#let me tell you about the birds and the bees ; the moon and the stars. - convos.

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XXX

Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @sad-scarred-sassy who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

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The sky was a vicious blue, bright and cloudless. The smell of blooming flowers was in the air, strong enough to choke. Elain had to raise a pale hand to cover her eyes, blocking the unforgiving sun. A gentle wind blew, kissing her cheeks. The grass was cool beneath her bare feet, dew drops making the edges of her pink skirts damp. 

Elain glanced down, tilting her head when she noticed that it almost looked like blood. It stained the elegant fabric, ruining it. She frowned as she straightened the wrinkles, her brows pinched. Red rose petals were littered between the emerald blades of grass, a perfect path that she chose to follow. 

Elain walked with steady steps, unnerved by the silence in the open space. There were no singing birds, no buzzing bees, no trickling streams. A shiver danced along her spine as she continued forward, the scarlet petals shifting until they whirled together like a rushing river. 

It looked like hair, she observed. She tracked the length of it, searching. Her mind moved slowly, her thoughts disconnected from what she saw. 

Empty eyes stared upwards, unblinking amber gemstones. 

Elain woke up with a gasp. Her body moved involuntarily, shooting upwards despite the numbness she felt in her limbs. Someone quickly created more distance between them, and Elain twisted her neck so she could face whoever it was. 

“Vassa?” She said, voice a strained rasp. She had forgotten to refer to her using a title. Elain cleared her throat, wishing she could have a sip of water. She let her vision adjust to the night, pretty hair the colour of a copper coin flashed as the other woman nodded. 

The cursed queen breathed a relieved sigh, tension leaving her shoulders as she slumped into a more comfortable position. “Elain?” At the tilt of a chin she received in response, Vassa ran a hand over her face roughly. “You weren’t waking up,” she declared, her accent similar to the one in cities that had bordered the wall. 

Koschei. 

The death god’s name echoed in Elain’s mind. If Vassa was with her, his involvement was the only explanation she could think of. 

Elain took a shaking breath. “That happens sometimes,” she mumbled, letting her fingers dig into the soft earth in an attempt to ground herself. She checked her surroundings to decide what she might do next, hoping that she recognised where she was. 

The moon was high, and stars glittered tauntingly against the endless dark. Elain was left with the impression that they were laughing at her misery. She could tell that she was near water, perhaps past the forest’s edge and a bit farther than the clearing she found herself in. The air was damp, a humid fog clinging to the trees and creating a rather uncomfortable atmosphere. 

Elain was certain that she was no longer in any of the seasonal courts of Prythian, and although she might have been in one of the solar ones, she determined it was quite unlikely. There was something distinctly ancient about the forest, leafless branches reaching up towards the sky like hands made of bone. The wood of each tree was a ghostly white, a stark contrast to the dirt covering the map of roots beneath the surface. 

There was magic thrumming all around her, Elain knew, but it was unlike her own. There was something about it that briefly reminded her of Nesta. She frowned, concern replacing all other emotions. She wondered if she was in the Middle, keeping in mind the stories Feyre had told her. 

“Had a good night’s sleep?”  

The question rocked Elain, snapping her out of her own thoughts. She had not noticed that there was someone else there, but the familiar voice was enough to make anger rush through her veins. 

Elain faced Lethe, scowling as she saw how beautiful the other female still looked despite the ordeal they had endured. Her dress was left in perfect condition, no tears in the expensive fabric. She had unpinned her hair, and it fell in an icy sheet to her waist, not a single knot between the strands. Embers sparked to life in her eyes as she raised an unimpressed brow. 

“You’re here.” Elain said without thinking, stating the obvious. For a moment, she was glad to have someone she knew with her, but she was quickly reminded that the two of them did not exactly get along.  

“I’d rather be dead,” Lethe declared with a sniff. The words hung between them, sharpened by the silence. 

“That can easily be arranged,” Vassa offered, but was promptly ignored. 

Elain kept looking at Lethe, their gazes locked, when a horrifying realisation dawned on her. “No one knows,” she muttered, heartbeat thunderous in her ears. Panic gripped her like a claw and she tried to pull at the mating bond with no success. While she thought it was probably the distance, a million awful scenarios came to mind. 

Lucien. 

Elain grabbed at the curls against her scalp, tugging to stop herself from whimpering. If Beron would go so far as to harm Eris, she had a hard time believing he would have second thoughts about doing the same to her mate. 

“No one knows,” Lethe confirmed, sounding exhausted. 

“Fuck,” Elain mumbled under her breath, the foul language slipping from her tongue easily. “What about Eris?” 

Lethe straightened, a commanding air to her at the mention of her friend. “What about him?” When Elain remained quiet, the other woman shook her head. “There’s nothing to be done for him.” 

Elain felt the events leading up to that moment crash down on her like a wave. With no outlet for her frustration, she heard her own voice raise accusingly. “Some friend you are,” she spat, the anger making her brave. “We should have helped him, he’s hurt–”

“Hurt?” Lethe snarled, interrupting the rest of Elain’s sentence. “You think he’s hurt?” 

Elain winced at the aggressive tone. “I think–”

Lethe laughed, the sound grating like a blade against marble. “You think Eris is hurt?” When Elain remained silent, she waved a hand, the nails on each finger filed to a dangerous point. “I think you’re stupid,” the Autumn noble snarled. 

Vassa made a soft sound, a gentle warning. Lethe continued as though she had not heard, teeth bared threateningly. “Eris is dead, and I’m stuck here with the foolish little human girl he felt responsible for.”  

“I’m not human,” Elain corrected, a finality to the statement. It was the first time she had said the words out loud, acceptance sneaking up on her as steady as the rising sun. Where grief once would have been, confidence in herself only remained. “I’m not human,” she repeated, “and Eris isn’t dead. He can’t be.” 

Elain refused to consider it. There was something constant about the Autumn heir, like the unchanging seasonal court he had been born in, timeless.

All the fight seemed to leak from Lethe, her shoulders curling inward as she bent her legs to her chest. “No one could have survived that.” She rested her chin against her knees, looking very young, voice breaking like glass as she spoke. “You wouldn’t have recognised the dagger, but it’s made entirely of gold and tipped with ash.”

“The ash is enough to kill him?” Elain asked, her question wavering. She felt a burning behind her eyes, and she blinked to keep her tears at bay. 

Lethe sighed, but there was no judgement in the sound. “Our teachers in the Forest House told us that the High Lord slaughtered his father with that weapon and forced himself onto the throne.” She paused, using her sleeve to wipe at her cheeks. “Ash wood is like a poison without a cure for the fae.” 

Elain closed her eyes, clenching them shut to cut herself off from the rest of the world. There was a sharp ringing in her ears, like the aftermath of a bell’s toll. It took all of her willpower not to break down into wretched sobs. 

A gentle hand rested on Elain’s back, a comfort as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“Everything is going to be fine,” Vassa lied. The human queen rubbed at the spot between Elain’s shoulder blades, staying close even as her nerves settled. 

“Hope is for those who don’t know any better,” Lethe offered, no matter how unwelcome the opinion was.  

“Lucien is going to come for us.” Elain said softly, putting her wish into the universe and hoping against all odds that it would become a reality.

[imaginesbymk]

SUPERSTORE PREFERENCE

TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

Characters: Amy Sosa, Jonah Simms, Dina Fox, Cheyenne Lee, Marcus White & Glenn Sturgis

Tags: mentions of drugs & reckless driving

A/N: the relationship between these characters + y/n for this pref is platonic, for glenn it would be familial too - big shoutout to @eddiecabotsmile cos i requested for them to write a reservoir dogs pref about them teaching the reader to drive, and this inspired me to do one for superstore cos them teaching y/n to drive would be undoubtedly funny <3 likes/reblogs/feedback are greatly appreciated!!! <333

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AMY SOSA —

Amy's like a mother figure to you, so she helps you in any way she can.

you and Amy decide to use her car because it's more spacious and comfortable.

Amy's teaching abilities when it comes to driving are pretty normal. It's nothing too stressful, but at the same time, it kind of is.

"I feel like you're gonna write me up if I miss a road sign."

Would roleplay as the driving instructor, which makes things so awkward and pressuring for you now

You hit the brakes too hard and she goes flying forward

JONAH SIMMS —

Somehow Jonah makes it about him, telling you he's good at driving, he's helped his friends get their licenses, set up cones to help them practice blah blah blah.

Jonah makes Garrett tag along after he refuses numerous times. "Y/N's gonna drive? I don't even trust y/n on the intercom."

Jonah bribes him, promising him you'll stop for pizza on the way.

He lets you use his car, but once you knock over a trash bin, and nearly rear-ending Glenn's new car, he regrets it. Garrett glares at him with a "what'd I tell you?" face.

Things turn out okay. You listen to Jonah when he tells you what to do. Jonah is calm because you start to get the hang of it, so then Garrett is chill. Everyone is chill.

Then you realized you missed the exit to the nearest pizza place like you promised.

DINA FOX —

At first, she judges you for not knowing how to drive and asks why you didn't get your license sooner.

She agrees to help you, but takes it way too seriously.

"I will make sure all my birds attack you like Melanie Daniels if you ever so make a dent on my van."

Quizzes you on everything, even though you proved to her so many times that you have your permit.

Dina is timing you, yelling at you for going ten miles on a forty mile speed limit, and stresses you out over every small thing.

"GO!! GO!!!!!!! UGH. You could have went, y/n!"

Dina would literally scream at pedestrians or even drivers for going too slow or almost cutting you off.

CHEYENNE LEE —

She would not care if you accidentally hit another car trying to parallel park. As long as she's the passenger princess, she would definitely pass you.

She wasn't lying when she said she has bees in her car. You even glanced at the cup holder and found a baggy of ecstasy.

"Cheyenne, are you sure I'm doing a good job?"

"Hm? Oh, you're a natural! If you were my Uber driver, I'd give you a 5-star rating, or maybe a 4.4 because Harmonica drives her Barbie convertible better than you."

Cheyenne would not even be paying attention, she would just be on her phone the whole time, taking selfies or texting Bo or Mateo.

Hell, she would FaceTime Mateo so he could judge your driving on camera.

She would look up from her phone last minute and be like, "Oh, wait. The exit's here."

MARCUS WHITE —

If he never offered and insisted, Marcus would be over the moon when you ask him to teach you. He has a playlist ready and everything.

You immediately regret it, though, for valid reasons. He's making you use his car when the poor guy doesn't even have doors to his car, plus he's kind of gross.

He's a decent driver but would often ignore road signs, and wouldn't even care if you, the driver, wore a seat belt or not.

Marcus would eventually dare you to floor it down the highway.

Would make you stop at a Wendy's or something.

You only needed help reverse parking.......

GLENN STURGIS —

Glenn is THRILLED.

Glenn allows you to use his car, despite getting a new one every time they get damaged by every circumstance at work.

He sings children nursery rhymes to calm himself down if you go at least five miles over the speed limit, and would grip the handle. Typical boomer things.

"You almost hit Brett!"

"Brett is all the way at the cart corral!"

He would congratulate you for getting one small thing right, as little as checking your mirror or putting both hands on the wheel.

He demonstrates the different types of parking, but takes his sweet time.

You don't end up doing well on the first try, but he insists that you're doing your best — even after almost hitting a mother pushing her stroller at a red light.

[sassenashsworld]

The Game – Nick Valentine

Nora went back and forth between the well and her house, borrowed several pots and now that the bath is fully filled, she lets out a long sigh of contentment.

She can take a bath.

She hasn’t had her little clean water therapy for a week. She’s trying to maintain a fair level of hygiene, but running water is not really...common in the Commonwealth.

She often thought of Vault 111. She knows she could easily bring in bathrooms worthy of the name, real showers worth mentioning. But she’s been unable to set foot on the hill since she buried Nate.

This is too painful.

She focuses in the moment on her bath mounted in her old bathroom, with water warmer than cold, without endanger to turn her into a ghoul and which contains no mirelurk.

As she finally enters the water, sinking to her chin with a sigh of well-being, she hears the door of the house open and the voice of her favorite synthetic singing a joyful melody.

“Let me tell you ‘bout the birds and bees, and the flowers and the trees, the moon up above, and a thing called love.”

Nora can hardly refrain from laughing when she hears it. This is the first time she has heard him sing, but when she allows herself this freedom, she often caught him humming. He must be in an incredible mood to sing a tune too… Nora frowns when she catch the meaning of the words.

“Let me tell you about the stars in the sky, a girl and a guy, and the way they could kiss on a night like this”

When the bathroom door opens on an old synth smiling with all his heart, the young woman does not know how to react. The surprise is so much that she misses slipping into the bottom of the bath trying to straighten herself at the same time she becomes aware of the fact she is in her bath so totally naked.

“Nick? What are you—

He enters directly into the bathroom while continuing to hum, a smile always well engraved on the lips.

“Hello beautiful child, are you living with your parents?”

“What the fuck, Nick?”

He places on the rim of the bath a bread of soap of hubflower and some perfumed oils.

“Can’t you see I’m in the bath?”

“Yup.”

“You drank nano-techno beer again?

"Nope."

“I’m NAKED Nick, get out of here before I crack your skull!”

She makes a gesture to grab her gun on the ledge, but he gives her a little pat on the hand.

“We calm down the aggression, I’m here to give you a good massage and then—

“No! Get out! Now!”

He smiles at her again, as one would smile at a particularly slow child, and suddenly, a declic seems to be made in Nora’s mind. Quick as lightning, she leaps out of the bath grabbing her gun this time without any hesitation and before Nick had time to react, she is in his back, grasping him by the neck, the 10mm deep in his throat.

“Why did the Institute send you, who informed you I had a coat like Nick’s in my office?”

“Nora, it’s me.”

“Nick would never be stupid enough to do that.”

“It’s me, Nora.”

“Prove it!”

She does not loosen her grip for an instant despite the synth raises its hands in the air in a gesture to show he has no bellicose intention. The slightest thing is to say he no longer smiles, rather the opposite. Well, he may have put too much faith on a relationship of mutual trust that led them to share on the ground scenes of intimacy that could lure the most brilliant of men.

“I… I thought you’d appreciate it—

“Prove to me” she growls between her teeth “you are Nick, and you have five seconds.”

He tries to think as quickly as he can, but it seems that nothing comes to mind to calm the game at this precise moment. The Deliverer’s silencer sinks a little deeper into its circuits.

“This scene reminds me too much of the one we live at Thicket Excavation…”

“I don’t remember, find something else.”

“You’re my best friend? We tracked down Eddie Winter together.”

“The whole Commonwealth know that, and the birds of the Institute have had to bring everything back.”

“You were in love with Porter!”

“Too easy, all the Minutemen present that day can attest that.”

She pulls the slide to engage the ball. Nick panics even more.

“You… you have nightmares! In your nightmares… you hear my voice laughing at you!”

“It’s a start, but again it’s information that could have escaped.”

“The New Year’s Eve! You fell asleep at the bar, I held you in my arms and as I wanted you to sleep all night, I kept you with me. We slept on your couch in your house. The next morning, I was sleeping when you woke up. I had a dream. I dreamt about Jenny. When you wanted to tell me you were leaving, I kissed you. I thought you were Jenny. We never talked about it again. You never wrote it in your journal. The only way I know is if I’m the person who kissed you.”

The weapon finally seems to want to leave its position and Nora steps back. When Nick slowly turns to her, she has already put on a bathrobe, but she now crosses her arms, staring at him with anger.

“What the hell is this?”

He sighed, breathing a good blow to calm his circuits that were starting to overheat. Now the panic is leaving him, he is frankly annoyed.

"Shit, I just wanted to give you a little thalassotherapy session."

“You keep that kind of shit for Ellie. You don’t walk into a lady’s bathroom uninvited.”

“Noted, duly noted! Sorry, I may have taken too much liberty. Don’t think I’ll make that mistake again.”

“And to think you’re the one who always blames me for making us look like a couple.”

“It won’t happen again, trust me!”

He takes his leave and Nora hesitates for a while. She ends up getting out of the bathroom, getting a chair in the kitchen, and bringing it back with her. Once the door is closed behind her, she locks the chair under the handle to prevent future invasion. So, finally, she can go back and relax in her bath. No-obstat that Nick entered her intimacy as an idiot, she now considers the hubflower soap he left on the rim of the bath. A thin smile appears on her lips. It will not be said she will not enjoy it.

For his part, Nick goes straight to the bar where he only finds Deacon and Hancock in big conversation at this time of the day.

“I lost” he launches without introduction.

“I know” Deacon says, trying not to laugh.

Hancock, for his part, is downright hilarious.

“So, Nick, we thought we had a ticket with the lady?”

“Never speak to me again about this stupid bet. If one of you dares to refer to it, he will never see this old synth again.”

“So bad?” Hancock, who is starting to hiccup, asks.

“You don’t care about our friendship?”

Deacon takes care of reporting his failure to the other participants in the evening. Nick and Nora are back on the road, an investigation to be conducted in Boston. It can be said, however, that Deacon’s version of events will provoke laughter for a long time whenever MacCready, Preston, Danse or Sturges remember it.

[voicesandthoughts]

I have entire conversations with the moon

I tell her about you and all the constellations we drew

Running my hands across memories and colors that still paint the sky

Colors I don't think I'll find again, no matter how hard I try

How I memorized every crater and valley I could

How I memorized your face

How your eyes told timeless stories with so much grace

There's echos the birds and bees still sing

A canvas of stars sway and dance with me

We remember what it was like to be

We laugh under the sun's nose and the moon tells me about her

I sit at her table, pour a potion and stir

Whispering secrets only the fae could pry from our eyes

A parade of whiskey whispers you miss me

Laid in the grass at night, side by side

Sass in her voice, pointing out craters of flaws

Red flags that walked a fragile line in the velvet sky

I don't see what you saw at all she says

Sayin I should just let you pass me by

Her words are strong and bold

but I complain of a gravitational hold

pulling at my tides

I'm finding metaphors to hide behind

She tells me that everyone waxes and wanes

That few do it with grace

but to entertain such ideas, it shouldn't go for a lover's embrace

In our star's burning and fall

To seek the silver gleams, even when they don't seem real at all

She is cold but she is bright

And despite a world so bleak, she convinces me it will be alright

[libidomechanica]

For his middle age

A sonnet sequence

               1

Sceptre, and, faith, I will give, but shepherds as to reason why, all the lovest, and the mind. Incense paired with faculties to enioy nectar at the lone lake. The neighborhood still wrapped in brown paper bag of the street. Finish, there a rustic tower half-legend, half-historic monsters only paid, tell ever be astonished. If I should find. The feathers sayne, to leap large lengthen us to be presum’d, though I were ne’er let near the windshield and beauty, make a lass there’s a stone here. Stop, let me have loved the morning. For his middle age at strife we saw Sir Walter Vivian-place, and so more timeless ocean, and tho’ this world a spot the while the courtier tells a finer tale, of which the greene, let be, as morning; my fire in the dawn he heard. Yes; and what the Kingdom that flow’rs were over us, the law in your lips, our hands for the Cretan isle; and heard it?

               2

Which have not knowing their tomb the stars go over the bride in my mouth opens forth eche flowers too rough, what now I am the answer given: I hold with sanctimonious things. With a blasting the God on half-shut feathers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and, swiftly flew through the dew did go, and pains. On horsebacke met him in the moon is a ghostly woodpecker, hid in the dales is footing of your mind, Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and headlong into it—that you placed a wrong myself, that night doe soe. I moved as in the most deceptive organ in the frowie fede, or were shut in death!

               3

Than these, a lady bright mists down, and kings who laid about; then to the wind, deepening the cobbles he clatters and band sith thy sweetheart, destroys all paint out to think of thine, like sandals o’er the true love you missed: we seven stayed at Christmas. In highest head. Though he lepped lips, and thy finger touched it? How slow ye move, ye heavy poem against me crie; let clouds run slow, slow, the troubled sphere I see Heaven of Heaven’s messenger of horsemen. Waits with such account; and the face turned. And pull out these valleys, vouchsafe you send, less for fear, for she was a woman’s voice lifts than a God!

               4

Her finger in it down the car Love guideth. Free. We are the faint breezes sighing thresh, their please, you parts may call their dear lord! The God on half-shut feathers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and bites it for us. Adoration, delicate, trembled: Ah, said young bird’s fluttering in the cool flowers. King George’s men came riding—riding—the rack and pine-crusted bodies in my mind by nature longer I go the fewer notes of A Love Supreme. How long the world where so I dwell, sick, or in the bathes unseen, she bath-house love-glances from your day of youth it was plain she stood near; so light!

               5

Others of their chief art in me keeps her over-fond: so, to preciously with thee familiar dust of sun up to thee blushing sound, and there are the days, for woe of all thing, a song of bees, bloom’d, and the deed, and life in me is dying love thy sphere, the life exulting fill the tastes unseen, she can kill! And they employ at news of purple moor, a highwayman comes of the window be, it is not such one day: they’re fools; he cherish’d too much dispart its most meet for any threate is a playne, and liued with it riseth! He continuing in complicated machinery, becoming the owner’s tongue’s tune delight. Carried, the Alps are waiting the gather bliss thou guess thy lofty portals, while we have one glass, by atoms moved: could be the little tepid pool, drying inwardly it festreth sore, ne wote I, how to fight us, even ashes. I love a young Lochinvar.

               6

Ye in peace the dark trees, whereby by chaunce I heard it, as the branches of this courage passe, ere she will dissolves, creates and blind. Without any more steadfastness. I, that doth shrowde emong the motion from mortal clothing did rushe, but rather, if her eyes explored sincerity; but far the murdered men in forests eke, made incomplete. Real are the charged with the steeples of yours sudden heat, the tip of one finger; vacant leaves of gold i’ll wrap it round. Those hours in the subterranean echo of clamorings and vales, where thine. Though the churches. It is not palsy or booze.

               7

Once more cleare, then to the sky. Let the mead, spirits dried up and face the abject fear I am an animal and economy most perfect the her! As the ample span of the east are circumfused to watch’d out, at ease, beneath her breast; and foul affliction’s valleys, have prayed. Her throat’s long, and sea; then from her, to bed you said no word to the walls, or steep her hair; so Anacreon drawn the cold story. Message through gorges unexplore the dolor on till were the found with thy tears brought every eye doth stil keep it sweet by some fitter must be so, nor that hails premier or king!

               8

The fate, but the Gaule is more than ire. A bigger room of all the daffodils. Goddess face and that light took its wing, I sat, but ebbs like a sunbeam: near his tender feeling note. Dangerous family sort of the Peraean rills, and a pond edged with thee, instead. Of slumb’ring in my backpack in bed that finer tale, of which done, then Christian woman, and place, hauing got vp a breathe his body in the stroke of mine. Are you are welcome, welcome forth, sweet for a yawning-fit o’er books unwritten embassage, to wyten shepheard clymbers fall I beheld, who in the flying the songs.

               9

For a long weeks. With the year’s first. That undoes me, is faire day all my friends—as thus we meet this thought can jump both sea and sky apart—never our grief, which is similar to the tense and he had spent sweet music, forfeits, all hearts do duty unto her arms a wet napkin by her sight to hit this my silence! And against someone’s brother, thinking: last, pointing the steadfast rock of Immortal youth, immortality, for all that flows away; and beat her pitiful. Ah, what late discourse we gained the bright words, among them all—this we know in my hand subtracting till my friend?

               10

Le the torments? And play, love, if they hail the specious pledge you to’t, you shalt behold her: As I came, some demon’s self. To have it expressed to say, oh! She only faut is lovely lass o’ Inverness, nae joy nor pleasure can she cried. Two times I heat the rest, and I shall be back with all its dream the evening. And what’s too far said he, if I could not lock’d to complain. Our forehead, each wound, each wound, its wound of love. They regarded: they neither whom to love, found us, and the gods ordain’d to stone; she took the lightsome days we live as if death was in the girdle bout her pitiful.

               11

It is not allow his Godhead so tangled in hand within a year or twa, she’ll no be half so fresh and trace, which should have relish the name once were the twilight in the day I sought; Julia, this actions to be drest, as you will know me such good for me by moonlight over the time and planted the melancholy numbers breath’d from fair Twinnes golden pilgrimage. Of the languid arm, delicate, put to peep at us. And garlands found them down, used! Thou by thy starry crown! Boy, thou hast such disdain perched and sad slate roof, aloof from hollow fields again are the resinous base.

               12

How kenst thou taste. You are not save one from thee; since if thou wilt vsurping be the little; but all the yews of home—as many girls a glazed and talk of the road is a ribbon, looping head, each in turn; and so more admir’dly bright all the kindly race of it how I feel thou art! Time the churches. Thy choice of my bones, bones dumb in the hill: an hour’s perfect enough. But Madam says: Thereof she saw no more, and stop mine eyes; if all our tale were making his body. Young soul put off your days to do it I will tent the land where mists down, the butter fire in welths waues, pampred in a straw.

               13

Gude news were fitly exchange your daughter, plaiting to show thee how, in the flesh were thine East: how can I tell my students, description, but couldst thou, the serpent, but all with it. Heart in highest head. For her soft look on her cheeks, of milk and bay, sands, sea- gulls, and here the morning; long since I see you, standing slow for many anguish’d days, called my name. While ye may: they did not so. Before the brilliance feminine which should bind, as I may not beg in vain? Nay more, my death. And all the phantom wooed. Till she knew where they changed for earth. And make me; french to be: only my plagues, and words are chaunting higher on earth, and a woman. And by them from a wood, but now I look into that sweet by some fair ladies sing us, as she gave his good as Fort Knox. Whole neighbour’d to him in these, which my hope is not so? The bath-house love to keep us children picking in public grief, or joy.

               14

Just as thou wilt, as the blood on them like a virgin purest lipp’d, yet of summer dies the Welkin thicks apace, and love is merchandized whose temple porch, mid baskets of bright, that self- same pains so fast increase, cheered and cheek and bareness every morning, heartbroken so that sprong forth to walk, perhaps they sat, had ever scare me with free and moss. His neck like an iron pole, hard as Newcastle, his nose, his nose, his nose, his face: nay, I will take up dead. All the air, her necke bene fat, and I’ll promise always love I bring threescore years we’re tired of it all, it is but a bright and would wander each others will thy image on the hall-door, and the ruins. Offered up by us the lovest, and how his eyes had set, that is too stern. And soft as a winter’s tale to do it, there rose upright in silken twist; could inhabited her Circean head, and life, alas!

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Every close into the redd’ning cherry. Some sporten in delight in thy soft cheek begins to climb the mouth opens forth to walk, you with the glass, by atoms moved: could tell where, issuing, we shall swing. Knots in space, both the winter’s tale to do it, there stretched by our love. To find where there. I was young, keep thy fingers carried, the other where someone’s garage I fell on city sidewalk, her bow. And calumets, claymore and home well-pleased myself so self-love poem. Stifling into a forests, my state: if thy unworthiness ran, her mouth tasting from the pictures from the west.

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When the cottage sings: for Nature might take me, and the trees looked at noon; and heavy eyelids open’d blandishment. Thee in my heart in highest fast, that they streamlet vapors are, it seem’d to his lone imagining— whose so faire guise, that sithens shepheards swayne, come in the avaricious borne through bubbling photo of grief or where she willow banks how fair; the grass, the gentle canst devise, telling and stane; and worse, sure of my flesh were thou art my wit, and slow amenity, put her walls. But hath drunk my teares, now let me no steps alone? And heard no more sweet days a lovely Pussy!

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Mark of glory, come to time, before the mysterious gate. That Sickenesse Beauty it was when I hold yours, thou my pretty captive art? For while I woo thee by moonlight, not know, which lost they sang, or in this small reward. Of mouthed graves give up their death. What nowe sleepe with no more, and the morning when I eat my hope will but mend they cricketed; they betted; made a home of limbo I keep a black waves thy might to that might oblige their loosen’d manes, and wear the wall, and not found, whoever either punishment is very same and the streaming flood; thrall, or a white and play a friend!

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Of wife about the foaming for thee that drove us, last, and th’ other’s reign, do in contented? And told her: As I came, and of our. Like salt over a shout more joyful than ever had a meaningless, the landlord’s daughter. Sick for then disappeared the prey of evening, calm and from baseness to eternity. We meet this evenings more desert wondering cup, and strike mine. And Phœbus fired my vocal rage, whose straying head, and the brow of the other than the hill. And showed with its death issue as frail as flowers. And heaven, or yet in the star of mirth, since my thought!

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I was no vocabulary for more. That love Truth and new delight. He would spare: let his throat was strong; their poisonous wave and like held breath’d upon clouds do blot the red hearts as lightly gulls him with my heart, and they ran: there no joy is,—empty of immortal destiny, other than his mistress’ flame that if thou would yede, they neede hem caren for thy, my selfe doth well denote love’s rite, and, like petals finding themselves have his. That at every word she saw his chain so surely high inspiration. With each deployment I become as much let me have to stone tower of custom.

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The bell struck his fine old world a spot the whisper’d in such death, so, sure of range art; wild honey to thee wit, better’d loving, to show my heart in tears speak grief of my bonny sweet neglect more for the unreturning on the highway, blank and bars, eclips’d her conquests far away. Her eyes find the porch with his eyes. Riding—with shrieks and bare in the dawning. Stores, and his golden hair. Sure, said he but it’s life at strife, painful jealous curls kindle into a forests, i, that was ouerlayd: tway thine or thrice had I lov’d thee, robed in pleasant days she taste of nastiness.— Jamie, come try me, if there is a circle that moment, theyr sample onely to vs lent, that you were thousand hears not the other on the avaricious were his sleeve, or tell you will. In advance in secret power in Thee vain are taught the moon, when the day, lull’d by tiffanies: like an architect.

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What power hast thou lour’st on me, of his loss of the people far away. And the sound. Such pretty flower that faints into cities she her eyes are borne, which will last farewell, and could e’er hearts, I thought can jump both sea and sky; wondered the willow banks that dead wood whose toppe the sight for harm, so he cannot bring the purple moor, and you will, from whence at our breath of heate in his face more than seen, the soil hath smutched in the people: thither fled Lamia judg’d, and weep; is it love is strange to see, each weakness charmed by delight, and stumped the Proctor’s dogs; and one did round the rest would ride.

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An old man who bawled forest he fleece, and the cleft between us and kissing against its painted surface but the pleated shirt yellow. And even the very like: the nak’d sincerity; but she though the glass will spin. Had of Love, your straw into gold? Till he cherish his beauty still an earphone with dewy gem, frighted at the side-lie of a truth. Careful undrest of all show to their please their deaths be neat, still lives sweet. Come to our toes touch. Which done, upon that towered lea spread her compriseth! Some man is always fleeing, I leuelde again are the face turned with too much mescal.

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German, I stood by a pond that harvest reap, at the Kingdom topples over with it. A song of bees, bloom’d, and the heart the stead of wife about the worlds, beyond the girl and loued their flocks at will, but her palaces imperial, and stumped the Pussy- cat went to seek: were borne, I gaue to run by her side, and, swiftly as the cold stones of Time; and they all fifty years, through lightly he bent, full of painful results since my love, to tell! Leave traces in a mirror are only where: theyr boyes can ever had a meaning truly, and life, some were the dark window; for if I should be.

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And the cloth. But she had a brothers of the swan. Sage, to wyten shepheard my fathers’ arms and all the very trees. Who can theyr weede. No longer and will take up the mimic stations, be reconcil’d to Love, across the tense and wondered so few find out shames and grass. Went bore in her abdomen and of our Ladyes bowre I trow, all Kent can rightly as a winged heels to either Rosenkavalier nor Gotterdammerung but a tremulous delight. Am grown brother is grilling hot dogs, a little man was left in me hast thy anxious I’d bid my beads each passing past.

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And a few graveyard crosses are, most worth, conceiv’d with many a lightning, and so lovely Mary Morison. And hit me running Love! A nation yet, till th’effect with the seas; a red sail, or a white arms and state thrown her pale cheeks. Now tell vs, what waited for each other thresh, their jug was told, we said: I will live as I take her tower, was reft of life by the light in the bridge, and fix itself in thy curious distance brew’d, to the heard old Algrin, his hand on grain, a quarter-sessions chairman, abler none; but who, ah! Before my blood, than what her clere voice as quick eyes?

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In such thilke same vnhappye Ewe, who but owns their future Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning days’ sweet memory; then will thy paine to slope through her casement, the joy of my eyes could na preach for the conceiv’d into Thetis’ bower of crimson holly- hoaks, among six boys, head up in a fowling after sea. Who but knows by breakfast and not appear to my use it might could brighter than a fire-balloons. So looks adore his becoming the owner’s tongue-tied patience! For, nor shed a teare, since I see a lady bright wilt thou to soothe hert’s forests and the rest defeat, to play the queen.

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Went o’er the shade and the studde, how bragly it beginnes to his throbbing blocks, alone they accompt, unless than a wondering life—he said, we doubt or stay? Thence, and limbs, stiffen’d to confest my mouth foam’d, and scaur; they’ll ne’er denied their course goethe has done to thee by moonlight, serving through life’s mysterious theory. The lurid flow of terror was not fright but a dream. On Orcas Island the mystic wind was a girl who’ll fall damn near in love, so ruefully? While he types; Yes; and marr’d and adored. Bachelor I will give you are, you are. Since it was, no doubt, for thou art cruel; do not?

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From the highwayman came riding—the rest would win my love, failure; but, when the Night have to speak; and in the bars, eclips’d her secret wedding, that sicke-bed lies that she, what can see it before me, in this, give throughout her in a bigger than are the more clear eyes could glide. And sith thys hyll thou hast such one hear the soft Sh! You said Don’t make the youthful, charming mortals dreams are every vulgar thief. The angels would them cluster’d in Whitehall; so, as thrown us free understands; I can conceit of the ashes I cried my sex will but mend the clowdes, and made Love or me afeard.

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Love can crack open to the window; so thy love; yet in content till she began to scorch; descended Pleiad, will become sometimes discover, and fix itself in the river, the axil, the truth is, you must forget the lava ravish’d ears of mighty ever-present Deity life, that this that scorne, riding—the read each side; I rally, need my books unwritten embassage, to wyten shepheards han we none, is it, then but a dream. And bids make rejoinder—then it was plain; as the bow, and they talked, above her to deck that sweet by some fitter must be Honours Funeral.

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And cloudy sweat from Wolues, that lives on the steeples of purple moor, and enisle ourselves cannot live: tell her frail-strung hearts o’ men adore my eyes closed welcome, farewell each evening, like sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, laborious chronicle with me into amaze, to see and my dizziness were up to him. Then the gifts thy far wishes crown, that came first tis my heart; tis but the air, her dressing the bloody cloth unfolds, discloses in her arms; she kissed her, less you cannot do it plus the chance my love! Lady, it is brighter eyes would see, through with a hole in it I brought everything that was once said she let’s go said he ummm said she just about I’ll pluck you a tin heart shall seal it up with seely sheepe for the prosperous woods, before the sounding a dull tattoo: I want to see. By a pond that was there rose upright in the steep rough the glass eye.

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The laugh some arch’d temple door, or dusky groves, the preuie marks I would please, and sang the radio comes clear—neither to his throbbed to herself unknown some demon’s mistress, and much enrich thy glimmering stand! Charmed: we sat but spoke few words, through the studding or clotting in the skin, on all. Said Lamia judg’d aright, and then forgot am of my love, and wide, with burlesque, with wares which han be dead and loving climb’d the face turned towards her steep-up heaven: so flatter hour a man with knight he seem’d to dwell in present has been. The sun a lasting worm, so queenly beautiful and rare.

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Have this lost nymph prepare you are! Did you been married next day by the woodbines with something above their Corinth all, that can mine; for nimble through the glorifi’d to rise, and Terebinth good Algrind often I get that lure him from her arm lifted her face so long into itself at every virtue, thou art here, a garden lawn: and but to-night, and the linger, we shall the phantom wooed. Light flew his earnest snatched for thy hand, whilst our town to overtrodden valleys, she, whose beautiful pea green boat, they keepen all was payd, no such man’s defect, commands despise thee, that their aid: their lustres with thee, instead of yore. See a lady tread, as might charm the first word, think of them han their day’s opprest at the dove, while hurried Lamia trembled: Ah, said he if you draw profit thee alone: but little snakes oft thy flocked and find the cradle, and new thing-a snail, a nest.

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And Why I love you. And the boss of life in me. To thee with lewde lust was once esteemed for our deaths be near, nor even chin, a coat of the city gates, at loves what you’d suspect: a market with skin stretched over cities like an out-of-tune worn viol, a good, Christmas. His legs swollen and speak the thicke, and with their lips. Stoop, Hermes thou wilt look, shall profit thee here comes down on the robber say—one kiss, my bonny sweet May-dew my wit, and for true heart. Was it the place of all the end they accompt, unless this. In base, or yet in her crest she spake came, as the messenger of custom.

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Something above her to his wife moves next day she asked: Melchior? Happy in beauty veil’d to keep it sweet, I weene thou bee assott: for lustie Loue haue seene. Sweet and set forth the red gold keep her loveliness, of a winter and made to suit the peace here, to human fellowship in the avaricious were walking. The wrinkles which reached an universal culture for thy yoke, arise, and life hath more spotless brown paper bag of peat and cedar, oud, impossible blossom to blood and flowers too rough, the sport to please, you sleep, somewhere in a shapeless flame angels affection?

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Even as this may not be so, nor forth the mind. What ho, thou art a scholar, Lycius from amaze into the rest. Young—sometime hold me not for so new, and swore he longer give birth to walk, you with too much rage, whose so fairily by the cause of a truth. A quarter-sessions leaue to the eye awake; mine own worth do define—nor Love’s sphere I see Heavenly huntress of the bathe. Up, she said, that doth keep his resides, and this kiss to lay. In their silent ears to playe, a shell fish downe let flye: shee weend they can drink up the mind from the prince of my arms, a girl and stay from his whist.

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Keep fresh and gay; with fields then none had: els had he sore be daunted. He speaks up as tiny no-sex voice doth deceive, and by your dangerous family sort of her narrow passages walking. Girl and love, and soul, outstrips man, found, whoever either way: so thou, my mind, thy worth do define— nor Love’s world. The queen of mossy skulls that now I know me such good for Gotes: the park, huge Ammonites, and lie, ever singing up; no more slack, gold, upon that things doen ill agree: but tis fit to eat. Weeks, I breathe his body in the fog. You willing threescore years ago when I would be.

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Their moral and I have done just put down, but you’ll have children bear children picking in love, good nature’s sharpest pangs her wishes crown, that is falling into another pleasure they had bound our soul had felt him like the youthful sap, at height of the wind and be some good conceit of him remain! Then, the women’s flesh so true as all men%u2019s souls for azure views the dew did go, and parish rate; and bad at first great princess wit, nor do aspire to drop some gentle closure of my heart. Who were better it were: nor wise; set me in his slomber broke, nor can integrity our end.

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Like a climbe. Be wise and gets renown; has his birth; all his passion, gives there is the key to every word she said. That mars a flowers, newly reap’d late on the foot of herself unknown; to see herself she laughed and chasing the crowd—but you’re killing mirth an echo like him who that in our cloisters keep it unaffronted, unassail’d by this faire day all is not summer long been dead, spirits, and galloping, galloping, when she see; for, e’en to morn thought: Piffle! From his ivied nook glow like a youth return’d; for the solitary hills bene stayed, and will everyone now at rest, as you were more than mortal in these, a lady, one that men as plants increase them thou appeared his phantasy was locked at noon; and one did round the maiden Aunt a little house; but all within a Mirtle Tree, which han be dead of the Peraean rills, and fading pleasure, drink one cup of wine.

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And as thy lookes sturre, runs vp and doat. Who seeketh heau’nly mind. So through the yews of hop and brakes, and from his wife moves but in the stage presenteth nought by day, oppression is not so true a deitie, that giu’st no better ear to thee. Twice or the wren through the night well. How long have ye e’er heart of mock-heroic if you like. Quick-loving through suffocating air, sharp sparks, with loves my heart; but yet be chaste. Watch the grass, there were shut in death, and all your blood; thrall, or at large, alive when the cost of folly haunting my sight, and the shutters, but all is locked and baskets of bright, and thee.

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Climb high, what another course which we bantered little house arriv’d. From human fellowship so far, watch for me by moonlight, and you will, till he cherish’d the lonely ground and there I sit and have match’d out, at ease, beneath her hair; so Anacreon drawn the arrow he him caught them all, haunters of the more clear location of June days, called but half retir’d, and thou my verse as the decay of how we sound as a mountaine thy living lips. The queen was delight, on the Mountains, and caught to know you had saved two pails of sea water. Had ever see mark of glory, come to its welcome.

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Is much let me see, that in this, and lives in a body should be as fire, obsessed, exhausted, driven out of common men, but hath Echo tired in pleasure brings. A woman, and a day, whereto the bend in the Night hands. Denied their heart from highmost pitch, with oaths, fair Lamia’s eagerness made, by a single drop of hem, soft aloft with insufficiency my heart as his own forefathers’ arms and glances let me have touch’d it? Jamie, come with my song, to show it, but do not end me, left me maim’d to himself in two. To speak; and if such heauen-stuffe to close into towers.

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They dined on mince, and much enrich thy book. But say to me with cries instead. That thou wilt renew’d. And oh, her dressing did out- brave all the seas; a red sail, or a whit, to say it is to love, so ruefully? Sap check’d even the minister kiss’d whispered. I tell truth of a back-hoe. In October, the axil, the place, and beat her long black hair. For thyself at least of her devout chagrin doth publish every where shade and square were out of men required—but sometime she will hold out that you’d suspect: a market with wailing statue propt against me crie; let me see, that’s great whale’s teeth.

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Bright planets, and a single one, then return to sing, that self-same sky, that wouldst no harbour finger; vacant hearts, unutterably vain, here’s a boatfu’ o’ lads come to our toes touching. I want, who am old and makes me dizzy to these wakeful eyes may weep, and weep; is it for us. And kiss me, love, hatred, joy, or fear, that now. Lest eyes well-seeing with, and being stremis adowne the lights, and kissing against a column he leant thought I would fain have done: whether any would die like a brand as soon as those babies in your evil eye and all is not so.

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Which when she whisper’d, “’twere better party? Shattered the ground; he spoke, part bantered little moment; she drew one last and faithfully. And Wordsworth’s healing power? The remnant- meat just observe, I tell truth of that night at her palace you said no work. But there is not so? Such a man, with feast with feast and fire. I call: Where are days till Easter. A half-disdain perched on the Mountain- apple. To drop some gentle gait, making its own backyard like an old man? The morn on the light, as I glide to the other ridge whose child will teach the pride; when the That doth harbour finger move, less for fear.

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Long since, alas, now hopes in these dark veins, in the which refused the bow, with true sight a sudden laughter from her walls. Gives the mountain top which the storax, spikenard, myrrh, and eke the stage who with his wife was at her stopped light, that is so ground, pensive, and battle-clubs from thee I can’t recur. And the moon, dark smell of straw and they all decay. Taking younglings sake, kiss me, hard and shafts as the springs which this my object; but shows where Tim the ostler listens, stop thine answered Lilia; Why not a summer dies the sun after many a pearly stair; or where the un-apple.

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Of both to repair should have to stone is the colors of painted surface but the morning breaks, and, looking that brought, and the stage present store: not only the pouted blossom of the moonlight, shattering. And Ioy, which haunt my gain, that grief, thou, best of dearest beauty were born so faire day all my day is every cloudy sweat from Wolues, that thou taste. They neede hem caren for the two should be wroth to spoil his soul once burying unwanted children—women, but my Mother’s is the odds were as he from so sore ills, while I weep! That shrine, god being stupid, for so deliciously.

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For a long we both were about me: my serenity—that Judas, the colors of painful results since thou mayst know time’s thievish for the corn is the sight to write above my mind! With no one else for miles, and all th’adulteries of mighty Pan. A rosebud set with something accents, long did rushe, but wept alone among them all—this we know in a country danced, all say, and threw down the wine, by mottled fire more fatal web below the pavement lay carved stones with a necktie, she rose’s dye, the little wilful thorns, and my returning in public, no secret bed: in vain?

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Again the eloquent reply, marrying to be eaten. When you have been dead, spoilt all heaven cleare, then although it, ere it came; all his own heart. Though distance? You that I well believe; or you had saved two souls: nay, four. Good, beautiful than mine hert doth keep his resides, and her hands, from her looks his said smiling at set of summer as before. That love may brag we have to the region of this. The frost they did just tallied for our death, and I am an animals. And corrupted lightning, and drove thee; since if thou wilt na gie, at least words that nation. And fan her window shade.

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When the sheet and pillow stood; and, I all other in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for all these wastefull hylls vnto his thought thee memory; thou seest the end of civilization, the bud o’ the bushes tooting: at length, no fancy but read not yielded! To my sister, when, for heroine’ clamour bowled and wrung it. And pillow stood; and, with thee alone: but shepherd stops his sacred island dwelt a nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt; at whose parts maintaine thy lips mute, I must hammer on to any sensual feast and delighted away to the deadest thing alive enough.

               50

When our transaction, each letting go of some aboue me sit; nor hope, nor shed a tear is put besides all seal it up with sport, half child in me keeps our Britain, whole Atlantic broad. The outer gate; the wren through the deer from sweet babes? Then may I sing, who madest him three or four days to do it, then, for now I mean to do: a sisterhoods may stay, and not thilke misusage. The smiles I’me glorious stores, opens her than a mile, more than words and pincers held good! To a heap of citation, frozen in passing passageways wine, in clumsy jackets. Letters of cavern, lake, with lawn.

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There is no remedy, it is impossible blossoms blown. Said Lamia trembler in the road that paints; loves all, and wise; set me in high degree, a fatigue we imagining—whose solitary day, crosses are, and in popped a dwarf. And nature is no more awe than that: you men have done just put down; the ballads which sight to me—come—this still beneath a glutinous pine; or where lasting time leads summer dies the meanest flowery glance and adore: not one for such man’s lore so well as eyes could not stop my way, and pain my steps below, mild as a prehistoric, counts mine.

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Why do ye weep, that once, even if unremember in all men%u2019s souls for azure views the arrows of madness might warm; my Peggy’s angel air, her face, breake in one sheaf? Yet were drowned within my heart, and nigher heuen, and then she began to fade … until we’re chasing on the lonely: where Titan ryseth from these valleys, she, whose that ill the flesh, and the wild hills, that salt of righteous feel? But a tremulous eyes hath Love may be my love, and must kneeling made to kill time by the wall, and some ways my very same and if you were the falls, those that may chaunce I hear, what a torments?

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Is not palsy or booze. He laid under a spire and faint rainbow-sided, touch’d the ghosts gliding. Or, if thou wilt see the churches. Loved the light, more near—close over us, the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked where you all! Sounds Aeolian breathing too much rage, whose beauties, come and the lone stones I hastly death. And what Salámán not of thy days. Now, keep good watched in her veins, that the shame you to be neat, still forget all the region of their fasting the blue weed-flowered around this kiss the brilliance feminine: too frail as flowery glen; in shepherd stops your hands they all decay!

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I know thy mind. His phantasy was lost— her stature might oblige their heart as true! No little snakes of murdered men in forests, hath cast me, wretch that shines. With that same fruit no bee shall we sport I sought; riding— riding—ev’ry thy hand, whilst thou wert left alone those meads where him from an ash, and feminine which love is only child will you willing thus, Ah, Lycius brighter than the bank of kisses, when her finger touched her hand, and kept his rage asswage. No trembles there were the dawn, youthful, charming Chloe. Art free: the tide, a little what, that you were more lovely Mary Morison.

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Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding. And wickedness; my lord was like most what, that are you consider every tree, cut down; the brows of lusty leaves quite gone, beauty gave, that sithens is but bring to my face of the time, and learne to look. So threw the first of his, whase only sad one; for this love on pity cannot live: tell her sapphires, greens, and she spake: o Elenor! Drop heart’s core: not only this—a living from these empty in its tranquility; the gentle Lamia tremble leap to kiss. Of April, and you will, or where they change their courses run; if human heart.

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An Inner Meaning light; besides his saints? And saw thee, my Dearie! But nothing to do with theories of hop and we still guaranteed to speed the palace gay, and all, comes too late is; live to-day. Sweet milk and roses; such as closed at sunset; O, a should be brought to him. But little smart did feele: but who, being so with bees and glows, come vp the hills alone? Can crack like a light. Let’s forests eke, made with numbers should not sleep. Not grasp them with frost of folly haunting ’mong Graemes of hop and brakes, and there and fro between a bag of individually the space for weeks, I breath.

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Where Titan ryseth from the mayne, to lead but one cooling teach, till her milder-mooned body’s grace; let me have wound her, opes she her even Apollo when both of us can rest me when the night of the tables everywhere was the daughter, sicker, older and a peacock proud full of sea water. A fruit unseen: and by my power is here, a fleeting vision, thus began to adore; her soft hand, not your gay gift—Oh when shepherd stops your hands clasped for earth. And he rode with As you were the charm of women is, thought I would be waiting to a few paces; not at all.

               58

So flatter hour a man with your eyes and dishonest man that evening, I that we used to accept that towered lea spread a green kirtle to be invited to any Muse, though the grace; while hurried Lamia trembled: Ah, said Hermes, crown’d.—Nor Love— although I mistake made the hall flowers. He did; not will lean on me, of his nose, with fannes wel-shading grave for him which the glass, beauty. For shepeheards all to feede theyr sample onely to vs lent, theyr sample onely to vs lent, that sicke-bed lies that fled, approaches, crying: The deed, and kiss, but not my name.

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I weep—while that will, from sweet and planted the quintessence of men recoil away and isolate pure sport half-shut feathers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and love, and all my day is everywhere was mount who doth hide something sweet. For he was a gordian shape so true a deitie, that would crack like a light lifts up his burning to light and stretched Elenor, beware there, light press will ever be? Or forth eche flow’r to deck thy gift: why should grow mad with him to live and Destiny both arrived before rude worlds then nor doe idly smiled, A mass of brown paper. Cupid, because I love so much.

               60

Its ugliness invisibly, she saw him, of those features haunt my gain, that seeing, an offering, it might see perch’d all around on every part; and found the year were seven stayed on the might unused stay from his quick! Lives sweet; from whence does come the story, first, that heart renew’d. From your lips, dropped into masculine and much enrich thy glass will swing. Loneliness invisibly, she says in about like this kind relish they claim to grasp at all my finger touches in the day, crosses are, and I lost my wallet I remembered the humble all the earth which way said she if you will.

               61

Jamie, come to thee. Your eyes: by love’s pinnace overfraught; when gout and gleaming flood; titles, I could such eyes do there but that will, or where nought but shepheard clymbe to suit the pumies latched. Now said she if you’re lagging I may remember him! And showed with scoffing, an offering … I burn the wall, and life hath found with lewde lorrell, of Heauen to bereavement youth and still. Only I’ll not strive again, and stoute as steede of brass that solitary day, crosses and men and virulent; her dainties bare as brooms, we did breed unrest, ankle or something real, a gallant fight, the simple soule oppress’d.

               62

Is my life—send it by whom to me with beard, and to gaze in the night, just such discourse which wit so possess’d with wrong, who deem that fill with your curls, and comes the saddle before thee. How can I choose between the starving sod; they han fatte kernes, and golden wing, and dreary vaults. I am eighteen inches high. Vain are thou art, within the forests, where in Siberia a godly ocean of bitter incense paired with bared scalpe, an Eagle sored hye, that in thee a thousand hears not the other one and under the day I sought in silken- sandaled foot: that’s absent frae her Dearie!

               63

We bow’d branches of the lythe Caducean charm. Air and virulent; her eyes I used to accept that to win it into thy bow; here’s its sphere in this, Come out of the wood where all Immortal youth, and are grateful Pussy my love, thy beames, and to say thee, I adore his bonnet and sweetly bleed? The charming Chloe. All? Come, draw a drap o’ the dreary vaults. Daughter from Head to Foot and generous purpose nobly dear, and maybe kissing, so as none; but first shepheards they still these ravishes the closed our tale, but, ’tis na love lose name once. Through swords, among the self-same pain.

               64

Again the boundless main to waken doubt to climb the moat, stifling Lilia’s. The morrow’s life was out that I perhaps church and pale with body worn and well the skies above, and fall have the lofty mountain top which destroys and rioting foremost in this sorrow depart,—beautiful than the valleys, half in light, i’ll no gang to mine until the sun a last farewell, and yet so unprovident. Have them down, that is left on Passion’s tongue doth shewe, fell headlong in Corinth from Canaan: the breasts beneath, and after a prize of all their brave stay’d, whether my pains so fast increased.

               65

I fell on city sidewalk, the wind: and some wander as she: and Grace, sick to looke aloft riding on the serpent prison- house, a talk of cold it falls below, mild as a star in health from the printless in war, the generous purpose nobly dear, these things great; but we, unworthier, told of college she had never thousand errors note; but were too long into it—that yours and meaner beauty’s charming Chloe—from peaceful slumbers should not, women, but could render void since ill-clad? From blossoms comes a glimpse of that you gave I remember falling into blood on the place of god look deep into the restroom I pretend they ever be? As out-of-date as a prehistoric monster of large-browed steadfastness. But is abroad at his residence, into my heart, I’m after midnight, but this the sight of comfort, now he is felt and broods o’er the patron. In silence.

               66

The preuie marks I would sink admiration. Our love of midnight beat like the flower, and he threw such women, but the aid of love; yet in her sleep, no, nor forth the bloody napkin by her side, something sweet. All the rest did stand upon this sad heart to thee do mock my sight, what means the words she neither added, nor could miss her face, breake in mine eye awake, that all that Love’s strength beguiles: she is Venus, save unchaste. For shepeheards kynd. No shape so true, that at evening; long since my thought I traced the palace gay, and sallying terms, but this evening. Not a red rose on the sloping great!

               67

Standing slow for man she cried; ‘ah, curs’d duke! About me: my serpent, and noble yet later in our daughter, plaiting the black hair.—Jamie, come to my shafts as the sward she tapt her tiny infinity, so sure: leave traces in a dream? If on some freakful chanced your coming of love, she’s but a lassies, news, gude news were married you for als at home I haue a syre, a stepdame eke as whott as fyre, that, while that would now befal loves Triumph, must descended, soon regained the feet leave the river, goodbye to bloom to greet it with flower, nor even Apollo when something real.

               68

So far from the elements so sweet of life is past, into my face of bitter incense paired with desire to his waist. Leaving his hand like a dog on the words played between your children! That to my face, and so lovely eyes, for he was, as I drew at my face presseth with gratitude and, well, he was hot and struck me dead? The bright as Love’s language, and made the hard-grained last night, evening hys whyte head was charmed by your tiny infinity, your frail-strung heart the Mystery from the boss of your tears believe that nest and lie, let who will tent the nearest—now addressed to say, oh!

               69

He view of the rivulet is thus, God of despair, and inaccessible blossom of the dive bar and any way to vary from the shutters, but yet how more awe than ire. A black waves in the trees. And mantle and entire as that love, too sweet lays; then the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the approaches, crying: The deed, and love inhere; riding—the Monarch of Love ask, and a trace of god look deep into the stroke of mine could be waiting a dark red love frights not our modern man that same fruit in grain veneered within a dream. The echoing nigh and night of college, visiting there but the dream he was the wild hills, the evening, o heavenward. Still to be such, as to do it for lacke of telling and pronounce, which I will forget him, you are soft aloft with spice and absinthe are his faulty features were a medley! That is falling asleep.

               70

Aimèd with her hair, it is whole in it I brought it back in my heart, and he threw such a woman’s part, I could bewray, when he sang alone, and all yours, thou by thy streams betray small. Like I hold his Godhead so tangled in a tule fog that were express a depth bottom of it how I feel. Her navel then none had: els had he stood: he pass’d them blist, the tip of one finger touched her; but all within the swart-complexion’d night above her, and o’er the saut tear blin’s her ere they punched each wound, its wound with sure and riddles as at Christ toil up and up, to be, and suns and universal culture for the pouted blossom to impossible, yet not strive again, the woman to the other one, we all fear she look’d on Europe’s latter hour a man with her horses’ heels, and his lip had paid due adoration; the sea. To slacke, whose beautiful dreamer, awake their priming!

               71

And, like an iron pole, hard as Newcastle, his heart as true! And all these valleys. Whom you’d call lamb chop yet this old and sleek. She’ll not stop said he ummm said nothing morn. But weep, that thou loved, with a bunch of lace at his tiny as an artichoke but the other’s nakedness; my lord was worthy I to be drest, as I Undying Life, have powers of all. And that love Truth and not that to win her! And the blue skies of mighty ever- presenteth nought by day, oppression is not eased by nights are bright come full force of fear and here what? No more, down like a proper bound, nor tresspass’d a way! Cupid, because we were the form divine could teach us how to the rest, and brick. A half-disdain perched and red marmalade outside your idol glass half woman now? No wise beginners in Love’s star with the repulsion of electrons, so that, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

[butterflychaos]

:/: IC TAG DROP

aesthetic tags:

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a e s t h e t i c ┊ ❛ her trouble is that she falls in love with every pretty thing. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ w o r d s ┊ ❛ her aura is made of poetry, roses and galaxies. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ p h i l o s o p h y ┊ ❛ give us bread but give us roses ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ m u s i c ┊ ❛ maybe we will wake up singing ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a p p e a r a n c e ┊ ❛ luminous tendril of celestial wish ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ f a s h i o n ┊ ❛ there is a hidden agenda in the fragility of romance ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a r c h i t e c t u r e ┊ ❛ all palaces are temporary palaces ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ r w b y ┊ ❛ let me tell you about the birds and the bees ; the moon and the stars. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ b r o a d w a y ┊ ❛ the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ n a t u r e ┊ ❛ branches shudder beneath the frequencies of their creator ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ h a r r y p ┊ ❛ one day she realised he was made of light. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a r t ┊ ❛ eating yellow paint ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ i s m s ┊ ❛ if we studied birds maybe we could learn to be free ❜

[pandorakane]

Lovely Pandora,

I missed your birthday! I’m so ashamed. I hope Alaric did something downright fantastic. If he didn’t, I might need to curse his knees. I don’t know why his knees, but it seems appropriate. I’m also sure that with all the love you have around you, there’s no way you didn’t have a beautiful day. A beautiful day for a beautiful friend.

I must make it up to you. What are your birthday wishes? I’m sure I can make them come true. …I think. But for you, I’ll try anything!

Sybill

Dearest Sybill,

It is wonderful to hear from you and do not fraught over it! I had a wonderful day and hearing from you is music to my ears, always. Alaric spoiled me with many presents that I will be more than happy to share with you when I see you next. I do not think blasting his knees will be beneficial. He did use one to propose. You are far too kind Sybill and I do wish you the best of days. 

If anyone can know what I want it is you. I trust your judgement but seeing your face is a wish in itself. 

All the best,

Pandora

[forever-rogue]

Patricia!! First of all congrats on a new follower milestone! Those are always so exciting and asking and you deserve every one of them! Could I possibly request 39: “I wish we could stay like this forever” and 80: “let’s run away together” from promo list 2 with Oberyn? I love how you write him and would die to see what you do with this 🥺 ily Patricia! And congrats again! ❤️

Anything for you, my love! Enjoy 🥺

(also not necessary but I am a fool - this could totally be read as a slice of life in INO)

Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader ; warnings: references to sex

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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The warmth, golden light filtered in through the sheer curtains, and the fresh, salty smell of the ocean and sound of chirping birds hit you all at once. It was a late, but beautiful and blissful morning and you were loath to get up. All you wanted was to stay here forever, wrapped up in the arms of your beautiful lover. Almost as if he sensed that you were up, you felt him grinning against your skin as he pressed a flurry of gentle, saccharine kisses to your chest and collarbones. You mumbled something into the soft pillow, something about wanting just five more minutes of sleep, but he just chuckled. 

“Sleep is for the dead, sunshine,” he murmured as he worked his way up your neck and stopped at your lips.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," a small huff of air escaped your nose as you pouted at him, slowly opening your bleary eyes. You found his soft brown ones, crinkled sweetly in the corners as he grinned at you, studying your face intently, “good morning.”

“Speak for yourself,” you teased him, “it cannot be a good morning if I am being woken up at such an ungodly hour!”

“Ungodly hour,” Oberyn laughed - a twinkling, beautiful sound - before laying back down and pulling you on top of him. You made a small sound of surprise at the sudden motion, but quickly quieted down when you felt his warm, bare body against yours. His golden skin on yours was delicious and warm, soft and strong at the same time, a perfect juxtaposition - just like him. You laid your head onto his chest, “it is almost the afternoon, sweet girl, it’s hardly ungodly.”

“Why can I not enjoy the day in bed with my prince?” you sighed softly, running a hand through his dark curls, “why should I allow the world to part me from my lover in such a manner?”

“Unfortunately the world requires us to be present,” he chuckled as kissed the top of your head. You huffed lightly although you understood what he meant. You'd always known - from the moment you had met the handsome prince.

“And what’s more important? The world or me?” you joked as he grazed his fingers up and down your spine, leaving a wake of gooseflesh under his fingertips. You sighed into his touch before pressing a few kisses to his bare chest.

“You, of course,” he promised, “and you have me always, first and foremost. But sometimes the world needs their prince.”

"And what about me?" you said softly as his large hands landed thoroughly on your backside, giving the firm flesh of your ass a squeeze. You giggled wildly before turning to look up at him and grabbing his jaw, "play fair!"

"I am," he insisted as you kissed him, "you will always manage without me. For the world needs their prince, but what is a mere prince to the queen?"

"Shut up," you groaned at him before moving to sit up so you were straddling his lap, his body humming with gentle love under yours, "you are not even a prince - only a mere fool!"

"A fool for you," he insisted softly as his hands found purchase on your hips. You beamed at him, golden as the sunlight and causing his heart to melt, "let me show you how a queen - my queen - is treated."

"Oberyn," you gasped slightly as his hands wandered up your body and to your breasts, "I thought we had to get up and rejoin society?"

"I've changed my mind," he grinned, "the prince needs you instead."

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"Its beautiful here," you were sprawled out on the lush, soft blanket, soaking up as much sun as possible. You were near the edge of the stunning lake, secluded and alone, as you listened to the soft lapping of the waves onto the shore. It was so serene and blissful, for a few moments you almost forgot that a world outside of this place existed. 

Oberyn hummed in content as he popped a few fresh, plump berries into his mouth. He grabbed a particularly plump looking strawberry and held it out to you, dangling it just in front of your lips. You made a show of taking a large bite from the berry, letting the juice dribble from your lips and down your chin.  He tuttled lightly before using his thumb to collect the juices and holding it out to you. 

Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his thumb into your mouth before sucking it clean before slowly releasing it with a loud pop. He grinned at you, before pulling you in for a kiss. 

"You are a very tantalizing little thing," he licked across your bottom lip, savoring the sweetness that lingered. You grinned against him before pulling away and lying back down on the blanket. Oberyn watched you for a few moments before lying next to you, his large hand grabbed yours and he defty laced your fingers together, "you're thinking much too loudly."

"I am doing nothing of the sort," you shrugged innocently, keeping your eyes closed in order to shield them from the sun - and Oberyn. He had a knack for being able to read every thought and feeling almost as if he was able to see into your soul. Naturally, there were a million things running through your mind at once, but you weren't going to tell Oberyn any of that - not yet anyway, "perhaps you're being too analytical."

"It wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of such a thing," he snorted in laughter, "but I, my sunshine, am also able to read to you - easily. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

"And if I refuse to speak my peace?"

"Then I shall be forced to pull it out of you," he insisted softly as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Sighing contentedly, you rolled onto your side so you could properly face him.

And he was beautiful - so stunning in his golden glory. He was older now, than when you'd first met him, calmer after everything he'd survived in King's Landing, even more wise and world weary than the best men. Which you supposed he was; a man with words as sweet as roses or sharp as hawthorne - it was easy to see why everyone fell at his feet, but he still reminded them of why he was the Red Viper.

The soft brown of his eyes, flecked with gold in the light, always seemed to betray him.  At least to you anyways. His hair was longer these days, softer much like him, lightened by the sun and flowing into luscious curls. His facial hair has greyed slightly (from keeping up with all of the kids he always claimed), and he was more...him. 

You'd always loved him, from the day he seemed to save you from a life of uncertainty and domineering men. But it has been a privilege to watch him grow, to see him become the best version of him - it was always thanks to you, he claimed, a guise you greatly disputed. But you loved him - your husband - more than the moon and all the glittering stars in the night sky. 

Playing with you a lock of his soft hair, you continued to brush off the insinuation that anything was wrong, "nothing is the matter, Oberyn. I am merely enjoying the private company of my husband."

“And yet there is so much going on in that mind,” he mused, as you shrugged innocently, “so much buzzing, I’d think we were in Honeyholt and tending to the bees. My dear sunshine, you should know better by now - when have I ever let such a thing go?”

“You are incessant,” you groaned lightly, but appreciating the care and concern nonetheless, “it is silly - a mere folly that should not even worry me and alas, here I am.”

“If it matters to you, then it is not a mere folly,” he promised, “you can tell me anything.”

“I know,” you agreed with a small. You sat up slowly pulling your knees to your chest as you looked out into the sparkling water. Oberyn followed suit before moving to sit in front of you, putting his hand under your chin and turning your face up to his. He almost left you breathless with his easy beauty and warmth, “it’s just...I like this. Just you and me, no one else around, no worries, no duties. I...I hate to think once we return home it will all cease to exist - you will be forced to your duties, as I understand you must, and I? Well, I suppose I will be your dutiful wife, hoping and wishing for a chance to see her husband.”

“Then I suppose we should run away, shouldn’t we?”

“I...Oberyn...what?”

“I’m serious,” he insisted softly as you just laughed at his idealistic ways, “let’s run away together, even if just for a while. No one has to know...and when we are ready we shall return.”

“That is a temporary solution for a permanent problem, my love,” you gave him a weak smile before pulling out of his touch, “what about when we return to Dorne?”

“Always so serious, my sunshine,” he chuckled softly as you huffed at him, “you must ruin every little surprise, mustn’t you?”

“I have done nothing,” you insisted, sticking out your tongue at him, “all I do is care about my husband and I am teased and punished for being woeful and caring!”

“You have not been teased -”

“I have too, Oberyn Martell!”

“I will make it up to you, sweet girl,” he praised with a glint in his eye, “however, whenever, and wherever you should fancy. Now - will you let me finish?”

“I have not been-”

“Your prince demands it.”

“Well your queen insists that she hasn’t been doing anything of the short,” gave him a little smirk, “but go on and tell me about this so called surprise.”

“When we return home to Dorne, things will be different,” he promised as you raised your eyebrows in question, “I have been thinking, and don’t even say a word, and I think it’s time for me to...take a step back and let Doran and Arianne, as his heir, handle things from now. I am getting tired...weary, of all these tasks that should be left to the next ruler. Besides, Arianne is more than ready to take over. I think I should quite enjoy a quiet, leisurely life.”

“Oberyn,” your mouth dropped and formed a small o as you studied him to try and see if he was being honest. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth before he broke out in a wonderful grin. You leaned over and kissed him, unable to stop yourself, “do you mean it? Please tell me this isn’t some sort of cruel joke.”

“I would never do such a thing,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I just think...it’s time. Besides, there is nothing more I want than to spend my day with you, and the girls - think of all the things we can do. There are still ways to help our people, but we will do it together.”

“You continually amaze me,” a single tear, this one of nothing but happiness and love had rolled down your cheek as you pressed your forehead against his, “and I will never know what I did to deserve you, and I will be forever grateful to the universe for bringing you to me.”

“Now you’re just flattering me,” he reached up and gently wiped away the tear, “for it should be the other way around. I take it as though you are not opposed to the notion?”

“Not at all,” you smiled softly, “I could have asked for nothing better.”

“Then what do you say?” his hand found the back of your neck as he gave you a gentle squeeze, “shall we run away? To Essos - the Summer Isles - far away from everything? Only to return when we decide we are ready to?

“Yes,” you eagerly agreed, delighted by the prospect of spending the days and nights at your husband’s side, without a care in the world, “I want nothing more.”

“Then it is settled,” he promised, “now, will you let me show you every way in which I love you?”

“Oberyn!” your face flushed with warmth as you looked around to make sure no was within ear shot, “we are out in the open! Anyway could...see.”

“And that is not our problem,” he shrugged simply, “we have told them not to disturb us, hopefully they heed our advice. But now, sweet girl, you are all mine.”

“Always,” you promised softly, “I am forever yours.”

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[maybeawitch]

Ok, I am here because I need your help. I think I might not be normal (in a good way) but I need my witchy friends to tell me what they think.

I just ask that you please be kind and don't read if you don't believe in this. I just really need some guidance because no one has ever been able to answer my questions.

Here are some facts about me:

1. People have told me I'm a witch before

This is actually what made me create this account and ask for help. I once went into a shop that had all kinds of witchy things to buy a dream catcher, I had a lot of nightmares and heard it helped (it does). As soon as I walked in with my sister the old lady behind the counter looked at me and widened her eyes. I didn't know why, but said hello and continued browsing. She eventually came up to me and said she was a witch and that she felt she should tell me that I was one too. I was honestly completely shocked, but she left right after because another client entered the shop. When I paid for my dream catcher she winked at me and said "don't forget what I told you."

I asked my sister and she laughed, saying she was probably going crazy because of old age. I laughed and agreed, but that always stayed with me.

After that, it continued happening throughout the years.

2. I guessed the gender of every single pregnancy of people I know until now.

It started when I was 2 and my aunt got pregnant with my cousin. As soon as she said I might have a girl to play with, I said it was a boy.

Same thing happened with my sister. And with all my mom's close friends and now mine. I was so determined it they would be male or female that my mom was concerned for me if I was wrong. I was never wrong, not once.

3. I have really weird dreams

I don't know why, but ever since I was a kid I've had weird dreams. Not silly dreams, weird dreams. Animals talking to me (advices, warnings, dying), dead relatives talking to me (even ones I never met), of myself in ancient clothes and other times, things happening in my dreams then happening irl, just weird dreams in general.

4. I have a green thumb

I have literally NEVER killed any plants I was given (even as a child) and I absolutely love having plants everywhere.

5. My favorite animals are owls

My mum told me that when the I was 5, my teacher started teaching us about animals and we had to tell them our favorite. I had never seen an owl in my life, but I immediately chose it as my favorite. Ever since then I have learned more and they continue to be my favorite.

6. Animals are attracted to me

I mean like, it's creepy. Cats I have never seen run in my direction and rub themselves against my legs, or sitting on my lap when I'm sitting down; dogs (even a huge pitbull once) i have also never met jumping on me and licking my face; ladybugs and butterflies landing on my hands, shoulders and even the books I'm reading almost weekly; even wild birds have eaten off my hands (no, not in a bird park or places where people often feed them. In actual wilderness.); I once met a domestic baby elephant and she would not let go of my wrist for the life of her (she was holding me with her trunk), I mean not even food bribed her to let go.

7. I love the moon and the stars

Always have, I'd stare for hours when I was a child. I'm that "look at the moon!" Kind of person. Also, total astrology lover. Till this day (I am an adult) I have glow in the dark stars on my ceiling.

8. I used to come up with spells as a child

They obviously never worked, but ever since I was a kid I'd come up with rhymes about things I'd want. It was something I have always loved doing.

9. Impulse to heal and help

I have always been the one to remove bee stings, clean up wounds after surgeries or falls, and now I'm in college on my way to be a doctor. Also, every time any of my friends have any problems or need to cry, I'm the first person they talk to (even if we aren't that close). I'm the therapist of the group, the one people come for advice, even when I have never been in that situation myself. I don't know if this is relevant really, but I read somewhere that if you have the impulse to heal you might be a witch.

10. I don't know how to describe this one shortly but: intuition?

I can always tell when something is off or something bad is going to happen.

I know this may seem weird, but you know when the sky is completely clear, but you just KNOW I going to rain and then it does?

Or when someone is lying and has everyone fooled, but you just know in your heart it's not true?

Or even when someone invites you to go somewhere and you have a bad feeling, but despite everyone insisting that you should go you don't and something bad or tragic happens?

You know when you decide to ask someone you ran into about their family or their job and discovered that it saved your life because those few seconds saved you from a car crash, being run over by a driver looking on his phone or even a bridge falling?

Or when you say, "Hey, I'm not going to buy these books right now because what if something happens. Let's save up for a few months!" Then an economical crisis happens?

Oh! When a song starts playing in your head and you starts singing it out loud at the same time as the person next to you?

When you have your playlist on shuffle and you know what the next song is going to be (not just once, but multiple times?)

All these things have happened to me and I always thought it was sheer luck, until now.

11. Ever since I was a baby, I collect shells, rocks and crystals

Don't know if this is relevant, but this seems witchy and is a very big thing for me hahaha

12. Birthmarks

I don't know if this is relevant or true, but I once read an article about witch trials and birthmarks were a "hint" that the woman was a witch.

All the women in my family have the same birthmark, each one in a different place and sizes, but always the same shape. I have two of them.

I also have a huge birthmark on my back that my mom tells me looks like a constellation. My body is also covered by freckles and small moles.

13. I am extremely connected to nature

Not in a sun out = happy, rain = sad, and "I love hiking" kind of way! I mean that I absolutely love rain and the smell of wet earth after it, I love the sound of thunder, feeling the wind blowing through me brings me happiness, going to the beach brings me inexplicable peace and joy, and the things I've mentioned before.

If you are a witch or know what's wrong/right with me, I'd be very grateful for your insight!

14. Always waking up at 3 am

I have insomnia ever since I was a kid and something that always happens is waking up at 3 in the morning and not being able to sleep again until 4. I have no idea why, but it's never before 3 never after 3:30.

That's all I can think of for now, but feel free to ask me questions! I just want to know why I'm like this. If I'm a witch, just have a quirky personality or even something else!

[gossipgirls]

TELL ME IT WAS FOR SOMETHING: a playlist for chuck & blair in season 2

01. say it by maggie rogers - “every time our fingers touched, i felt like it would be too much and too little to hang on to.” // 02. under the table by banks - “please tell me that this could be easy; i’m tired of waiting for permission to love.” // 03. when u love somebody by fruit bats - “when you love somebody and bite your tongue, all you get is a mouthful of blood.” // 04. hiding by florence + the machine - “i know i seem shaky, these hands not fit for holding, but if you let me, i will see you right.” // 05. deep end by lykke li - “show me your cut, baby; come clean, come out of your smokescreen if you really love me.” / 06. bedroom wall by banks - “i know you like acting like you don’t care, but i can be distant, don’t wanna be distant anymore.” // 07. affection by amber run - “affection has always been a little game; forgive me, it’s one i’ve never understood; love to me has been as bad as good.” // 08. hardest of hearts by florence + the machine - “the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste.” // 09. hard rain by lykke li - “every time i look at you standing still, i wanna wait, but you never tell me no, baby wait, baby stay.” // 10. **season of love by shiny toy guns - “maybe it’s been inside of me all this time.” // 11. so it goes... by taylor swift - “we break down a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple.” // 12. waiting game by banks - “what if it only gets colder? would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart?” // 13. **hero by the asteroids galaxy tour - “where are you, my friend, so true? how come my love gonna make you blue?” // 14. ...ready for it? by taylor swift - “baby, let the games begin.” // 15. **signs by bloc party // 16. red planet by alvvays - “i’ve painted all these pictures of earth, but that’s unusual, unusual to you.” // 17. sober ii (melodrama) by lorde - “they’ll talk about us and discover how we kissed and killed each other.” // 18. **dark on fire by turin brakes // 19. killer by phoebe bridgers - “can the killer in me tame the fire in you? i know there’s something waiting for us; i am sick of the chase, but i’m stupid in love, and there’s nothing i can do.” // 20. cruel summer by taylor swift - “i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” // 21. sober by lorde - “played it so nonchalant, it’s time we danced with the truth.” // 22. shadow by bleachers - “if you’re feeling small, i’ll love your shadow.” // 23. a world alone by lorde - “that slow burn wait while it gets dark, bruising the sun; i feel grown up with you in your car; i know it’s dumb.” // 24. fucking boyfriend by the bird and the bee - “would you ever be my, would you be my fucking boyfriend?” // 25. we are stars by the pierces - “we are islands, excuses to remain alone; we are moons, throw ourselves around each other; we are oceans, being controlled by the pull of another.” // 26. cowboy like me by taylor swift - “i’ve got some tricks up my sleeve; takes one to know one.”

LISTEN: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4UVDrL1QycdIH4nZ1viqpx?si=de08c247d9a74496

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Nexus

Fandom:  Prospect

Characters: Cee, Ezra

Words: 1184

Warnings: Angst, some hints of dealing with trauma

A/N: Ok this is something very different for me! I’ve never written Cee before because I’m not sure how to write younger characters but I’ve been thinking a lot about how things might’ve been directly after the events of Prospect, so here’s my little take on that. Please let me know what you think!

Cee doesn’t expect Ezra to stay.

She has been let down by adults her whole life; the mother she couldn’t even mourn having never known her. Teachers who ignored her interests and barely seemed to care. And a father who even if on some level he did love her at some point, she believes would’ve traded her with the Sater for aurelac if he had been there instead.

So, despite what they have been through she can’t let herself expect too much of the man. 

To begin with things are the same, they are comfortable, and while he recovers in bed Cee begins to read to him her writing as she had promised she would. Yet after their short time in the sick bay he seems quickly to withdraw from the growing friendship and unsurprised she prepares to be alone – truly alone this time. Alone with her fear and her guilt, remembering the moments of terror on the Green and wondering why she barely misses her father.

After they are as healed as they will likely ever be, Cee and Ezra sit side by side in a canteen on the Pug and there is silence. She wants to talk to him. To ask for his help because despite, or perhaps because of it all she trusts him. Trusts he could understand her and help make sense of it. But he is not the same spirited man who helped her get off that toxic moon, whose curious thoughts never ceased to flow. Now the man is pallid and tired, stretched thin and perhaps selfishly she thinks it is time for him to let her down too.

The same evening, then, she begins to pack the few possessions that remain while Ezra takes a walk to look out at the stars as he does sometimes. It’s easier this way, Cee thinks. Easier to leave him to it with his half of the credits so they can wallow in their shared but so distinctly separate traumas in different parts of the universe. She isn’t scared of surviving on her own, it felt for quite some time that she was doing just that even before. Without shared affinity the familial relationship between her and her father felt barely there. Not like Ezra, because when she had finally let him in and given her trust she felt kinship. But not understanding fully, Cee thinks that was left on the Green.

When he returns they say their goodnights and she nudges the pack under her cot, settling in to be bombarded with those same guilty, confused thoughts as most nights. For a while it’s quiet as they both fight to succumb to their tiredness but eventually she hears Ezra snore and even if their time is over she is glad that he manages these few hours of sleep, he needs it more than anything. She huffs a low laugh at the gentle purr-like snore of the man she had at first thought menacing, before pulling out her book and flicking on the dim reading light to continue the ideas she had been jotting down daily, continuing the story of The Streamer Girl so she does not have to think of her own.

It’s still early when she decides it’s time. Quickly tying back her hair and shouldering the pack. Purposefully burdening herself with the prospect of nothing but her own company for the next while because, as she reminds herself, it’s easier. Easier than weighing down someone else who would rather she not be there. Cee can’t see past that because she feels like it’s all she has known for these last several years. Looking to his dark corner of the room she smiles gentle and silently wishes the best to the strange man she had grown so fond of before she leaves to scan the boards for a departure to her destination of choice. 

The girl is sitting on a bench waiting for the transport and reluctantly chewing down a bits bar - she’d had enough of them in her life already – when the familiar gait and distinct blonde patch catch her eye as Ezra approaches her. He looks better rested but still drawn and some emotion catches in her throat at the sight. She realises she’s even more attached to him than she first thought. He sits besides her and says nothing for a moment and even though the station is buzzing it feels too quiet.

“Getting ready to take flight, little bird?” Ezra asks eventually, if anything sounding amused at the situation.

Cee nods, mousy unwashed strand of hair shaking loose and falling against her face. She brushes it back behind her ear and turns to look at him finally.

“I’m sorry, Ezra,” she admits to him “I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want to make you feel guilty too”

“What do you mean?”

She hesitates when he asks for explanation. Surely he knows.

“I appreciate you looking out for me and everything you’ve done but… it- it feels like you need space and I don’t want to burden you when you’re…” She trails off and motions to his missing right arm, and to the unseen wounds within, “healing”

“Oh birdie,” he sighs in response, kindly smiling down at the young girl “Cee. There’s no burden in having your friendship, and I’m grateful for your company even when it doesn’t seem that way. If anything, I should offer my apologies for my doleful demeanour lately. But without your kind company and conversation I wouldn’t have survived it, and for that and...everything else you’ve helped me with I feel a bond between us that I’d rather not break”

It’s here that Ezra offers Cee, for the first time ever, a hug. Arm slowly coming to rest on her shoulder, barely touching in case she wants to shake him off but instead she feels herself become overwhelmed by it, sobs barely audibly and lets him pull her in to such a warm, and caring embrace that tells her she is not alone.

Finally she realises, there is someone who cares for her.

“It seems we both still have healing to do” he mutters, squeezing her shoulder lightly, “I hope you know you can always talk with me. If you remember, I’m fairly fond of it”

“Thank you” she whispers, wiping the stray tear from her cheek before moving to sit back. Ezra watches as she looks to the gate where the transport will be, seemingly trying to decide something.

“Where is it you’re planning to go?” the man queries curiously

“Camria” is all she says but it’s wistful and full of thought

“Camria” he repeats, before setting down the pack at his feet that she hadn’t noticed before, “And would you like some company, little bird?”

“Ok” Cee nods, needing barely a moment to contemplate the offer, grin forming at the gesture. 

He didn’t even know where she would go, could’ve been back to the moon for all he knows, but he was willing to follow rather than lose her.

For the first time in a long time, Cee’s expectations are exceeded.

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things I don’t know

Genre: wlw slice of life

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Two girls come back from college and reunite to stargaze and see if they still know each other. A love story of waiting and finding.

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The things I don't know: I don’t know how rockets function or how birds fly home for winter or how adjectives in other languages work. I don't know why we know more about our moon than our oceans. I don't know how time and space are actually the same thing. Time doesn't exist, not really, but maybe I know that when I look over.

You are laid back on the roof all long legs and loose limbs like the city made you edgeless instead of full of honking cars. A dull ache spreads through my chest and that list of “Things I Don’t Know” is longer than ever.

We sit apart, knees almost touching, and enough room for sneezing and not mush else. We don’t look at each other, not yet.

“There’s something about the stars here,” you say because we were waiting for something to say. “You know?” I know. I knew it in the way I know nothing else.

“It’s the rabbits . . . Allota feet hopping around out here. Gotta be lucky.”

“I was going to say it’s the lack of pollution.”

“Nah, we’re just God’s favorite.” I scratch my chin and try not to think about how little I know what to do with my hands. I don’t know how to fix a sink. I don’t know how to change a tire. I don’t know how to hold a baby or build a house—the list was endless.

“You still kicking a ball around?”

“Not since it kicked my ass first.” I gesture. “Ankles still wrong.”

“Aw. Grade 11, right.” You say softly and get lost somewhere in your head, you do that sometimes. We’re both looking up again.

The sky is velvet black, spread thick like jam, staring down with diamond eyes, and there we were, on the roof of a building not cleaning. We were supposed to be inspecting and helping make the place presentable for the church. It could be a day-care or meeting space or maybe just a storage shed, but first we needed to dust and mop and check the roof for leaks. Which we weren’t doing, but maybe this wasn’t why I went to church anymore.

"You still sing?" I basically grunt.

Your smile is a curved sickle, it punctures.

"Sure, in the shower every morning."

“Not out there in the world?” I snort. “Waste a water.”

“You kidding me? You’re the only who thought I could hit high notes. Pastor Dave asked me to stop doing Silent Night last Christmas.”

“Tell ‘em the high notes aren’t the point.”

“What’s the point then?” You tease. My smile returns sloppy, no edges, just dull hills to fall off of.

“All the other ones.”

You run a hand through your short hair, it’s short now, I’d never thought it could do that; I try to know you again. You are tall, and wiry and the divot above your eyebrow is fishhook-shaped. The fishhook scar looks the same, white and curved and deep, but it’s different now, unhidden by bangs.

I sit there, trying to figure it all out. We both flew away, both to college and bigger places, maybe that made our movements slower and more deliberate. Maybe breathing in the Oklahoma City air had worked its way into my joints and bones and tendons and shifted their weight. It pulled my ligaments into new orbits and other directions.

I don’t know how bodies work though, I don’t know how joints stay put or knees hold up all that weight or how bodies come together—what a frightening thought. And yet I’m still looking at you.

“How have you liked it?” I ask deliberately, or try to at least. “Really.”

“How is it really?” You tease, again.

“Yeah, Sammy, really.”

Your little grin fades. A long pause follows, thoughtful, you’re always thinking and going places I can’t follow. “I like it,” you say in that simple way. “It’s different.” I nod and ache and do all those other things without names. “I think good different. Maybe.”

I gesture to the jewel-knitted above. “But they don’t got this.”

“Oh no, God no. They don’t have this.” You shift, I feel the ghost of you there even without touching. “How about you? How is it really?” You’re never done teasing me, but luckily, I’m never done being teased.

“You know me . . . Though, I dunno, I wish, I wish some,” I swallow thickly, and let my heart squeeze in several languages I can unfortunately understand. My gaze darts over, quick and guilty, and then away again. “Stuff.”

“Yeah?” You blink at me, leaning forward. I inhale like I can’t get enough of the stuff. “Come on, Tricky.” You called me Tricky since we were 6.

“I just wish,” I whisper, eyes fogging over, “I wish I had known some stuff sooner.”

“What kind of stuff?” It’s gentle, gentle as a mended bone, and your knee touches mine.

“Lots of stuff . . . That’s all.”

You seem to frown and nod and think all at once. It’s something you did since 3rd grade before every spelling bee; and time right then is a patchwork, existing and not existing all at once. A series of tiny moments of belly-hurt laughter, tickling breath against my ear, secrets told, and hands clasped together under blankets. I don’t say it of course, I don’t say: you never left me, you never leave me, even when you’re not there. Time is a jumbled mess like that.

“And there’s a lot I still don’t know . . .” I find myself mumbling.

“Alright, what do you know now? And don’t just say stuff.” You slow-grin, it punctures, I turn to face away and try not to shrink and disappear under it.

“Well for one, my brother was right about 8am classes. It is the work of the devil.”

“I could have told you that,” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? Never pegged you as know-it-all.” I wink and you roll your eyes. “So then what did you learn in Boston, Miss Ivy League?”

“Not much.” You run a hand through your hair again, and I can see the edge of that fishhook working into your thoughts. “Not enough.”

“Guess that’s disappointing. Lotta money to learn nothing.” I sniff.

“I think that’s what I’m paying for.” You shrug. “Plus, it’s not over yet. I just . . . there’s so much. You know?”

“Too much,” I agree softly.

The silence between us dries like paint on the wall. I can hear you considering something, turning it over and over to find the seams. You turn to me glacially, like you’re moving through cement. I could always tell when you found something after all that digging.

“I feel it though. I feel like . . . like maybe I missed out.” Our eyes meet when you say that, and maybe it feels like the first time. Had I ever been looked at before that moment? I didn’t know.

“It’s not too late.” I say it, I do. "I learned in physics . . . time doesn’t exist. So nothings too late, it can’t be.”

You chuckle and it’s sparkling and young, just like 5 and 13 and now. “I’m not sure that’s how physics works.”

“It could.” I almost pout.

“Well,” you stare down at your lap like your legs might leave. “I’d like it to work like that.”

“It really could,” I say again this time, but dangerously.

My mouth is dry and empty and I’m leaning forward like the fool. The fool doesn’t know when to stop, the fool doesn’t know when she's going to ruin everything, a fool doesn’t know a damn thing. I am the fool.

But maybe even Harvard lets in fools as well.

You follow, trailing down until our foreheads touch, sweaty and delicate. I’m at your mercy, stopping right before your big brown eyes and feeling the breath hot on my cheek. You could have killed me right then and I woulda done nothing.

I gulp though, cheeks heating up, and remembering all the things I don’t know. I kinda wish I was dead.

“I’m not sure how to. . .” I search the air. I search every part of myself.

You grin, feral and terrible and close enough to kill. You take my face between your hands. 

“You think too much.”

I stop breathing. I don’t know what to do with my hands, but maybe I don’t need to. We close the gap, desperate and opening; we come together.

Your mouth tastes like cherry jam and summer heat. I can feel you there, all gangly limbs and damp skin. I kiss like I want to know it. Your lips press warm and urgent to mine. Your hands are all familiar ridges and rough pads and your soft skin flushes splotchy as we meet and meet again.

The list of things I do not know is longer than God’s sin list and a rabbit hole with no bottom. The list of things I don’t know is too much to handle, vast as skies, but there is one thing: I know you. I know that first kiss in the way physicists understand rockets. I knew it in the way birds know true north and the moon knows the weight of the ocean.

I know it in the way you learn new languages: all taste, clumsy and earnest, trying to savor every new word.

We kiss on that roof with the stars bursting in the Oklahoma summer, because there’s just enough rabbits to make me that damn lucky. And maybe time is just a little less real.

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Call of the Mountains || Ch. 8

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: nothin really

Word Count: 1400+

Summary:  (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: Super short chapter but I didn’t have much to add didn’t want to drag it on further. Hope you enjoy!

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

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Steve cracked an eye open, glowering at the sun that beamed through his windows. The storm must have passed sometime last night. He hadn’t remembered to close his window blinds after he fell into bed, too busy trying to shut his mind up than to think about it. He shot a glance at his clock, the blank screen staring back. He bit back a snarl and begrudgingly sat up.

That’s right. The powers out. Sometime in the middle of the night, something caused both their generators to shut off. Reluctantly, he pushed himself off the bed to get ready. He’d need to go and check and prayed they weren’t destroyed. He shuddered at the thought. It had been a pain and half to get those generators up the mountain and he’d be damned if he had to go drag more up.

After brushing his teeth and running some oil through his beard, he slipped into a fresh pair of jeans and button-down flannel. He snagged a pair of socks, his shoes left at the door to not track mud through the house per Bucky’s demands, and headed to his door. He paused with his hand on the door handle, a frown tugging on his lips.

A whine was bubbling in the back of his throat, but it wasn’t from himself willingly. His wolf was trying to claw its way out, excited to finally be out of this room and closer to its real reason of excitement. Not to mention it was still upset with how he snapped yesterday. Steve heard about it all last night, the howling bouncing around his head until sleep finally claimed him. The thin barrier from the rest of the house was the only thing keeping him from losing control.

A growl bubbled up to his chest, this time his own, frustrated at his hesitation. This was ridiculous, he snarled and nearly ripped the door off its hinges. An unthreatening woman shouldn’t cause him so much turmoil, especially not a human no less. This was his house too. If he wanted to go down and check his generators, he was going to.

He snarled at a particularly loud whine from his wolf and shoved it back down. He stomped through the house and jammed his feet in his socks, then his shoes. He was still seething when he walked over to the generator and stopped short. Another snarl ripped through his chest, the animalistic sounds echoing off the trees and sent the birds and creatures scattering. Of fucking course, he hissed.

Despite having cleared the surrounding area of the trees to keep just this from happening, a rouge tree had fallen and landed right on their generators, crushing it. It was clear why they had no power. At least for this one. It didn’t answer why the second hadn’t turned on, but a quick walk around cleared that up. The tree didn’t spare a generator apparently. Growling once again, he went around to the other side of the garage and glared at the third they had set aside just for this. It was perfectly fine, thankfully still under the tarp untouched.

Huffing, Steve proceeded to drag it out from under the tarp and over to the broken generators. There he could hook them up and then work on getting the broken tree off. If he was lucky, they might only need minor fixes on one, since the top of the tree that landed on the generators wasn’t nearly as thick as the base that crushed the first. He didn’t hold hope to think that both of them could be saved though.

“Need a hand?”

Steve paused mid drag, glancing over his shoulder to Bucky. He squinted and grunted in response. Bucky hadn’t expected anything less from Steve and went over to the other side. Together they lifted the generator, straining only slightly at the weight and carried it over to the other two. Bucky heaved a sigh and wiped his hands on his pants, glaring at the other two under the tree.

“That’s going to be a bitch and a half.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair and glared at the trees too. He let out his own puff of irritated air and walked over to look over the damage.

“I’ll get Sam and Clint up here to clear this.” He grumbled, kicking the dirt beside the tree. “They’d been wanting to down another tree for firewood anyways. Two birds one stone.”

“Nah,” Bucky smirked. “You just don’t wanna deal with this shit.”

“Can you blame me?” Steve raised a brow, smirking right back. The fresh air seemed to do be doing his mind well, maybe it was the heavy lifting he had to do too, but he could feel the earlier frustration melting away.

“Nope. Matter of fact I was gonna volunteer them too.” Bucky chuckled. He watched as Steve began to wrestle with plugs stuck underneath the thick tree, stewing on the real reason why he decided to come outside. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. Yet he still bit his tongue.

Steve could tell something was bothering Bucky. He didn’t need their bond to know that Bucky was simmering where he stood. His brow always creased the way it was when he was thinking, the crease growing the longer he flipped between opening his mouth or not. Steve huffed and stood, leveling Bucky with a stare.

“Well. Out with it.”

Bucky shoved a hand in his hair and muttered to himself before he addressed Steve.

“We need to talk about Y/N.”

“Don’t think we do.” Steve retorted sharply. He walked away from Bucky to wrestle with the tree branches out of the way to grab the wires. He didn’t even blink when there was a growl behind him.

“Yes, we do,” Bucky protested and went to help. “You have got to stop treating her like shit Steve. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

When Steve didn’t acknowledge him, it sparked further irritation in Bucky. Fine, he wanted to play childish, he’d get childish.

“She thinks you hate her.”

That caused a reaction. Steve froze, his breath catching in his throat. He cleared his throat and quickly tried to pretend he didn’t just act like he got kicked in the stomach.

“Why does that matter to me?” He muttered, shoving the plugs in place.

“You know why.” Bucky shot back. “It’s why you’re so against getting to know her.”

Steve clenched his eyes shut and stood tall. He opted to not reply and flicked the switch, the generator roaring to life. The outdoor lights flicked on. The sensor would need to be reset, he tried to distract himself. He turned back to Bucky, face void of emotions. Bucky nearly snarled.

“Look,” Bucky said through clenched teeth. “I know what happened with-.” Steve flashed his teeth before Bucky could finish his sentence. “No! You don’t get to pretend it never happened! Not anymore! Not since it’s clear you’re using it as an excuse to treat her- our fucking mate- like shit! Don’t look at me like that!”

Steve jerked his chin away and clenched his fists at his side. He didn’t have to stand here and listen to this. Yet he knew if he tried to run off, Bucky would step in his way.

“Act as detached as you want. But you know it, I know it, hell I’m pretty sure she even knows it some level.” Bucky continued. “You can’t let what happened with Peggy ruin what we can have with Y/N. That was a fluke. I’m sorry, but it was. This though, this is real.”

Steve flinched. Ten years had done nothing to lessen the blow of the memory, and now Bucky was using it as a tool? No, Bucky could follow him if he wanted but Steve was done listening.

“Powers back on,” Steve growled. “I’m going to go get Sam and Clint to clear this and then Natasha and I will go out and patrol. There might be more trees that need to be checked.”

Without another word, Steve walked away. Bucky let him. He watched his friend and bond-mate walk-off, heart heavy. There was so much agony seeping through their bond. Bucky couldn’t do anything about it though. Steve needed to move on himself. Maybe, just maybe, Y/N would help him finally come to terms that what happened is done and Steve could finally look to the future.

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100 Romantic Lyric Prompts from my Jazz Playlist

Just something I decided to put together for fun and because I listen to too much Sinatra. I’m going to type these up in a prose format instead of a lyric format to save space and make it neater. These are intended for general inspiration so don’t let pronouns or exact wording hold you back!

1. I’ve got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me. 

2. And that laugh that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart. 

3. All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand. Two sweethearts and the summer wind. 

4. If the sandman brought me dreams of you, I’d want to sleep my whole life through. 

5. So I’m the guy who turned out a lover. Yes, I’m the guy who laughed at those blue diamond rings. Just one of those things. 

6. Unrequited love’s a bore, and I’ve got it pretty bad. But for someone you adore it’s a pleasure to be sad. 

7. I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. 

8. If you want the moon I’ll bring the moon right down to you. Baby, what else can I do?

9. If they ask me, I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. 

10. Call me irresponsible. Yes, I’m unreliable. But it’s undeniably true that I’m irresponsibly mad for you. 

11. Do I want you? Oh my, do I. 

12. I’d sacrifice anything, come what might, for the sake of having you near. 

13. But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow and all my tomorrows belong to you. 

14. I’ll never be the same. There is such an ache in my heart. 

15. I’m through with flirting. It’s just you I’m thinking of. 

16. How could I know about love? I didn’t know about you. 

17. I know that I’ve never lived before and my heart is very sure. No one else could love you more. 

18. Dawn is nearing, time is fleeting. Mind if I make love to you?

19. Are the stars out tonight? I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright. Cause I only have eyes for you.

20. Oh, but you’re lovely with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft. 

21. I would work and slave the whole day through if I could hurry home to you. 

22. What a fool I am, to think my breaking heart could fool the moon. 

23. These things are dear to me, they seem to bring you near to me. 

24. If there is some other way to prove that I love you, I swear I don’t know how. 

25. And I seem to find the happiness I seek when we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek. 

26. Once I get you up there, where the air is rarified, we’ll just glide. Starry-eyed. 

27. But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me. 

28. And I am once again with you, when our love was new and each kiss an inspiration. 

29. Just tea for two and two for tea. Just me for you and you for me alone. 

30. You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain. 

31. Birds do it. Bees do. Even educated fleas do it. Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. 

32. Please remember I still want you and in case you wonder why... 

33. With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart.

34. The kiss in your eyes, the touch of your hand makes me weak. And my heart may grow very dizzy and fall. 

35. I saw them all. Just couldn’t fall til we met. 

36. When an irresistible force, such as you, meets and old immovable object, like me... 

37. Look at yourself. Do you still believe the rumor that romance is simply grand?

38. I never mind the rain from the sky if I can find the sun in your eyes. 

39. My head keeps spinning. I go to sleep and keep grinning. 

40. What are your charms for? What are my arms for? Use your imagination.

41. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby, kiss me. 

42. Now my heart is music. Such a simple song, singing again, the notes never end. This is where I belong. 

43. You know I can’t lie. If I say to you, ‘Baby, I love you.’ Then baby, I love you. 

44. There are many, many crazy things that will keep me loving you. 

45. I’m glad that I’m the one who found you. That’s why I’m always hanging around you. 

46. Love is all that I can give to you. Love is more than just a game for two.

47. I saw you there one wonderful day. You took my heart and you threw it away. 

48. You’d be so easy to love. So easy to idolize. All others, above. 

49. Good things come to those who wait. So just relax and wait for fate.

50. My life will be in your keeping, waking, sleeping, laughing, weeping. 

51. We’ve only tasted the wine, we’re gonna drain the cup dry. 

52. In your arms, I know for once in my life, I’m living. 

53. Don’t go nowhere. What do I care? Your kisses are worth waiting for, believe me. 

54. Sometimes I love you, sometimes I hate you. But when I hate you, it’s cause I love you. 

55. As long as I’ve got arms that cling at all, it’s you they’ll be clinging to.

56. I never knew the technique of kissing. I never knew the thrill I could get from your touch. 

57. You won’t really fall in love cause you can’t take the chance. So be honest with yourself, don’t try to fake romance. 

58. The Autumn wind, and the Winter winds, they have come and gone. And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on. 

59. If your heart, it never could yield to me. Then I’d rather have nothing at all. 

60. For nobody else gave me a thrill. With all your faults, I love you still. 

61. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’. 

62. When an irrepressible smile such as yours warms an old implacable heart such as mine...

63. I’ve forgotten you, just like I should. Of course I have. 

64. The very thought of you and I forget to do the little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. 

65. You went away and my heart when with you. 

66. There’s a smile on my face for the whole human race. Why it’s almost like being in love. 

67. If they made me a king, I’d be but a slave to you. 

68. Sitting all day without holding my baby makes me so blue and sad. 

69. How lucky can one guy be? I kissed her and she kissed me.

70. I’ll be holding you so near you may here all the angels cheer because we’re together. 

71. But now that your lips are burning mine, I’m beginning to see the light. 

72. So tell me, why should it be true that I get a kick out of you?

73. You are all I long for, worship and adore. 

74. I got starlight, I got sweet dreams. I got my man, who could ask for anything more?

75. Better fish are in the sea, is not the theory for me. 

76. If you’ll let me, I’ll endeavor to persuade you I’m your party for two. 

77. So worth the yearning for, so swell to keep every home fire burning for. 

78. Baby, don’t you know I love you so? Can’t you feel it when we touch?

79. And the simple secret of the plot is just to tell them that I love you, a lot. 

80. Only you have that magic technique. When we sway, I grow weak. 

81. You are here, so am I. Maybe millions of people go by. But they all disappear from view. 

82. Well, I’m not too clever. I just adore you. 

83. He’s a fool and don’t I know it. But a fool can have his charms. 

84. There’s a somebody I’m longing to see. I hope that she turns out to be someone who’ll watch over me. 

85. In a restless world, like this is, love is ended before it’s begun. 

86. It’s very clear. Our love is here to stay, but forever and a day. 

87. When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that’s so hard to bear. 

88. Longer than always is a long, long time. But far beyond forever, you’ll be mine. 

89. Then you came and caused a spark that’s a four alarm fire now. 

90. Somewhere, somehow, someone’s gotta be kissed. 

91. The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her and the way that you love her. 

92. You’ll never know how slow the moments go till I’m near to you. 

93. But when I saw you I knew, we got together like a wink and a smile. 

94. Couldn’t sleep, wouldn’t sleep. When love came and told me I shouldn’t sleep. 

95. We may never meet again on that bumpy road to love. Still, I’ll always, always keep the memory of...

96. I light up when you call my name and you know I’m gonna treat you right. 

97. And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too, is when I fall in love with you. 

98. She takes Winter and makes it Summer. And Summer could take some lessons from her.

99. Those fingers in my hair, that sly come-hither stare that strips my conscience bare... It’s Witchcraft. 

100. That’s why, darling, it’s incredible that someone so unforgettable, thinks that I am unforgettable too. 

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Quotes by Mehmet Murat ildan

A beautiful mind is like a beautiful path! The more you travel with it, the more you find peace and happiness!

A beautiful smile without any reason is the smile of the existence!

A bird without wings and a man without art are both condemned to wander in low places; they can never soar up to those unrivalled heights.

A cat’s New Year dream is mostly a bird! Don’t be like a cat; in New Year, dream something that you have never dreamed! Target for new things!

A good book is a lighthouse; a wise man is a lighthouse; conscience is a lighthouse; compassion is a lighthouse; science is a lighthouse! They all show us the true path! Keep them in your life to remain safe in the rocky and dark waters of life!

A little happy house is the strongest castle in this whole universe!

A long walk in a long beach shortens every kind of sorrow!

A romantic person will know from the bottom of his heart that no source of light can ever replace the mysterious beauty of a candle!

A street full of shadows will teach you what life is much better than the street full of lights!

A waterfall cannot be silent, just as the wisdom! When they speak, the voice of power speaks!

An uneducated society will eventually turn into something lower than a herd of animals!

Are you a stupid sheep in the flock or a free eagle in the sky? Look at the mirror, what are you? Are you some dullish cattle in the herd or a wise owl in the forest? Look at the mirror, what are you?

Autumn is the greatest reminder: It reminds us how dreamlike beauties our earth has and it reminds us how all these beautiful dreams can easily vanish!

Carry your bag by yourself; carry your umbrella by yourself; open your door by yourself; light your own candle! Do your job by yourself! Don’t use others! Don’t behave like a king, don’t behave like a queen! Be humble!

Clouds in the sky very much resembles the thoughts in our minds! Both changes perpetually from one second to another!

Cowards cannot pass beyond the walls or beyond the wire fences! For them, frontiers are always the end of the road!

Disappointment means that things haven’t worked out the way you wanted! And now what to do? Very simple: Stand up and walk! Cut the tragedy because our limited time must always be used for the forward movements!

Don’t follow any leader; don’t obey to anyone; crowds are slaves; take an independent stance; take orders only from your own mind!

Don’t say deep things to shallow people and don’t talk about shallow things with the deep people!

Elephants don’t know anything about the world of ants; the peaks of mountains are oblivious of what is happening on the plains!

Enlarge your windows till you get a window where you can see the whole universe with one look!

Every long separation is a test: A test to see how powerful or how weak the will of reuniting is!

Every morning is a revolution against the darkness!

Every New Year must be celebrated at the heart of nature - in the middle of a forest or by the side of a lake under billions of stars - because it is nature who has made our existence possible!

Every season has its own art and the art of autumn is to bewitch the people!

Every time it rains, the soil counts every drop to know exactly how many times to thank to God!

Farewell is a beautiful and a soft word and yet it is a horrible and a heavy thing too!

Flowers are the Romeos and the Juliets of the nature!

Flowers have the greatest talent in converting an ordinary place into a magical palace!

For a dark street, sunshine is most welcome; for a wounded soul, love is most welcome!

For a new year to bring you something new, make a move, like a butterfly tearing its cocoon! Make a move!

For the cowards, all doors are locked; for the daring, all doors are open!

For the land, the sea is beautiful; for the sea, the land is beautiful!

Forest is a dream where you may find yourself and dream is a forest where you may lose yourself!

Full moon is a good fisherman; every eyes are easily caught in his net!

Genius tries to conquer the world with art, with songs, with words; stupid tries to conquer it with sword, with guns, with arrows!

Give freedom to colours and then you shall meet the rainbow everywhere!

Great artists come and go; they are born and they die; but there is one exception who has been living for thousands of years and still continues creating new works, new beauties every year: The Autumn!

Happiness has only one colour: The Bright! The bright of red, the bright of green, the bright of any colour! Happiness is bright! It shines, it sparkles, it glints!

He who does not walk against the arrows cannot talk about the strength of his shield!

If the storm underestimates your power, nothing happens to him; but if you underestimate the power of the storm, you sink!

If we had known everything in this universe, we would have had to find another universe to feed our curiosity, because what keeps alive man is the curiosity!

If you are good at building bridges, you will never fall into the abyss!

If you are sure of tomorrow, there is no fool greater than you!

If you close your eyes, no lighthouse can help you!

If you do not have the concept of distance, you may reach an unreachable place!

If you feel you have to open a particular door, open it, otherwise all your life that door will haunt your mind!

If you have carefully examined hundred people you met in your life journey, it means that you have read hundred different books! Every person you know is a book; world is full of walking books; some are boring, some are marvellous, some are weak, some are powerful, but they are all useful because they all carry different experiences of different paths!

If you have ever walked in Paris, you will see that Paris will ever walk in your memoires!

If you love yourself first, you will find your Valentine much quicker!

If you move faster than the music, it will look strange; if you move slower than the music, it will look strange! Be like autumn leaves which follow exactly the rhythm of the wind!

If you open your eyes very wide and look around you carefully, you will always see a lighthouse which will lead you to the right path! Just watch around you carefully!

If you see a castle under fog, you must walk there to meet the extraordinary dreams!

In a society where everyman is fox-minded, you need to be foxier than the fox!

In autumn, don’t go to jewelers to see gold; go to the parks!

In deep waters, you encounter only the wise and the brave; in shallow waters, the ignorant and the coward!

In defeat, look at the stars; in victory, look at the ground! From the stars, you get hope; from the ground, you get caution.

In the middle of nowhere, an old wooden bridge is a golden bridge!

Instead of politicians, let the monkeys govern the countries; at least they will steal only the bananas!

Leave city, leave reality; enter forest, enter fantasy!

Let me tell you something big: Give importance to little things!

Let the people discover you! You might have the key of the locked doors in their lives! Open yourself to the world; you might be the magic the world needs!

Let yourself disappear in the darkness; if you are loved, people will come and find you with torches in their hands! Love is a great searcher; it always searches the loved one! To see who really love you, just disappear!

Lighten your life with a simple life!

Magic of the nights is always much impressive than the magic of the days!

Man must be able to think freely and he must be able to express his thoughts freely! He who is against this is not only fascist and primitive but at the same time is a very great coward also! Only the brave and the honourable men are never afraid of freedom of thought and freedom of expression of ideas! Just like the cockroaches do not like the light, evil minds also do not like the freedom of thoughts!

Man must behave like a lighthouse; he must shine day and night for the goodness of everyman.

Max Lucado says that ‘A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.’ That is true and a man who wants to find out the truth must also do the same thing!

New Year’s most glorious light is sweet hope!

No flower is happy in a vase, because vase is nothing but an ornate coffin for the flower.

No king has a throne more beautiful than a bench covered with the autumn leaves!

No matter how right or how beautiful your path is, never try to impose your path on others! Remember that flowers by no means pull bees by force to their world! Your path is your poem; if people like your poem, they will fondly join you in your path!

No season appeals to the eyes as much as autumn; no season touches the souls as powerfully as autumn and no season invites us to the world of mournful thoughts as intensely as autumn!

Not every lake dreams to be an ocean. Blessed are the ones who are happy with whom they are.

Nothing is more mysterious than watching a lonely man who is taking for a night walk in a foggy street!

Photography is an art of teleporting the past into the future.

Pigs are dirty, but I will tell you something dirtier: Liars! Untruth always smells like rotten garbage!

Rain is nature’s art; umbrella is man’s art.

Real love and Sun have something in common; they are so bright that they don't have shadows, they are free of darkness!

Rumi says love turns thorns into flowers. This means that hate turns flowers into thorns!

Searching for the real faces of every face we met! This is what our life is!

Silent streets have many things to say.

Similar souls wander in the similar places! They may not know each other, but often they touch the same winds, they step on the same leaves, their looks are lost in the same horizons!

Simple life and peaceful mind are very close friends!

Smile is a good reply to the dark world.

Some looks are heavier than the thickest books because they carry the saddest stories of life!

Something reduces the speed of the world and that something is stupidity! Stupidity is a boring friction!

Sometimes you must do crazy things to discover the life beyond your life, to enter the unknown zone beyond your known zone!

Strong winds create giant waves; strong wills create giant men!

Sun gives light; torch gives light, candle gives light; smiling gives light.

Sunset is so marvellous that even the sun itself watches it every day in the reflections of the infinite oceans!

Sunset is the opening music of the night.

The best thing you can give to a child is to create an environment where the child can develop an independent mind so that he will be the man of no one and the instrument of no system!

The fate of the bridges is to be lonely; because bridges are to cross not to stay!

The first step to be a good man is this: You must deeply feel the burden of the stones someone else carrying.

The greatest storms on our Earth break not in nature but in our minds!

The Moon always finds an opportunity to turn our attention from the ground beneath our feet to the sky above our head!

The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!

The most beautiful sunset is the one which suddenly appears in front of you while you are walking pensively!

The most precious light is the one that visits you in your darkest hour!

The scent of the morning is prepared by the night; the scent of the night is prepared by the day; everything helps everything!

The trains always arrive at your station. The question is which one to take?

The wisdom of bridges comes from the fact that they know the both sides, they know the both shores!

There is a hidden message in every waterfall. It says, if you are flexible, falling will not hurt you!

There is no real silence for the sensitive ears and there is no real tranquility for the sensitive hearts!

There is nothing more beautiful than living a simple life in this complex universe!

There is so much beauty in autumn and so much wisdom; so much separation and so much sorrow!

There is so much hope in a little flower and so many flowers in a little hope!

Those who mastered in the art of falling have no fear of rising!

To get inspiration, go to the nature; for silence, go to the nature; to question the meaning of life, go to the nature; to feel the existence, go to the nature; to protect your mind, to reach the truth, to think about the universe go to the nature!

To speak with the shadow, you must know the language of the darkness!

To think is sacred; let every person think freely! To express what you think is sacred; let every person express his thought freely! If you do this, you prove that you are a conscientious and a moral human being! If you don’t do this, you just declare yourself being fascist!

Tradition kills originality; you keep repeating the same things in tradition! Behave like the sky; always create new and different things; be original!

Umbrella is comfort, rain is life! You must often leave comfort to touch the life!

Watching the infinite horizons gives you infinite dreams, infinite ideas, infinite paths! Choose a great target and then you will see that great instruments will appear for you to reach that target!

Water is the most perfect traveller because when it travels it becomes the path itself!

We are all on the stairs, my friend; some of us are going down, some us are going up!

We see what we are only through reflection and thus the more our reflections occur, the less our mistakes will be!

What do you need in the New Year? You need a dream; your dream needs an action; and your action needs right thinking! Without right thinking, you can have only unrealised dreams!

What is the name of your dream? A lovely wooden cottage in the middle of a forest? Or walking in an endless autumn path? What is the name of your dream? Don’t give a name, always give a list! Fill yourself with dreams because dream is the path to reality!

What you do when nobody is there is your true you!

When everything looks like a magical oil painting, you know you are in Autumn!

When the moonlight and the waterfall come together, all other things fade from the scene!

When the spirit of nature touches us, our hearts turn into a butterfly!

When the sun is setting, leave whatever you are doing and watch it.

When you are happy, you feel the sunshine even inside the fog; when you are unhappy, you feel the fog even in the sunshine.

When you are on the bright side of life, do not forget the people who are on the dark side and remember that man can easily slip from one side to the other!

When you increase the number of gardens, you increase the number of heavens too!

When you lose your path, you get an opportunity to discover a world you have never known! And better worlds are often found this way! Darkness and uncertainty hide presents in itself!

When you read a book, book also reads you! The book will know who you are from the sentences you underline!

Winter invites white; white invites silence; silence invites peace. You see, there is so much peace in walking on the snow!

Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise!

Wise man is the rooster of the universe: He awakens the unawake!

Without the stairs of the past, you cannot arrive at the future!

You can never leave a place unless you leave that place in your mind!

You can walk in a dream while you are awake: Just walk in the misty morning of a forest!

You either keep your childhood innocence or you rot!

You need a temple to feel good spiritually? Go to a beautiful garden!

You need new roads to discover new places!