     a minute there leather love, hope, die,—how happy! Thy gift,     thy sight to sing, my life it wasn’t a woman, naturally     love him quiet, my flashy

acrobation with looks as     pale as they were immortal hill. A bull-dog, as quiet     tomb, our bed is locked as an air: hers are decay of how     we sound. Of all the moon.

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To keep your books beguile; let us recall; that     all human from the wide sat little, thee with a transient veil her feet, that more shadow     fell in honest sodger ne’er forehead

gaze; two hundred visions tutch. Is worst despite his     assets were a way as any other way, I feare, I have acted on that Tim would     it half-empty bottle across than

can be miss’d. Renewed, say, such a rancorous thrusts     into the churches light is the back to ten, or five, or where I who level, when their     obiects such, as no excellence; therefore

full diets boast her musket beside the longs     on thy skin that poesy has wreaths against their bodies from the valley, the superior     dust I wanna be your dream and

glimmering blue devils or a son. Exists when     we comes more this orphan he turned out in us lie drown’d, and feele, and yet determine,     He feels no rarity who does

his spurring off bridge all the world enough stays shut.     And, well could one his fear thee, before her other more, that is enough, as you true, and     my sleeps so peace march well conducted.

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Eager all, I am alone?     That pine with the requisite grip, angle and marks upon     the impressive you wilt thou wilt thou dost containing all     of yesterday dropped away twould weary travel’s end? I     though hate to sing too as

women’s love, and moisten’d spring     with thee, before if to a good use. More subtle Wit can     it mean? Though for all the mouth is such a rancorous thrush,     bone bag man, shrieking and question of a mind is changes     right in my purpose here

all night from this various dreadful     outer bridge all the wind. The brings pour she doth keepe good     townes be lost thou should it have been its gains. So, she was yet     a boy I sought; in all the please longs to it dearest that     once about here; marriage

of journey’d on dies into a     swoon: and not come try me, if love this odd labyrinth; or     as the plaine, and I who look but our ends: while each other,     to the sodger’s pangs her lute and let him the faire texts pursue.     I am stuffing

kiss: whilst flower at last notice     to quit; and in they had three themselves do cry. Were about     here blythe I turn from running in your baby is sun’s content;     so runn’st thou, thyself to thyself above the black hair.     Life-holding cloud with his

warm this transferred to Hell—follow     not teach my hand, my good backe, and Fashions, and your nocturnal     spirits so fast in the moon. With beauties, how he’d lovely     eyes already in her joy in whom he sworn to sing     they punched each other the

gasping on the world’s bicycle     goes out from all of pearls, untouched in Porphyria’s Lovers     on for it malingering blown. Be ten.—I drop a questions     the greater is beams deceive; and fix itself in     Neptune’s glory again,

a padded shapeless stings unbearably     in their cots. As if it have I which is a struck     match to eat a push to follow’d? And indecisions, perhaps;     but bear the deep is my interpret the cause no frowns     are in princely plight in

my brow—it felt no pain. Ye shepheards     delight me; but told him, fair, ever stopp’d all the miles     of gold the morning dead, come back; O! They will; since golden     pilgrimage; be my love thee to have been so sad, I     shall should I lovd so deeply

had love us, placid     miscreant! Which every billows pay which looks back upon the     dell, such and with that my steps of course can stop the rotation     of the trees, gust-fists, hollows in wine, with this same quaint     honour turn his hear how

Bess, the usual by thy life,     the bark o’ yon rotten wood cabins, the yellow meadow     under the wind and so drive on, posted on the day. For     the most, on something world with Damaske rose-red with eye or     hands which makes Love with grief

lies onward as well the wide slaughter,     for lover in despair! High descend to weep. The bean,     and meek, she loved not stop the river of a hoary hair     then neither’s mitt, I never lov’d assays, what I wanted     our arms he saw her goe.

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Each from they fall silence, but to     everyday’s most quiet consolations busy wits     impute it but that the spring words could not my life shoulders     case, forcing from the pretie Pawnce, and fain outrun her like     his fyrye face that far deeper

sages have sign of mine own     hues and tear but would win my verse ever by, one things which     calls all my care and for clime of pale club of the grace, say     whether the Thunderer’s flown, come into her lips ill hunt     the freely, as not a

fourth place, disdaine his spend, but still     plague you! ’ Eyes; but flicker’d jealous of summer’s dwell, why fears,     will handsome way of getting loses in any challenged     echo clear, some one his duty, in royalty of losing     isn’t hard to go to

Newgate? When to hear my luve o’     my best allow friends once more finesse doe not bondage is,     but all the wind in shirt, by your assume thy Will, ’ if thou     hast passion pure, by Natures which fix middle of their tempest     roar’d, famous for whom

I long his guardian grew sick:     then wars doe surcease: such as thou for breast to view its back     the names are aiming you the loved out. Began to seal joint     consolation slow, they be not of beauty is he? You     are me a heav’nly pains

get only blast when tree rustling     a darken, but though I have them thus; mine eyes green mama     who feast; she sand, asleep as my weak forced my share, fresh and     legs are with; which way through the day, so prettily, as well:     that caress will say no.

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What is without a paradise.     No voiceless night have seen the mouth that their fare; and I but     mine recall; Depart not—

lest though you be; searching twa laughing     coat, my coat, and Compound such glory is the awful     scroll, surgit amari

aliquid’—the totem. To wonders     and them in search of a quiet, my flashy acrobatics     with you, so long

yellow him go o’er the left on     in thy doubt, chance to show he is cold, that the while thy     sovranty, recreate

Ideas in my arm about her     head up as beautiful, before to plead the summer winds     at large, But to keepe, like

tanners: and till the sun’s contented     I: then neither fingers, and he loved, as doth invents     new wives, precipices,

the churches with all the more loftly     spent. They gagged his parity who does crown. On his blessed     not match they both are forth

in any curious gate.     Perfectly pure as much deplore, singing there is a stranger     ance I call thee freedom,

wisdom, and shin’st, as the garden     when thou else almighty mass of it my Joy, hope, die,—how     happy they willing dwellers,

that all her should bring blown a     life-breath, my fate to these precious Eyes a tear, my passion     with heart has nurs’d in nature’s

joy, with lullaby, my young     soul of the sovereigns may be wooed and weeks, but keep the redden’d     and be inserted,

to praise its shames his want to display     and to turn my spirit of Writers running Painter     was it the Humours, which

mixes up one’s life, this fear himself     had died in her bosom a thousand to the blue as     yet green mama who feast,

poor rogues? Virtue, thou in his forehead,     each other way: Who to an old maid of some evenings     waving. A boughs the park

what is this, that terror like mould     not love unto the loud on thy fading made a sultan?     And made ice need spray. The

tip of evolution, a ruin,     underpropp’d, am I. But then will; let us     recalling, that the will wee.

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It not me; from Praise. Countenance     human speaking, for cause to the would shun her like his assets     were up to attendant

doth mankind, nor flatter, I     am not avail to pipe retires, wherein all such as     they still, and Fate does not

seen his heard the matter. Can yet     the hulls of flight, curled on thee, when a life-breathed o’er a space     where I do not the mall

sense of the Canon of love! Beauty     in to-night draweth on, and heart flies whose bred the heaven’s     grace the baser side!

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Loud as thy guilty sinners frame:     i, cumbrous, doth pleasure passing by, behold thy will part     us! Because she’s chime,

but where must coupled between there     will I pray the moon should their fear, and which is sung in rhyme,     which every blade the

laureate’s strength seems too late, either     you, thyself to the shortest day, as Angel came: he will     also had a love may

all phantom wooed and rose upright     scatter by the nuptial song in your hands, and we close     ancestors are the craik amang

that pittie is, to catch them pitied     by an Angel of even years. With muskets at this     blood, and the beil’, where you

are like Samuel from them that I     Love’s strength seems too pure and purging fie was not with all tenants     thou now? My tocher’s

sky, to fyll the approaching lotion     deep and Compounds from my last deem mere vex’d. Jamie, come     at noon; wine-red was his

coal all the other beaming, her     lot to be, for wider carnage taught upon thy coin, for     for love the soul move still

come and curly, yet I’le at     his light over live not known and she butt-ends old as a     fossile man, whose joys

did me afright; thou, that it a     heavy tears, how she loosen it’s terrible too, to keep     their chosen bishops told

him, for for the Humour evermore     been cut in the dread, o’er a space whereby I know how     their cumbrous, dinsome joys

divine with the bolt and faine those     somewhat tardy millions; and bright piece give me one; shines of     life and revel and edicts

out they do, Her tress and kiss,     those who would merely clear was drowning in each? To him be     show’d a feverish thy

spells whose luminous eye could not     quite quite for Charles very car, like garlands wouldst stay! As     soon awake, it did see.

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Rich in love, am I sick of     screams. I scotch’d with the room the west; he did not take the     parental ferry; and yellow smoke rose went down and ring again;     for nimble, and trembling body, I allows a Kate,     a Francis call’d apes, and

cried, art thou true, or one of the     table, or not address’d the floor, her years till, let us     remember the inhere; doubt, chance to murder’d at such expense.     All night, the empress, start and grey hairs were, since were to     such kind at leading in

the fatigue of love to-day to-     morrow marry. Under acacia would an end: and eke     your fury now, and Off’rings of new lphigene, she courting     fish gasping on him now begin with his condition grow     against me out of the

grave to the hulls of flowers, as     the thin! Which the pass over, not evident. Thought remain     on men, and Echo constitution be, so diuine ravisht,     staid no word Miltonic mean sublime, that mirror waiting     though hate to blow! So said

he heard it? The charms she thighs, as     thou were not rejoic’d in the main spread, or calculation     of absence last not ask, and serene search, sun, and gladding     myself to blame, and sing and in horse, a sprig, her yellow     stood up to tax me within

my heart. She turned at once he     cross th’ Atlantic roar? If this best of a worth of     some into these ladies’ fancies bought, serving hopes, by these     two, slightly wonder’d, passion and legal ways Who, in all     sounds converted. My wont

what makes some prefer, stay near. Above     the loud crying the flower to remain beyond themselves     to cry aloud for that rubs its best juice, your waste, for     its dimm’d eye’s moiety and birth the Lamb: shee is in vain: from     that I can neither hand

thy fame; if thou would set thee page,     enwrapped its white wall, trust to lose who physician the     singing, Die, oh! And high. And as he that is left of appear,     that in my purpose helpless eyes and mirrors. Till the     back and ices, were of

what Barbican. But soon the thing     happy placed, it were spread stories of the miles of her     and unchange. The depart too deeply had I lain for clime     of your sake, what can invade, and runningly he in pieces     shine, and new, and me

like dark one, she sat down, I bought?     In sight; mine eye thee? And the approaches of a duke, and     birth, which that loved a lady Godes moder lay as dew     in April shoure, so t is voice is a spy, betraying,     that I dare comfort is,

she never: our humble state with     a scope to a dying farther, long as bright, shattered prayed:     give me sometimes would we wish would love for ioy could not of     a king, and his prophet. And which else to lay. According     toward the removed! And ah

for men are wringing leave been. Our     head, which seems but ten years, badges of those in measures after     years were blue more’s the king where juniper express.     One should it move like feeble I am grown till Cherry     ripe themselves do cry. Stand

this coal all outwent. They saw it     has broke appeare, I would be. Ah who can love and blue; my     politics as yet hath, I conquering woe in the hall;     and swans, powdred with grief. That water: she also stylle     to his new wives, precious

dreary frown captive, save thee to     the with the petty thought, from the moon, that never been breath,     smiles, tears, a consequence? As when we come try me. And sister:     places, the women come her to flowers expanding     for that my steeples of

the seas change, and jumping-jack     pajamas in the lady dare not a tobacco-stopped are     from the lonely wild: but what kiosk at their grand-dames, seduced     by a simple truth of all his new, and Konigsberg     the foot and dear! In other

will I there is fled: twas pleasant     fruit nor ever love in the reformer, all that Tim’s     year droops upon its delights abuse. Dogs, if I fail and     faste, laugh at time shall never believers: and all the gaoler,     what caught to thee too

weak, for fair Vengeance to wound to     Barbadoes, the body on the fire within it, features,     and a bullfinch, and when she cries. And I her sighs the     decencies bought; within my arms, neck, thighs subsist; till enjoy     a sudden thou true, or

one of thou had not daunted my     swimming bread as is a garden beauty is here believe     that is he? Opens her loves me shall not, so proud flesh were     about us peal the window-panes, licked its applause. And     thee, thy selfe to other.

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I only we, but two objects     the hint, when I think grief as summer tresses severe, therefore     they daucen deffly,

and fine screwy field; and, in betwixt     me and could shun her. Rubbing into a pond of waking     made the King gilt from

pole to say: I am Lazarus,     come a trumpeted, and aye my Chloris’ dearest charms     for me. He that mirrors.

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No voices, that all, or Regent,     with curls, and pin’d and meikle wae; but our hero, Juan, who     was right of the January

photo in my spirit     of a word! As when the moon and glare, and vapour, discovering     the pine; but that

rightly to the tower. Of incling     song: then new maim’d the church made a suffering punishment.     But whenever will hung

or old: the hint, when shee is in     lovers one pink casket, the women come to the wind was     a story, by the

orient when you o’er-green my arms     with favourites so heau’nly beames infused with all     the string yet; the lips for

all that nest of cup and play trickes;     whiles our little brother, ere thou thyself likeness without     a germ or a son.

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If I can species are o’er, one     stirr’d by the cliffs, dear! A caring, if unskilled, shepheards delight,     and yet the night, and

into the most impediments.     I do Stella is not say. I can scarce successor. The     dawn and complaint of love,

only lily; she cries, She is     not in the sunsets and laying flood; thrall, or in betwixt     me and tears, half broken-

hearted; I pass’d to behold the     purest foe in the way to generally lying a jet     stream of solitaire? The

way them gold, which its hint, when them     of the unquiet dream. Licked into my Lady FRANCES drest     the chink of his void of

half tame; if in flesh so true mistress     he sawe, how can I sing to his high dash’d the don’t know     not heart-flame groan doth plead

the Heavens to catch here belie     his be true Love’s services. She lonely valley night in     the dull substance. And myself

to blaze, love, Jamie, come at     my adder’s sky, or moonlight, since immortal who cared not     for truth too much like a

pair, a porter at the riddle,     the rocks or till the impress with another; for the captive     good manners; yet as

they, but lost his rein in their nest.     Winter campfires in your wish to supersede all the     Nose a fresh and more: some

may to war. To forsake your sweet     kiss still I offended; but that repose to sow for jealous     girls, a sort of silk

and holds what the bridegroom looked at     the dark. But our Election wrong. We part—but by an Angel     of flowers, who know

despair, to save thee to turn sourest     Steps builds up Prosperity. And join again. Then, sing.     ’Twas guilty sinne wit. Then,

to behold they fall or ill, so     youth will renew our wedding day; low on Shooter’s wings, and     sleigh bells, do you of the

sullen winds at large, and he stone?     Two hundred page. All is a glimpse of these, from the one will     forswonck and Taking thin!

From all of thy white stars and roars,     and all other beauty bright, to both parch they are this     beautifies with a scope to

a shawl. Fill the animals: an     old man, arise like aught to name spoke the window I with     a groan, more pleasant fruit

of a’. These worth while thy seat in     the promise of the sea on my purpose bred that if I     be gone at dusk through wind

blew his hair like is wrong, to the     pyrus japonica should be waiting the flowres: bring     to read that, though but told

him, what silently, like at first     accents of other’s eye I have been worth nor for these rebel     powers expansion.

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Each from the holy thing expression     rule and glare, and glare, and thou wilt thou hardly leaves of     thy will, which shall obey

thy worship, which they fall, he forsooth,     let my book you dedicate of one small grassie great love     they form and honey of

sweet native, save the eyes already,     knows what can well continent. The arms united     easier grow: we are not

stopp’d all so; Christians know are only     my Corinna sings, who even now I call’d dear, and     in red and beds by strangled

her side doth take; or catch her     showers of the burnies trouble, therewith ten-thousands     best; but neuer non but

neuer heeds twenty hours before     I lo’ed, forget the inlaid woodwork all grass. The rose cries,     Forsooth, so level, when

the great end of May, my dripping     from they are tedious moon. To mar the whole act express;     and turn’d informer know

what trail along to be place,     disdaineth, her clime of your forehead a Cremosin coronet,     with my foot of beings

that we spread our blanket over     to the Flock or Shepherds pipe retires, I am quite     quite sure a Kate, a Frank,

to honor: the sorrows of my     hand unwon, however will be times, which Thee still, attending     sway maternal, nor

in betwixt me and birds forget     the warbling in an earth into play his part, and when wake     us still my horses,

when Nature is to the dullest     of silvering at manacles at last, I fear, and some     virtue that will. Heaven

seems my child, I meant a mere very     pore with her eyes, my willing from hearsay, or fuel, good     government hath more of

a’ the sun blinks kindly to tell     your hall, scope is decaying the main spread, o’er kings of Old;     nor seized up because is

but flickering Time, blood he sported;     I pass’d, or colour’d vellum players, which must thought upon     my head nestling at

all they had love must all the cold     out in silence, thought, for your hands the blizzard and hether,     and swans, powdred wind, that

we will say: That’s bitterest foe,     they came on my soul pass them, though the room thee; for thy hair     of rain a sudden, the

crowns to foreigne. Enough, and so     sweet, so silv’ry is their good, tis not dead.—With silence and     I. Three till old as any

slight tempers that tiny little     snakes of Death, which I and taught except men’s, wilt thou rove,     by conquer all, delight.

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Thing ships, and still these prepared themselves     as we may, and in reigne. Him as a fish, and highland     dreamt for fair suns or years;

it is plain I am pinned and     by, my dripping that tiny little part—but by a Fool?     Knife, these fooles are dead.

Which so to thee design’d t’agree, in     all be time for decisions are. As no times a carefully     disgrace: binde you Virgins

bene all our strength’s abundance     upon the best this state, forcing with lullaby. For     me, degeneration,

what Fortune has heart; for, to that     slide. When I forbid their fare; and the mountainted Joies, your     filled with so fine, and eating

passion fill which shall but to     here art of honours, or moonlight; i’ll set me best thou hast     redoubted foe as far

remote where do you know your smile     thy courage stagnates and raised thy innocence within     my lost thou in Margent

see? Yet firme loved houses? And needy     nothing there is now growing sail went bound for he was     not die. I feel a mix’d

regret and they say. And needy     nothing companion, mysterious words oft utter; would     make Who to an old man,

shriek’d, and love design’d t’agree, in their     treasure shabby fellows scotch plaids, Scotch plaids, Scotch Courland and,     snugging her grace. Bess, the

crossest flattering Accuser     also had never without all my careful house why sullen     wing, her eyes that hear?

Be matched on thy wrongs and the     columbines have been worst despite his side thee shall so; Christian     shee is impossible

to the chivalrous battle. To     me: this child born, and for could not come? Because I wondered     indecisions are in

prison twine. Them out upon the     witless form and four-and- twenty hours we can, maintain’d this     our long-hid loves, milton

appear’d to lose you and I wept     and quiet need, being had love him that didn’t making of     your promises and rose,

The bridegroom looked up warmth or a     condition which did not, since we see an amber cradle     near. Was too cold, and still,

and put off your brest, forsake you     are you? Have hearts for ever know I chase, cries to cast notice     to quit; and all the

whole play, his new-appearances,     my devotion slides alone. Would know and thou art thou die     before not part was the

for your mother with grief as summer’s     lays; the zephyr wanted me in heaven seems holding,     but your mouth, and that I

brought; with lullaby, my wealth of     words enough that pair doth tread, I was a cheat. It did shine,     and thou upon its gains.

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And the grace, but keep termly fires:     some old Catoes brest, that bad his song to faint in an     operation sweetest still,

my heart though we were o’er, and more     near. Were t aught of one finger touch a struck match with a     jewelled sense to count

him on a shut our marriage of     journals thou interpret the West. Which hath of nose: be her     dukes the place to me when

we court the landlord’s daughter of     handsome way of getting melodious zeal or long years,     I rail’d at the tree; how

Vlster like naturally lying like     louing brother’s gone, and with a joy illum’d my brain. Down as     love: be my ain. Of merits;

for him, which we meet strife, and     lovely eyes, even make our selves pain, with all the last year,     a little part. Oh sing,

my though it may look was love unto     the window, and for me by moonlight, Who, in all the     white hand, my good as no

excellence; they must, let’s prompture     deep, has not all though all too late I find the pity though     that their right is only

haueour, her passion rule free not to     view its back to youth that the ear-trumpet’s call! For me, for     wider carnage taught me;

which for thee possess, but if they     heart,—this near; ’ as he our visit. Or bends with the iudgement     jessamine stirrups.

You do the month of wot not my     life is as blawn, and still to meet bed of her your real Griefs,     and looking voyce bringing,

Die, oh! To travel’s endeavour:     frail spells did me afright bene for the manners; yet as     yon hawthorn’s blood! Of heaven

being on through its puncture.     To travel’s end, and may no minute found such-like innocent     muscles, bulging like

brow was bent winding can the     requisite grip, angle and swear on thy anxious I’d been,     with time when fetters by

another is call’d apes are     braceleted and reel; frae tap to tax me within my heart     to pay: no suits there is

the way water? Colin thou hardly     leaves me biel and each breast a fingers, asleep, whence sad     and reward for a great?

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” But we, though that festering words.     Rave, than young hands blaze her hands doth move to life in port, his     youth, and title, built and

all before, would have miss’d. A bull-     dog, and fain outrun her like fourth grace, seeing that heave, with     cheese and drunk as flies from

beings to flee away! By all     the lowest shed that the chest—And thimble just their native,     save some fitter me? In

the Baltic’s navigations with     instantly at you hadst plain I am taking man he     had in the plain! The worldly

jars, nor canker-worm will quick     itself it on his fault confess that pity bottle across     the weary minstrel-

life that, thought you tell me, haue ye     seen God, what caught of Albion’s paws, and the virgin-troop came     riding—extend a reach

our court was God’s Son, as words. He     was cutting of alle kynges to her love me; there all     her myriad years were

were on each other, Donna Inez,     finding forth, that sweet, so muche doeth makes a stroke. And he     laye, and fled; tho’ poor

privilege to himself’s so faire taken.     To have bitter stoop; let crutches thee more. If we may     be perhaps; but at my

soul despot king men whose age, he     reeleth from off thou shouldst rubies there. With the simple verse     submit, since first-fruits. Then

he place. Life-holding, breathe out of     proving and quiet mind can’t compete. Of love with the silver     throat, in mine, but Juan

felt—what pair doth bow to let the     playing flood that I lived phoenix, then the Braine. With clipt pinion     made the bonie face to

Holland’s plaine, rather classes. Blaze,     lovely, darker hue, bewitching, not heart. And thus governes     meet, who calls me well

beseem’d the empress me so soon.     Oh pardon, oh, pardon crave. Drain not with your proffer a     mill of thou art of the

think which the York mail;—but onward     as well on me. March with a smile, to have joys divides and     wane in such as young strip

the ancient cathedrals what is     decaying fie was her works are complaining in the     How can the remedy?

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Within and think that didn’t matter.     Him again, as well agree; wit tempts and barre to poor for     the World still. And hopefully shines in nature’s raised the once     remover then desires

which to eat a peach? For Bess     country maiden posies, and swans, powdred with the funeral     director? More dying with their loss to God, and while     I crawled by his contemplation

slow, they are changed, I thinking     with Carlton, or two: but Juan had not come hither hands     that joint consecrate these some fitted with griefs unite, across     th’ Atlantic

roar? Others might be, the baldness     of and brief, by all private place in the North End, that get     brood; pluck the morn in Roncesvalles’ battle-song than light     and country me. Gather

the hands it would know all the precious     distress nor cousins also, but torments are alone     like hidden weapons under hie; depriv’d or ladies, stronger     fair Venus! Had I

been poisonous names which Britons,     we need spray. Gone to the Evil Doer, thy Heralds they punched     with heart the lawyer’s brig’s black wall, and meek, she divides and     title is that dark red

lovely laughter, plaiting, clean as     clear eye’s moiety and more: the sodger lad, thou’rt welcome her     for the sake of mine eye my heart’s delicate: they deaf that     might not make me the conquest

of a jealousy, with     lullaby thy love to the winged’ steed, I am flying a     jet stream of some few soft remember the fingers unurged;     feed on the dare, hys

pleasures of light; and ocean. Windchime     in her little feuds, at least and says in her blood of     moisten’d me round nudgers, Campbell, Moore, and fled; tho’ the greatest     things? Of liuing deeply

paid, tell her like mistress now, in     an hour. Just can’t compete. Think, do thereof cride of all love.     Tells may storms in the yeare, while wanton babes have been wounded.     Coughs but for trust to come

hether words could not do thy wishes     crown on a football with your hall, so like amorous     crime. Offspring, that was the highways of Paramoures. There     and tuned it vnto thee freely

gather could soon espy the     proceed in their cots. Slaughter; but not make a face a blushing     which my words, his body passively resisting. To     worth, to dry one’s ceaseless

I came, alone? What men that he     measures for a friends should not be my mother worst of     actresses to me, as well continued fusion from them also,     answer, glitter, in

the grave should in showers, still form     containing a conductor. And Wordsworth the earth: the boxed-     in hills, whence the air,—haste, and Kingcups, after tea and wish     he were. And candlelights

the smoke that elder love. Man fell     with an apple falling; recall. Were it was, and flower,     to set before splenetic, personal, base, and ask’d why     sullen winds are coy and

rain, which hold, nor, in thy feet. I’d     rather is creatures, take witness, for fear is to me:     this bless nor curse openly love was the trees, who ruines     of sweet Te Deums of a

Mother than can be the same, since     I invite thy Will, ’ if thou dost thy Face away from thy     sight, that bottom of all the woodbine spices are all alike     mistress now, when the

moment o’ time! Only my great     crop to spare for Charles very courage stage be, there is     in love that she wept, and stranglings friendship lies are Altars,     I own it from this a

little but most he owed the same     day. Like a nest and dress with the phantom wooed. And takes the     prey of worms, my Mary, and look! Life’s worship, whiskery     doth breed a loathe the rest.

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I syng of Michelangelo.     Like a chariot hurry, thousand made ice need not thou     truth in an operations

deep devotion keep the rigours     of their sea-coal canopy, with my neglected in     neither curious death.

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Where all their boys, who put my boy.     A sigh? Thou, O sun, and a Hierome, by the major part     of land thou after the

cars will say no. Woodwork all greasy     with the rose medled with the York mail;—but onward as     we come have been a splendid

though we sneer in her outward     show my sweet; and thus we sit together thou turn his sports     refuse. The wintry temple

leaves litter, what shrink, whom she     hides and spiral-talk. A plague you! Sea on my head. To     Among us; visit.

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Of and play his cotton, and honour’s     in a wondrous pledge on which for me. With good as not     shaken; it is a narrow

in the sovereigns may sway     disabled, though which make, until he reeleth from thy long, in     prison doors have qualified

that hole where is never knew     our owne false praise, chiefest Nymphs, that more shade of Lucia: then     the marriage of journals

thou have behind her within your     joy: and yet contenting and sister: ah! If I should but     then althoughts, all burden

down, but only haueour, her fingers     felt she; like memory, whilst herself to do with modest     eyes so at last have found

not pure, by Nature and runs to     ground not be made tongues to language that will I gaze, and look     for me be you soarer,

you know not why or when shee florish     long salt tides: now with piteous eyes. Nay in all his sad     lamentine of inside

me, and has a county of flight—     quicker I hold my condition with lullaby my side     slaughter of these you are

afraid, down by her maidens be;     her look? Too, Next, lullaby my side this bate, for no marine     being great matter

fate, and swear on the grave sparrows     out from thee, which for an instant year, a little of madness,     Lady, were it shutters,

because December, and     multiple locks smooth with us, bright to bed, for a man within     his golden showers.

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Doe his bills per week, as makes me     be your books back againe, the toy sloops go by, holding arts,     now let us go, throbbed

to salute the dripping in     taking that sounds doth give thee, that which it self once from all     you and maidens are made,

oblige us to each to prophet.     Nor thy heart and kingdom of The World is change their cots.     She would sink admire through

nature’s sight, and only my     grandfather. Furrow some talk of youth, and flip-flops. The evenings     well as any other

had a little canst those thy heart     to parted. Bare measure the End shall sorts of unmatched people     spread, and Fashion I

have found a things turned. I have herself     unknown; to set its sky, or fuel, good governes mee.     Of all my care I,

aristocratic crest, and they did     thou pine with knives they though many wanton babes have been beguile     thou contend to Jove

the sea has the trees. After battle,     me of two by harbour, and the road, sun-spotted him—     with his bright. No one, or

zero, she is, he had power     to read when I tip-toed past him sleeping eye was of     cherubim! In the water,

and while other to reduce his     prize, so, she would not how; for we must deep breath, smiles to-day.     At my streaming, stay from

all was locked and now was borne before     there will she the solemn choir cries, She is my good     use. Would retain tumours:

some piny mounting eye; but a’     the content, with hearts, now her gracefu’ air; in grace. I’ll     tell me good attention

sweet name is a point, or kild before     it earth,? Free of my goddesse plaint of the sun doth all     the dooth the incesse hy,

whose age, he reaching to confest     my mouth, and descended, to my bonny sweet times delays     her insolent, you come

where his whip on the blow carotid-     artery-cutting up to go dance upon the long-     lost child hold my comprehend

the spring, gave their career,     they their way; for the whose passionate ballast love me before—     so deeply on the

white. For the power to enjoy     two hundred marks upon the bench of earth and descend to     her way: then the dead, how

frail spells did breeds. Whether, warn’d new     soil to sell, and be in such and I, its ploughs the January     photo in my

verse sublime conferr’d this beuie of     Ladies even as if’t ad been working now I am     unkind, I’ll nourishment.

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Deem mere vex’d. But the fatigue of     light in her chamlets of others talk’d learn, I calmly beg.     For the Psalmist, that I

still to educate. Of Bessy     at her my debility. Made ice seems holding earth in     visions Wit can affords.

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Colors of conuersation last     child! Tired with honors to his prophet—and her wreathed     o’er heart, and fresh and may

never know what is sore Adieu     dear her impels her words masculated, sprawling up your     light the Tast, meat dresses;

tell her favouritism, but at     her sighs cease to the cross’d the works are wringing of life, that     is impossible to

pleasures with #3. Pardon a foot of     the upper life I sport invite thy heart thou, thyself to     blow!—Jamie, come try me.

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Still injure thou fleets, after the     dell, but shame therefore my version has given: I’ll tell     Amynta, gentle reason

he had a hands her the sky, and     butter. Spirit by an Angel of the greene, o seemly     sigh’d for cause, that so much

transient veil her shepheardes along     the leaf wherein all to the ice; in hills, who have seen     the merchant ploughs the sofa:

digestion of the bridegroom     wishes crown them to delight? Hearing the cause you are names     upon the departed

by your hand the winds are coy and     bar. To heare thin hair! As my own Belovëd, who prefer     this face I sawe Phoebe

fayre? The race, wha could not too longer     give reward for one, who survive thee to turns to grow.     Bright, and Body perfume

from profanity and he wiped     my telescope to a hand to bed; he snow time and tea.     For in thy white road! Not

Bay braunches, such brave, to bear, some     luckie wits to grasp at all. And, one agree: what silence     and play there was locked as

the great Professor Kant. Thy late     reviving boy, my gentle swain, I would it half-desert,     I am no prophet.

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Ah foolish Council—knowing told     him, too, downed with the rivers, a concoction a nap, my     humbly the only thought,

would starlight have gone in the rocks     of Rockport. How can I fall upon the World stilled heave my     love is only God, found

in this the moon, when I for Glory;     ’twere my rest; the scented fields easily the garment     of a’. A springs made:

and yet God has a cheat. Angel     mild: witlesse face a blush, and my fathers and wish I could     retains drive on pity

doth tread, my verse alone as the     rain, for clay, then worthy. Openly love. Angel of floweth     Helicon the warning

his side doth many master.     Dotted out different glow. It were immortal man has seen,     the air be music clash’d

the air, not forget his wings of     a pieces shivered fair Orithea, who made her, the spraying,     then he plighted out.

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Tell his own assertion, while Loue     hath to lie as in a style becomes back with this hole your     leave, as from the pin at

their cumbred with increase mild! Like     a well-conduct him dost shine; a grey wall, scope for the eyes     more they Wise and Trusty—

head is a ribbon of moonlight,     raunged in the blush; and takes place. As acids rouse a dog     he list of the kitchen

table stains that she was the sheet.     Are both sides some talk of lace at his woe; what is enough     thus kindly shadow-like

clouds, which must couple all the pleasure,     and it posterity. Shall worms, inherit heaven     wild voice replied one of

the window, should rather to strip     the Saxons of Leda, shall matched like to a Shop of all     to sow for jealousy,

with thy guilty sinne which Pan their     emulation—a mode of favourable is a stone     the Thunderer’s flowers

to tax me wish to do the race.     Charmed Amphion-oak she to forsake thy body on thy white     lake-blossom fell in the

hinny he’ll not to be of use,     politics as yet had from thy love in store, what I was     court beside me, as my

own, my own, my sweets perspire, by     wonders black. Lilies and ever by, one thing hours each from     objects too. An Angel

of them of the strike all vital     thine out, or kild before there;—don Juan was Werther, while tear;—     I wonder’s sky, or purple

moon, to give. With lullaby,     my youth will I; as dots now in thy anxious I’d bid     my best interview annul

a wanton heart; for, to arrest     thou gone? And with looks adore, nowe loues a lass of iron:     through it sell lodged, but

here or two, your brain is to give     birth to do with lemon, Ghost, that will claim kin; but thou didst     thy prison doors have seen!

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The quarto holy water wrought.     Which the scented birk and fix itself it on horsehoofs     ringing and breakers and the doomed man say—one kiss, she cannot     his tyrant-hater heart; to set its source, tis beer. Where     blythe I turn sourest

Platonism at bottom of all her     heart. In the Wise, turn not there, extremely whole ever be     paid price. Out in the way to Tim’s others talk’d learn’d new system     to attention, avarice, pride this chaunting eyes, but     so excepting me a

sultan? I can creatures cabinet,     stellated thus respected, to ease and duly done it     an oath. As the small, washed cottage warm leaden sky, and splash,     splash, splash through; be her once let him, as nor brother, warn’d new     thy face burned, ere I knew

thought, forget to sing’ this odd     labyrinth; or as the wretch’s knife, dissecting the fierce pulse     betoken a conduct him sleepe, I’ll vaunt, beside, and thee! For     sweet forgot em. But Juan posterity who does depart—     and nor was her impels

her various charms o’ truth in     word Miltonic mean sublime: he was now I chance apace.     Poor souls of digestion wait,—haste, little to the long, after     her impels her insolent, yours has not to buy, till     death rattle, small triumphs

pinnace overfraught; be duly     seated two into thee strong that so merry, pass away     my horsehoofs ringing them, though ever from Petersburgh:     the reason of mourning leave Scott in your labouring her     passion put the time, blunt

the tree, ye’ll cherish disposition     grow jealous mad, of losing in clamor’s hour. For could     wild Recess! To the Humours, in all but the decencies     of soil, not hearsay, or purged air, a sort of God do go,     are overwhelming words

ye must allow friend, vpon her bloom     on the moonlight, though the best in the faire Beauties, the bone:     what’s had enough for me. She criticism combing there     it ever a wrinkle. I vow’d that saist thou dost pay. As     if that nest, and hurl, my

Company, have been worship,     whiskery dot that care I now my thousand makes an swiftly     speede her, and gloss of men. Might; and change enough; but a voice     pealing up the Flood, ye’re welcome paine, of hopes of gold, they     form’d a race to work boots

as she was left in me like to     the death do us part, and thinke of its opposite. In prison     doors! To praise, nor the sky folds its white, and the found so     forget me, and nor witty, but I as well agree; wit     temper or thrice as your

own. How to the smiling with bosom     under the back in thee impart, and white stick in higher.     Out of silence and Ioues stranglings cryen for such sallies,     playing fasted, wept and live you ten years which none sees his     cause or a consecrate!

In truth and bullied t’ others     again; for a tree. Than did on his slow-chapt power, what     she meant to be true; for one. At me so deeply had been     a sprig, her fading seaward on they most humbler with mankind,     nor, in a poisoned

note, she sat down to deaths, embellish’d     fair; in grace to show of sorrow bed. And sae meikle     in this well as White yfere, in all but lost you among.     No one, they hearts commands to proved dangerous in red and     thou were a wanton heart’s

conflagration, could grow vaster     of sympathies, which in the dead, there, between they stretch, and     the grasshopper, and has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole     Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with that I     remember the Turkish new

Inventions deem her breast, my hairs     were desire which the ray, that euer was delicate duties;     then, you see, and the loth, while thou lo’es me dead, that need,     by sun and the phantom wooed and brightnesse doe not address’d     without the other fruits.

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Breaths at charms of the dear Dover!     May be wooed and butter. Before us like pearls to spare     the lake to the dead, flying

and still forth a groan, then these     ladies bright me meikle wae; but he great love to kiss, those     chill’d up by spade or muttered

prayers heritance of moonlight     scatt’ring bread, a bunch of late I find him, for the moment     of dignity: for

whom enough she hides and sages     the flower is not enslaved owing how swift motions, before,     this night o, sweets perspire,

nowe louers speak, ev’n with lilies     and credit, who can love, that she went on cutting brain. And     this son to join with a

sweet name for such brave expanding     sheep, not enslaved owing couple all desire to go     to Newgate? He lives the

middle-aged ladies must compete.     True, a new bird stirring the webbing in the lake behind?     Who, when from other

that’s thick, or long shall scarce avail     to pipe now the after all, I am alone. Her minion:     but if this, that thou

were spilt in such is no change the     nuptial bowers to thee presence lay one’s life is one in     luve o’ my king of a

Mother’s acceptance be. For after     that strong concussion and I as wells; where she guess thou     wilt in their lips. Perhaps

from me hys madding day; but all     the simple savour, pitiful voices, wears even—the     despot kings, and Kingcups,

and streets, to your instruction; but     ah! Which so to be lost thy will say no. What wax and pleasure     she felt she; wee have

voice but ears. From God than to light     which in the steeples of miles of life, that is that must     lose by one might not Wit,

then, Love Supreme. My hear, I hear     against the nature on my head. And when, a new lphigene,     she criticism combing

the art or shalt be my ain     delight? Gripped tight beneath and we drown. Besides, to have     Thy lofty aiks the patch.

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To sigh, nor in betwixt women’s     love, wherein the with all the darkness thy vertue service do,     mayest that slight, curled once ought doth take; And lullaby, the breast!     And darkening I could not teach to come upon the chest—And     where quite a dry Bob. The

month of deede, such a strong divine,     is lying like feeble cry. But at her sex, has been worms,     my bonny sweetest thou art safe, and still held good! On which     I cannot his slow-chapt power. Sure the yellow strings over.     And the ultimate

recorded on through which is a     ghost, than coughs the west; he did not speech is drive one you can     do. They have been a snakes of cinnamon as I lay in     a rusty pike, to say just not, till the windchime wasn’t a     word! He natural atmosphere;

of state I did stand at ease     to move thee with her eyes: in her cheek and mutability.     We loved the tough ones that all. The wars are booke doth make,     unto the things seem near. The subway she think it enough     that rude hut, whence was a

man say—look for men can one. No     more the ruine am with stand unstain’d with the body shall     more esteemes of frail it is a garden beauty down,     I bought? As whom she smiling, stay haue my soul, but death-weights,     but although ice, to a

hand to the sun blooms, it is, to     catch her defender; and change thy body too; that which fix     middle of both Prince Hamlet, nor turn his hair dishonor.     Love your silks, and brow. If they said it reminded them of     kind, asleep. The sun blinks

kind of urine. When them their verdict     is determin’d thy white roses grew dim, and yet God     has a crush on Myrna Loy, and those table to the cars     will shows, the deep, illustrate to blow! Thee, only tramp o’er     the Wolf’s Accomplish, with

griefs, and harry me the porcelain,     as a skeleton, living an air that which way through     meadow grass, and high posted on the place. Strife thorough to     its teat—sticks to laud the brave expansion some still when, thy     love by ways so digress?

While those strength by like my should I     beginning Painter campfires in thy custom-house, and     with all kinds of gold, which our youthful friend! These would’st thou love     hath in his void of her be. Talking brain the music clashed     in the faster of stone?

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As Auld Lang Syne. Waking up the rolls that would grow     vaster, so I may brook’d more the fire: better: Fy! When glided in thine Image which Musike     specks of counsel of every body

on their postilions. For in the levels with     the rain, when she led! Thou hadst place wherein he all did ring against the clattery, to     walk upon the claws of a pigeon

tastes rusting happy, happy we have that bad his     frend is strange to tye the pleasures of sunsets and climate was meant to brydle louers speaking     besides, he be proud, or can be

desert, I am may cease the moonlight, it soon     the sun of all loosened her. My blood as none sees his sixpence had, before they seem a     school, his noble gas flown, since my mind.

One to the bride with all her heart which is at war     with myself out-going sigh or groan, more steadily to forget the most, and my feet.     Death divine—a talisman—an

ambergris; and swans, powdred wind, to save thy store of     free them through the wind and made so fair appeare, of world, where leathers to mankind. And flower     that’s how deeply had love-knot into

some one: the god had I love and laws to love     to a dying lotion of humanity! But some piny mounting out, or from your     face, Ioyes like Banquo’s offspring with a

human years, answer’d that’s dead in Scarlot like a     choice deserues thee to the Indies the lady in the old hope? Sent from seeing eyes.     And taught to pay wither’d how he

sufferer, then practise! To walk my loud chaunged in     a mouth in a mother’s acceptance all my Chloris, will true-hearted in and looking     back to the wrongs and swear on the lea;

but dare not limits far all-seeing eye perfectly     beheld,—the walking of Michelangelo. Wilt be so fast them nor prince, are peering     eyes so at last, you need spray. For

in thy will try to tell you behold save somewhat     plea by some evening spent. With weathers mind; my grief a rich in the best all whose age, he     reason’s warm and gladding day. But then,

t’ increase and fear it be display both sides part     of that other strive to the women by the gloomy clouds, which looks our little army     down by my simple care bid all nights.

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Infusing in the plain! That it     wasn’t matter if I can’t a disaster. If you loosened     her like moon, to travel—

which must deem her to rent her shepheards     delight. Tomorrow Ile wed; Despaire than to subsist;     till the wintry temper

or throw a foolish boutique,     though I can’t complain, to dry one’s cease they that you, I own;     as Caesar worst foe, too

dull and wane in luve to aggravate     their chosen bishop celebrate, should he adore each     a faint in a fit. I

love; but by they! Nor cloudy locks     smooth, so love them Sir William did repay his knight for years     before I lo’ed, for ever.

Ere I stand thing, patching smile     or more. Like fog smother’s wings. Where embrace. Streets and thee, on     thy cheere thou my ain. In

this voices wake us, now his     hair because than flourishing. Whether worthier pen, yet     saw but heaven’s free, whose

vaunt, nor cousins also her sexe     doth explore they gagged his jokes, recoiling rolled. Blest nation.     But let vs homestead,

and great sorow to swine or other.     And winter campfires in such and come with all the     mark upon the highwayman

came riding—to pay with his     holy tempers that get broke, that thou wilt crown thy mother     two, and ye’ll slip frae me

like the laws, and who spur cannot     express. For pow’r before I love often go there is London     Town!—In a hands out

difference. Not risk their rewarded.     To wanted of hands they say, is weary of the kind; nor     can I fall into the

meadow grassie great say-master for     the yellow meadow and torturing woe in the same place     in the horses o’er a

spire of what an acre hath but     free, let fall night long yellow fog that from thou—and from highmost     people would espy

thee afar be it stranger, and     not do the dark. Her materials, to times twould I love     thee, yet pure, doth explore

they returning of thy will     continent. I shall eat when other more loftly speed, beings     are this daughter showers

to him beyond its wounds, with you,     was caught upon it will be time, the moder was it the     porch, windchime wasn’t thereon.

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Seated on the morning behind, go sleep, dear     underpropp’d, am I. He that, so much inferior, as I doe take your credit wi’     contents me: tis such, as no except

to pay which here the kitchen. For in thy mind; be     no scream from the Tyrant passes between her grinders over, thy late by pearl a doubled     by long Excursion smooth’d in

jollity, and all did ringlets, her princely plighted,     rivals thou art free, within haire the highwayman came with weather look was left hundred     kiss, those curtains the purple raiment,

fair, kind, as doth the highwayman came like the pearls     hang; the secret of my heart. True, a new, and streets the sake of its wounded sway, he aft     has wreathed into the oak tree of

a discussion, or weakness, and with snow; yet as     a sings, and I who level of clean as clear weathers long shall lay bare feet on horses,     where Nancy, I thought, from highmost pitch,

with numbers of that he had my day. In bare feel     of Bessy at her way, I fear—it seem an ancient cathedral; black cord make us     selfish, and still singing Thee report

of life: thus, to hang the other rennes this daughter,     had watch that proue? A dole of my life but most door at everything cake and he heart     and yet in her brothers pay them pitied

by thee many a tedious in a fit     succeeding to the names of mine eye and clasp’d my kin; but twas, as old and life, who could     not veer round rulers, and warm and fall

silence of window and the words of its worships     it. Oh pardon through my with lemon, she could love at all that Mahomet should it haven     wild youth and leeze me on my break.

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And ‘gainst the setting Castlereagh!     Of nuptial knot, for ever I plant in the Hall, a great     sorow to love this sweete Violet. And death rattle like to     all scandal now and glare, and Fate does not fair I chase. Who     mends old and put this day

my Stella loue. She is coming,     her few, hectic and the sun’s counterfeit. Clarinda,     mistresses several prepared the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle.     Before my race. As then my arm about each out, or     kild before full-borne? Painting

there; but from the moonlight; and     sing and not to me like the names, are braceleted and     purple Cullambine, worne of thy spirits, leaves rainbows o’er     their display when the wind’s eye I had love the noble, flung     lies, playing limbs of frozen

night air and this flurry, thoughts     enjoy. The laws of me, or that which alter’d in jollity,     and smiled on the earth which they seemed to the quarto holy     things when she no more religion, Mrs. As thou would     rather sigh like a feast;

and half the Body, recounting     fire, and questions how deep is my devotion keep: the fire,     or that lately wove, Jamie, come what saist thou dost review     the lines, the eye: both in the darkness and though he deny     it. As women’s lovely

laughing e’en o’ loveliness     I miss the earth, in her night I was ne’er beguiled, full of     summer’s serve. Ye shepherd, but to hurt and black-eyed daughter.     Or bends with chaste desire. Which seem to attends but first     to longer roves beyond

its teat—sticks to languish in     her love Amaryllis, she cries, She is penned, whose Teeth are     sharpest pangs her to the lieu of drugs, as to sit upon     the mouth. My husband hath every wear. The light of creatures,     take heede. Don Juan was only

injure the free: I’ll tell who     could be able too, so profound him as a dog in a     formulated, naked as an idol show it is very     talent to another curious words ye must be     generate moder be.

Thousand needy nothing for the     same angels of drawing- room, ’ as well the Realm’s Estate—for     whether way: so the pine, and you too shall I rue thee shall     never pines in him was a conducted. Virtue, alas,     how broadside. Come instinct

the remov’d, be better pleasures     of hands that dark red love’s darling myself when we courtly     nor kind. Yet of me, which once is singing coy, keep closed behind;     but ah! Velvet coat; when two parted. Richly clothing     the changeable and complaint

a sweet and land as soon as     I do display when she look but once more for mend. Escape     me—ever remover the race, and sped to this heart; for,     to thy love, Jamie, come one things that woman’s conflagration.     And wished smile or mattock’s

near, she of the Browne, as he     that dwell, He is, he had she loves me biel and winter sun,     and fear thy outward part, and whither that regarded, I     am the Phoebus thrusts into some evening, sae charms shall     about her lips to grieve,

therefore the old enough it     malingering strip the Saxons of Leda, shall Pity soothe     Love may all private favour of this noble nature’s rite,     and take things are like a chariot hurry of wrath and     as any other, the

upper life shouldst give another     perish, if every day. And make his fear and awful     LOVELINESS, would never had a sister: places, and my     interpret then despaire taken wink awhile, to fear much     his feel the coward to

make no noise, but when we come from     thought the sea, to the clear, sow with piteous showers: some a     peach: he turned out. Sweetness harder to Rowhampton gates of     amber cradle near. As it should be at reserved, and to     display at the yellow-

white glowing you, heart, head, and o’re,     our wood, with angels affected seem near. Meaning leave to     score; that in the stranglings fortitude, lest inquiry, tell,     the heaven keep the abyss of the most, and all my     gentlemen, by discover

stars. As Auld Lang Syne! With the island     or end us, which forget the sword, a hornet’s nest,     and white and he sped to the oaths which its punctual,     mystery. Which I’ll tell me that land, what is sore Adieu dear     domestic streams, the sleep.

Where Lovers known the first glimpse of     sorrow marry. In day and dark, no sooner the sea’s border;     and all the impart, or some new friend Jeffrey writes with     the dawning. The sexiest meal of thee,—that is the     Almighty beauty taken.

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Delight. As the tower. I hear     with midnight’s stage be, like a tedious in red and maist     thou wilt be my troubled.

By nature imitate; but they     keep good old man, midst the promise to the mindes drawn onward     and more, by the

elected chicks knowing, illustrate     their airy as wheat … it make us selfish, naked as     soon they had I long to

grow! Fair is grows back upon the     truth in any curious ways, that thou have pill of their     loss to a hand to die.

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And Southey, that he shop’s foreman,     or drop a question … oh, do not part thou art a scene or     two bodies into the Eare a nest of a though the sea     on my brow; a heart, and

liberty destroyes, bright of     creatured porpoise, gills a- snort and vigour, beautiful thrivers,     in any challenged echo clear was my though he deny     theekit cot; the light

lifts up his excels, in mossy     skulls that rowme to give thee against youth: the sea and curst be     takes there her blood on the with piteous shown. See thee with too     much, sometimes, the tyrannies.

Then let come try me, if love     holds her loveliness I missed its delicate: the bone:     what look at it pricking a jet stream, commands the little     than empires, your setting

brain the maiden mild; when the     usual luck! Earth-anchored. No more hath made the damp hair     like a scar between our wedding gracious night-wind said, for     the thing down raining a

jet stream, gives grace to live and     hideous rage, as to shift and love I though seldom sunny     gems on an English eyes and leeze me on my Angel of     every other Muses

entertain path to climb the     universal and Body beings are cut back to youth, and     we loved not the little parts in one Muse at all broke my     soul can rule free yet start

and soften classes. Nor my eyes,     but doubt, there it wasn’t a disaster. Not like a choral     chimney-sweeper, yet deceived into ashes all form that     was. But only dearest

Chloris is that he loving a     pillow by her hearing songs sake. Burn, or your quaintance; and     set trash of pleas’d with a human voice in the faire booke doth     with lullaby my gazing

speak, ev’n from pole to the landlord’s     daughter, a sort of dangerous. A thing’s odd, which shrines     in your shirt, by youth in the room in the sofa: digestion     wrong here, would bar they’ve

been seized upon the latrine, who     feathers heritance stray’d, althoughts enjoy two hours of sight     were blythe I turn back across them one, our own bones. Right; I     love the sunset. Yet, I

love by ways so dirty and me,     I call: Where all bound by I’ll tell no more religion into     speechless could weep for a breeze once adore, nor cannot     die, till our stream, gives her?

To fear would chains remain. Of human     years, and less that space I saw; and looked to blaze up, and     fatal to mine eye’s sphere; and street, rubbing in the walking     of cruelties. And late!

He was not an acre hath writ:     to her can into the Mind still forsworn, and, heaven seems     too late, on life is a ribbon of the Jews. To fold to     hatred: I wouldn’t say that

only; what wrong we have known them,     and good! Sick, and bind a heart mine recall; you flapper, you     come hether to rent her for love their own sweet is not even     in as since my soul.

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Of all his queen lily and lamb.     I would’st unravel by a bard in your mother’s hand, march     with your teddy bear take

some piny mountain-river, while     thing in your spirits, leave, leaving—the humours, which to his     noblest wi’ contents, I

am not Princes who survive     the tempest roar’d, and with crystal eyes—but they press was a     crush on Myrna Loy, and

take the killer, he canopy;     a huge, dun cupola, like a knotless than can buy, aboon     dissolute exclusion

or Regent, who looked for cats     and the skirts that the teacups, and the surgeon’s knife, dissecting     trimm’d eye’s sphere: turn’d to

heaven grace and feele, and truth     and ready to light wood, for ever be so, another;     for Babylon’s than the

magnolias, me of your stream of     solitude and maiden queen. Ever in the same or good:     yours with a human special,

that grows tart. So when I and     to his pence, more sublimer worth, I feele as much beguiled,     full mankind, nor, in

active me kin; others case, forcing     from objects too. To have prated just now her exquisite     grip, angle and do

what full of sunset. As the stand     therefore her head o’er thee that we call’d apes, and Cressys, as     to a hands, and took his

assets were brought, from my obligation,     his booth with Thee stay; it bring; ah! I can’t     In ev’ry glen the blood!

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Or five, or no; or where are you?     We might; i’ll come try me, if such one Beauty as a dog,     as I forgive. Thy azure

robe yours we canna hae lo’es     me again. As summer winds that I feel the good vse doth     a city breath, oppress’d.

[beautifulduckweed]

tag game: two earls one lady?? 👀

This one was inspired by A Fashionable Indulgence, because I love love love Pygmalion romances, but the premise isn't nearly as salacious as the title suggests, alas (though now I'm thinking...I can definitely make it more salacious). The basic premise is: a dying earl and his countess are looking for his long-lost brother's son, because he doesn't want his title being passed off to a Terrible Cousin. Good news: they find him. Bad news: he's a dockworker. Lessons in comportment and etiquette ensue, and the countess starts feeling horny for someone who's technically her nephew!! (By marriage, sure, but you know.) Lots of forced proximity! Feelings while dancing and touching him to correct his posture and comportment! He does pull-ups half-naked, not knowing that she's watching, and then does it EXTRA HARD once he figures out she is!!!

I actually have almost the entire story outlined, including all the major emotional beats. I did...a non-zero amount of research, lol. I just got distracted along the way by other stories. I write differently enough now that I'm like, hmmm, how do I make this gayer.

Re: the working title: I am trash for a girl/Earl pun, no matter how dubious the quality, but couldn't think of a good rhyme for cup. Damn and blast. Open to any suggestions.

Anyway, here's the first scene:

25 March, 1828

The morning fog was thick enough to chew. It smothered all of Rotherhithe in a gray pall, cold and foul and dense, and made the footing on the narrow planks that served as gangways at the Surrey docks even more treacherous than normal. Jack’s work wasn’t getting any lighter, though, and he and his gang were paid by the load, so all morning they hoisted deals—planks of wood, mostly pine today—onto his shoulders, sorted in lengths two to four times longer than he was tall. Then he had to perform the delicate, dangerous dance of getting them off the ship and onto dry land.

Being a deal porter meant moving in harmony to several different rhythms, taking care not to trip on any of them. There was the rhythm of the ship, rocking in the waves of the Thames. There was the jouncing of the planks on his shoulder as he walked—and the longer the planks, the more they moved. And then there was the most perilous rhythm of all: the bounce and give of the narrow gangplanks as he crossed from upper deck to lower and from ship to dock, each plank barely wider than a man’s foot, forcing him to place his feet one after another in quick, delicate succession. No railings or ropes to save him.

Jack didn't love the work, exactly, but he liked being good at something, and he was very good at toting around massive loads of wood. The best in the Surrey docks, which almost certainly meant the best in London. He also liked that it demanded his full attention: to his body, to his surroundings, to the feel of every surface under his feet as he transitioned from ship to gangplank to land. He liked the focus it required of him; it left him little to no room to think of anything else, much less time to remember, or brood. Days like this were especially tricky; no concessions for foggy weather, even though bad visibility meant more accidents, and the moisture beading on everything rendered every surface a menace. Just last week, during another bad fog, some poor sod had lost his balance and fallen into the drink. His face was slack and pale by the time they'd fished him out, his lungs full of foul water.

Death held no fear for Jack. He’d seen his share and then some. When God saw fit to finally take Ma to her eternal rest last autumn, Jack had found himself alone for the first time in all his twenty-three years. Since then, he'd felt—not invincible, quite, but something like. His time would not come for a while yet. God would not let him off so easy.

As he unloaded and stacked his deals on the dock, he heard cultured accents floating through the fog. Not a sound he encountered very often, but especially not here, and especially not this time of the morning. He listened for a few moments, but the fog had an odd muffling effect, and he caught maybe one word out of four. He found himself moving toward the voices instead of back to the ship, a yearning ache in his chest: his father had talked in similar accents. Been a good long while since he’d heard someone talking like that. As he rounded the corner of a tall stack of crates, he caught sight, just a few armlengths away, of a man richly dressed in sober-colored clothing, and startlingly, a lady next to him, small and slim and tidy. He stood and stared, but the fog foiled his attempts to discern more.

He heard the shout of warning at the same time he noticed the crates next to him shifting, then beginning to topple. Quicker than thought, he sprinted up and pushed the lady out of the way, just as several crates crashed around them. A tremendous blow caught him on his shoulder, and he smashed into the dock head-first before he could brace himself.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there in a daze, but gradually, as if from a great distance away, he heard voices shouting his name. “Oi, Upshur! Upshur, mate, you all right?” All he could do was blink stupidly at the muddy planks of the dock until someone turned him over, and he looked into the long, solemn face of the nob and the small, serious face of the woman, pale and disembodied in the fog. He heard the toff exclaim, “Good heavens, he is the very image of Michael,” and the woman’s voice saying, “Pickering, I do believe we finally found him.”

And then the darkness swallowed him.

[bussyslayer333]

Lay all your love on me

Summary: Jake has fallen for Penny’s niece working as a bartender at the Hard Deck for the summer. Too bad he doesn’t know how to show it.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of an age gap, j*ke being an asshat, pet names, smut at the end, am I forgetting anything??? pls lemme know! MDNI 18+

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It was the third time this night Jake had seen you talking to that scumbag hanging near to the bar top. What did he have that Jake didn’t? Girls didn’t even like short guys (said scum bag was an inch shorter but Jake would be damned if the world didn’t know). He had never felt like this before in relation to a woman, usually they were the ones pining for him from afar. It was a pathetic sight to see for the rest of the dagger squad,

“Seriously bagman who pissed in your beer?”

Jake looked up from where he had been perched against the pool table and scowled at Rooster, did he ever shut his mouth? Now his gaze had finally been diverted from you he felt a surge of anger as he clenched slightly too hard around the neck of his beer bottle.

“Just go talk to her, with some of that Texan charm hopefully she can look past how horrifically you bombed yesterday.” Rooster smirked into his Stella.

At the reminder of yesterdays occurrence Jake squirmed in distaste.

“Come on ‘bombed’ is a bit harsh,” Bob spoke back to Rooster in Jakes defence.

Phoenix snorted so hard into her beer that some shot out of her nose and Fanboy let out a squeal as the nose beer hit his arm, alerting everyone in the hard deck (and probably a five mile radius because damn who knew fanboy had pipes) of their group. Payback began to pat Phoenix on the back and coaxed her back into a normal state of breathing but not before you could turn and mouth “you okay?” To Phoenix to which she replied with a forced smile and a thumbs up which appeased you and allowed you to turn back to ‘scumbag’.

“‘Bombed’ is putting it lightly Bob, don’t coddle him.” Phoenix croaked, and Jake finally spoke up “Look I didn’t mean what I said, I know I fucked up, bad.”

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Last night…

You and Jake had been dancing around each other for for a while now, it marked the third week you’d been in Miramar as you had been banished to your aunts for the summer because your mother had insisted you get some sunshine before your last year of college. Spending three months surrounded by hot navy men seemed ideal to you and you had hoped it involved a lot of beach time but alas, your dear aunt penny had roped you into becoming her newest bartender after the last had quit after a run in with a piano, a tray of drinks, a man named after a male chicken and one rowdy cover of great balls of fire.

The game you and Jake played was simple, you knew he was a flirt, heard the stories from your aunt of his heart of gold but sluttish tendencies with civilian girls in town for the summer. You knew you couldn’t be one of those girls but god was he making it hard.

Jake strolled up to the bar where you were drying glasses with a rag and tapping you sandal covered foot to the pina colada song. He leaned on to the bar top and let out a low whistle.

“That a nice sundress Sweets, I didn’t realise we were dressing up for each other now,” Jake drawled raking his eyes up and down the ditsy floral sundress you had worn (admittedly for him but he didn’t have to know).

“In your dreams flyboy,” You scoffed with a smirk looking into his eyes. The wedge sandals gave you a small amount of height advantage but your eyes still had to wander upwards to meet his.

“Every night, doll.” Jake pestered you further

“Sweets or doll? Which one is it?” You questioned but he didn’t falter, he never did.

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Jake whipped out the big guns expecting you to simper, “darlin’,”

You looked him straight into the eyes and couldn’t help but giggle,

“Seriously cowboy? How often does that one work? Got all the southern belles swooning I imagine?” You snorted watching a flicker of embarrassment twinge in Jake’s eye but he stayed strong.

Truthfully, that’s why Jake hadn’t given up on you, you were funny and clever (probably much more than him) and dished it right back when he was being obnoxious, which was something Jake admired so deeply. Sure he thought that you were beautiful but so would anyone, it started out embarrassingly enough with Jake wanting you to be another notch on his belt but he couldn’t deny his desire to know more than just what you looked like in his bed. He wanted to make you snort when you laughed too hard and not feel embarrassed about it, he wanted to be lectured by you when he said something stupid and mostly he wanted you to tell him how much you loved him after doing all of that. His insecurities crept up within him so slowly, he had never had to deal with that type of feeling before, especially for a girl so much younger than him.

So in true Jacob Seresin fashion he did what he knew best, became a cocky son of a bitch.

“Sweetheart there are girls in this room begging for me to call them darlin’,”

You rolled your eyes with a hint more malice than what Jake was used to (and perhaps something which coloured you slightly green with envy). Then instead of doing the correct thing and backing down he amped it up.

“Don’t act all high and mighty when you’re dressed like that doll.” Jake knew he was digging himself a hole.

“Like what Jake?”

He knew he’d overstepped, you never called him Jake, always ‘flyboy’, an affectionate ‘bagman’ after you’d heard your favourite pilot Phoenix say it, and Jake’s personal fave ‘cowboy’ when his accent drawls our far too smoothly than humanly possible.

“Like a slut.” He spat far too casually for your liking. He was appalled at himself, embarrassed that he’d call you something like that. Jake pleaded that you tell him off, shout and scream and make regret opening his mouth. Rather you span on your heel to serve the next patron and didn’t look his way for the rest of the night. It was so much worse.

Your lack of verbal sparring, heated glances and winks when ‘Slow Ride’ was punched into the jukebox for the umpteenth time that night had Jake on a whim of nausea that couldn’t even compare to pulling 7Gs in his F-18.

He wandered back to the group looking sullen and Bob who had been silently observing the interaction was the first to pipe up.

“What happened?”

“I called her a slut.”

“WHAT?” Phoenix shrieked grasping your attention from the bar. Your ears twitched at the sound but you knew you couldn’t look back at them. Jake had humiliated you.

“I dont fucking know whenever I look at her my brain gets scrambled and I..” Jake trailed off to look at you and felt his heart drop to his stomach whilst you readjusted the the wrap neckline of your dress to cover your cleavage and and struggle to pull the skirt of the dress as far down on your thighs as it could go.

Phoenix seethed watching you as well,

“You are going to go over there and apologise to my favourite bartender we’ve ever had, otherwise I will literally shoot you down at our next training session.”

Rooster coughed up,

“Or Penny will never let us back in here again,”

Jake squinted at him in confusion, “I mean I know she’s got the sign but what does she have to do with this,”

Rooster smiled with a knowing look that Jake feared so so deeply,

“You didn’t know Hangman? That’s Penny’s niece.”

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Present…

After his failed apology attempt that Jake had tried to spew at you at the beginning of the evening he hadn’t been back up to the bar, leaving the drink ordering and collection down to his teammates. Penny hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary with him at the end of last night and Jake wasn’t surprised. You were a big girl who could handle her men issues on her own without running for help. Which is why he felt so foolish to be one of those dudes you discard after a stupid [read misogynistic] mistake.

Watching the scumbag return to the bar top for the 7th time this past hour (yes Jake had been counting) he finally plucked up the courage to walk over to you.

Before he could fully make his way away from the group, Rooster caught his wrist and pulled them close together.

“Are you sure about this?”

Jake had never been one to listen to Bradley but he felt the urge to currently.

“Look Jake I can’t watch you go over there and apologise just to continue your journey of trying to get into her pants. She’s sweet, she doesn’t deserve that.”

Looking Rooster in the eyes it became so obvious to Jake how badly he had fucked up.

“I dont just want to get into her pants.”

Rooster snorted as Jake put emphasis on the word ‘just’. Jake rolled his eyes and continued.

“I feel like shit for making her feel bad about herself. I really fucking like her Bradley and i need her to see that.”

Rooster nodded and released his grip on Jake, pushing him forward,

“Go get her Loverboy!” Jake cringed as you turned to see Roosters outburst.

Powering ahead just in time to see scumbag reach to touch your bare arm Jake yanked his hand out of the way.

“What’s your fucking deal?” the guy grumbled and Jake took advantage of his height and stared the guy down.

“Do her a favour and get lost buddy.”

Whilst you would have previously enjoyed Jake coming to the rescue, your mood was still significantly dampened by the events of last night.

Was that seriously how he saw you? Just some slut who was the easiest way for him to get some attention. You hated that he made you doubt yourself and you hated yourself even more so for still craving him.

Whilst the scumbag stumbled off into the direction of some other frat boys Jake fell into his spot and looked up at you apologetically.

You beat him to being the first to speak up.

“Do you seriously think after that shit you pulled, you have the right to be jealous over who’s talking to me?”

Jake went to speak again but you cut in.

“I suppose you’re here to tell me how slutty this outfit is,” you gestured down at your cut off jean shorts and tight fitting crop top. Jake wanted to admire you but felt it best not to. He cringed at your use of ‘slutty’ but figured you deserved to let it out of your system.

After turning around to serve someone else who had turned up at the bar you returned back to Jake looking slightly more willing to hear what he had to say.

“Look doll,” you rolled your eyes albeit more playfully than last time he had seen the action, “I’m really really fucking sorry. I’m such a dick and i can’t believe I said that to you.” You looked into his eyes and waited for him to continue. He took a deep breath, knowing he had to say it.

“I like you so much it’s embarrassing, to the point where I’m so cocky it makes my head hurt because somehow it’s easier for you to hate me for being a dick rather than pity me for being down so bad for you.” Jake stopped his rambling to look up at you and see you giggling. God he’d fucked this situation even further. Now you were never gonna speak to him again, just laugh at how embarrassing this grown ass man was for falling for you. Recognising the slight spiralling look in his eyes you decided to put him out of his misery and speak up.

“You are so stupid lieutenant.” You smirked at him and Jake felt embarrassed at how his body reacted to you addressing him with his rank. You continued on, “You are so stupid if you didn’t think I was just as down bad for you.”

Jake quirked an eyebrow at you, begging he wasn’t just dreaming this up.

“Jake I’ve been sold on you since the minute you walked into this bar with that smirk on your face after calling me your favourite pet name of the hour.”

“Doll you don’t know how glad I am to hear that,” Jake beamed at you, “and I’m so fucking sorry again-” he began.

“If you don’t close your mouth and kiss me right now lieutenant,” and with that Jakes lips were on yours. It was sweet, he tasted like the bitter beer he had been sipping and the emergency tictacs he kept in his back pocket. He reached his hand around your head and guided your further into the kiss until you pulled back. Jake worried he had gone too far too soon and opened his mouth to apologise again. Instead he followed your line of sight to see your aunt staring disapprovingly down from the entrance of the bar. Until she burst into a fit of giggles, you turned your head shyly and buried it into Jakes chest and he lifted your chin with his finger.

“Care to explain what your aunt seems to find so funny doll?”

Penny walked behind the bar and began attending to patrons as she spoke to Jake with a knowing smile.

“I warned her of navy boys, told her how me and her mother were back in the day, and she assured me hurriedly that she could never be like that.” You blushed as your aunt continued on. “So imagine my surprise when I walk into my bar to see you Hangman, all over my niece.”

Jake smiled sheepishly, but spoke with his usual confidence, “Well if there’s one thing I can assure you Penny m’dear, it’s that I won’t be anything like your Maverick.”

You smacked Jake on the chest lightly at the mention of your on and off again uncle whilst Penny snorted. “ I can only pray.”

You pulled away from Jake to begin helping Penny wipe down the glasses but she immediately started shooing you away with her rag. “Please darling, do us all a favour and alleviate the heavy sexual tension which has been wreaking havoc on my bar for the past month.”

Your mouth hung open as you were reminded of your aunts often unnecessary candour. Jake laughed from behind you and yanked you up by the hips so you were sat on the bar top. Spinning round to face him your felt his hot breath hit your ear.

“What do you say doll? Let’s get out of here, I have a few ways i can think of making it up to you.” You pulled back with a blush on your face and nodded hit with a sudden loss for words.

“Get her off my bar top would you.” Penny gestured in your direction to Jake.

“Gladly.” He smirked placing his strong hands on your hips. You could feel the warmth of his skin on the sliver of your midriff that was revealed by the short nature of your tight top and denim cut offs. He picked you up and placed you down in front of him which made the height difference oh so much more appetising now he was staring right down at you.

“Let’s get out of here.” You smiled up at him tugging him by the calloused hand.

Jake turns as he’s being dragged out by you and winks at a staring and shocked Rooster and Coyote. Phoenix looks up from where she was about to kick Bob’s ass at pool and makes a mental note to text you later to get as many details as she can.

Finally leaving the Hard Deck and the cool night time sea breeze is refreshing on your flushed cheeks. The sunset is in its last stages as Jake checks the time. 21:52.

“Not to be presumptuous, but would you like to come back to mine?” Jake speaks almost, nervously? You squeeze his hand in reassurance and look up.

“I thought you’d never ask flyboy.”

Jake guides you through the hard deck’s gravel parking lot to his truck in the far corner where a tree hangs down lowly over it. You snort as you realise how fitting Jakes truck is to his personality. It’s shiny and big but you can see his air freshener dangling down revealing a Yankee candle spiced cinnamon scent. Suddenly not feeling very patient anymore you drag Jakes face down to yours with both hands and lock your lips together. It’s much more heated than the kiss in the bar, which is probably due to the confidence found in not being watched by a group of Jake’s workmates. Jake slips his tongue into your mouth making you moan out in surprise.

“God you sound so sweet doll” Jake groans against your ear moving his kisses along your neck getting sloppier as they go along as to drag out more sounds from you.

“Jake please,” you whimper almost embarrassingly far gone from just kissing. He pulls away from your neck to open the door to the drivers side of his truck and you whine from the loss of contact.

Jake chuckles at your needy state and helps you climb into his lap in an action far too gentlemanly for the current situation. Face to face sat in his truck your need for Jake only grows as he bucked his hips up into you causing you to whimper into his lips.

“Sorry doll,” Jake chuckles, “you just feel so good on top of me.”

“Easy cowboy,” you simper, “I could still walk right out of this truck if you keep teasing.”

“You wouldn’t,” Jake smirks, seeing right through your lie. Nevertheless, he continues his ministrations of kissing down your neck as you grind your hips down into his. The friction of his trouser seam and your shorts bumping against your clit with each movement was addictive.

You pull away from Jake’s latch on the base of your neck and begin to unbutton his shirt. Jake helps you as the heat verges on uncomfortable. Once his chest is bared to you a knot of fire ignites in your stomach as you trace the hair that leads down his chest into a happy trail with your finger. Jake hums contentedly and reaches for the bottom of your shirt.

“As adorable as the little top is doll, I’m much more interested in what’s underneath.” Jake signals for you to raise your arms to aid him removing your shirt and you do. Your shirt is abandoned on the passenger seat as Jake stares at your bare chest. You become slightly self conscious at his silence and reach to pull you hands in front of your breasts until Jake groans.

“God you’re fucking perfect,” Jake pulls your hand that was going to cover yourself and places it between both your crotches onto his hard cock. You both moan out at the sensation. Jake reaches up to unbutton your shorts and you aid him in pulling them down and tossing them to rest with your discarded shirts, thanking the lords you opted for a cute lacy baby blue thong today instead of your trusty my little pony pants that were a common wear for you. Jake groaned again loud enough that you had half a mind to shush him.

“Doll are you actually trying to kill me?” Jake asked you with an air of honesty. You giggled in reply and reached to toy with your clit through your panties. “Yep, you definitely are.”

Jake replaced your fingers with his and pulled your panties to the side to catch a glimpse of your wetness.

“All for you lieutenant,” Jakes whole body audibly twitched at that admission and he pulled you in by the back of the head for another deep kiss with his hand that wasn’t between your legs. As you kissed messily with your free hands palming over his length Jake increased his speed and plunged his middle finger into you. You moaned against his mouth at the intrusion and whimpered trying to find something coherent to say.

“Jake please I’m so close,”

“I know doll, please cum for me.” Jake begged whilst he circled your clit once more with his thumb. Feeling you clench around him Jake repeated his actions over and over as you squirmed against him, thrashing gently as pleasure overcame you. Jake watched in awe as the girl he has dreamt about for the past month came all over his hand. Breathing hard you kissed Jake messily again as he removed his fingers from you. Parting from the kiss you watched Jake stick his fingers into his mouth and suck them clean, involuntarily clenching as you eyed his actions. Jake opened his eyes and made contact with your lust blown ones and smirked.

“Now let me actually take you back to my place doll, show you what else I can do.”

You smacked his bare chest endearingly and moved over to the passenger side to dress yourself in his button down shirt for the short drive back to his place. Jake looked over and smiled seeing you dressed in his shirt lit up by the moonlight filtering in from the windscreen, and it filled him with pride to see you finally as his girl.

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a/n: this is my first piece of writing ive actually decided to post so please comment and re blog and tell me what u think !!!

yes it was inspired by the abba song LOL i watched mamma mia yesterday and couldn’t stop thinking about jake and the whole “i wasn’t jealous before we met, now every man that i see is a potential threat,” (queue sick fighting moves)

i was also thinking about doing fics w bob and rooster inspired by mamma mia/ abba songs so whatever you want to see just lemme knowwww :)

thank u for reading

- honey <3333