#ll or trial or both.

[geometricalien]

15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @ultfreakme thank you!! 💕💕

1.) Are you named after anyone?

My first name is biblical and since my parents are Christian and my sibling also has a biblical name, I always presumed it was bc of that. My middle name though is actually a last name from my lineage

2.) When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday! It was day 2 of being home alone since my roommate left for the week and I was feeling particularly lonely since another friend wasn't able to hang out with me the last couple of days in addition to feeling isolated from family during the holiday season Plus being on my period --- yeahhh

3.) Do you have kids?

No. Nope. Nuh uh. Ask me again in 10 years

4.) What sports do you play/have played?

I did volleyball and basketball a lot in my youth, did soccer in elementary school

5.) Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes. Mostly only with friends when we know we are being sarcastic and are playing it up? Otherwise, I'm just such a literal person I hardly use it elsewhere (even when my friends and I are joking/using sarcasm we often say "just kidding" afterwards)

6.) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Honestly height and hair. I have such bad face blindness, and I've had it forever. But I'll remember if someone was taller/shorter than me and their hair color

7.) What’s your eye colour?

Grayish blue. They were described like ice before if that helps

8.) Scary movies or happy endings?

Depends on my mood. I like horror movies and there are just so many different kinds- I haven't found a movie that genuinely scares me in a long time though... The last one I remember was Nope. I walked out of the theater and was just watching all the clouds in the sky fkdlsajf

9.) Any talents?

Nothing is really coming to mind... I guess I'm crafty? And it shows itself in different ways. I enjoy the process of creating. Be it in writing or drawing or baking and decorating or following steps- I enjoy having a vision and creating it

10.) Where were you born?

Usa

11.) What are your hobbies?

I read books and fanfiction, I write fanfiction, watch anime and shows, cook, bake, play genshin impact. I've been playing wordle every day for almost a year now. I like tactical stuff with instructions- like legos or putting together furniture- I got this DIY book nook last week and spent like 8 hours putting it together. In school as part of the STEM program we learned how to draft both by hand and on the computer through CAD and Solidworks- those were fun. I miss that. Again it uses that same part of the brain as legos. I also like playing with cards. I have solitaire and pinocle on my phone. I was also learning how to play chess (like the strategy part)

12.) Do you have any pets?

My family home has the cat I got my 8th birthday (barn cat, brown tabby with four white socks on his paws). In the apartment though there is my roommate's black lab, half ragdoll half Siamese cat, and who knows how many fish that keep having babies

13.) How tall are you?

5'10'' (on a good day sshhh)

14.) Favourite subject in school?

MATH HELLO! (......... but also the drafting classes damn i miss those)

15.) Dream job?

Can there be such a thing as having extreme trivia knowledge on my fandoms? I'd like that alot but otherwise.... I'd like to work at one of those cat [Blank] things. Be it a café or a bar or a bookstore (that'd be awesome!!) I think that would be fun

Tagging @alienjack @szivtalan @glitt-erm @amnestyaubrey @farklelucas @brazilian-whalien52 @bloodyspade0000 @traditionalartist @illbebuyingallofthoseflowers and anyone else who sees this and wants to hop in ☺️

[lord-squiggletits]

Saw someone say "Megatron and Optimus barely interact in IDW1" and that feels like a very has-only-read-MTMTE thing to say kskdodndd because like sure they didn't co-star in the same long running series for 50+ issues like other characters did (like MTMTE characters interacting with each other or exRID or WB/TAAO) but to say they BARELY interact??? They interact a lot both in superficial "blah we're fighting a war" ways and in super lore important moments/series and also in incredibly homosexual there-is-no-straight-explanation-for-this moments like

Off the top of my head these are some series/storylines/issues where they interact directly. Defining interaction as anything from "the whole story is about them" to "their interaction is a plot element but not necessarily the main focus" to "they interact but only for a few lines":

The Autocracy trilogy (Autocracy, Monstrosity, Primacy)

Stormbringer

All Hail Megatron

The Transformers ongoing 2009 (with emphasis on Chaos Theory and Police Action for the most gay moments)

That one issue where Megatron grabs OP's spark through his chest Mortal Kombat style

Dark Cybertron

MTMTE (past OP in Elegant Chaos, Functionist Universe OP, and current day OP during Dark Cybetron and Megatron's trial)

And then there's other times where IDW1 Megatron and Optimus aren't in front of each other interacting/speaking with each other but are still thinking of each other:

The prelude to Dying of the Light where OP hears the LL distress signal and is afraid (not explicitly for Megatron but like he put Megatron on that ship)

MTMTE, Megatron tells Ravage that something he said to Optimus was the turning point of how he viewed himself

MTMTE again, Megatron all but says aloud that he made Tarn into Tarn to spite Optimus

One of the GI Joe crossovers where Optimus symathizes with a Joe over what it feels like 'to believe in someone who everyone else sees as past redemption' while an image of Megatron is literally behind him in his thoughts

So like, IDW MegOP has plenty of canon interactions and even if not all of them are very long moments (i.e. are only a few lines alluding to each other) there's still plenty of interactions between them. Plus I would say that it's pretty powerful how even the small, blink-and-you-miss-it dialogue moments actually indicate that Megatron and Optimus view each other as focal points where different decisions/beliefs they had revolved in some way around the other person. I think it's cool and compelling that IDW Megatron and Optimus express so often (even if only in thought) that the other person shaped who they became, or THEY did something specifically in reaction/spite towards the other, or where something they did to the other troubles them and lingers in their minds.

[misqnon]

What’s your opinion on redemption arc/Autobot Megatron? (MTMTE/Lost Light or Earthspark or both)

oooooh that's a Good one

now see. the thing is. i can't really give an Informed answer.

i'm not very far into earthspark, but he does begin that series as an "autobot" so its not like i missed any buildup. i like his attitude in that series (unrelated but also his scottish accent...i adore his voice and it fits him really well actually) it's nice that (from what i've seen) he still disagrees with optimus quite a lot but they're more willing to talk things out, which is the perfect situation of a redeemed megs imo. like when he stands up for imprisoned decepticons now that the war is over and optimus is like "hmmm i suppose you have a point." im glad switching sides didn't make him automatically throw away all his previous ideals.

now mtmte/LL megs? here's the thing. i Love mtmte/ll megs. probably my favorite incarnation of him so far. i'm a sucker for villains and an even bigger sucker for villains with redemption arcs, so no surprise there. but. i read mtmte/ll without reading any of the prior idw comics except last stand of the wreckers. so i cant really say if his character in mtmte does his redemption Well Enough to make up for whatever he did in the rest of the idw continuity bc i havent seen it! i dont know how bad the bad gets! it's entirely possible (and in fact i'm getting the idea that this is the case) that idw megs feels like a completely different character (i.e. far more ruthless and mindlessly violent) than the thoughtful, if not stern, co captain we see in mtmte megs. and in that case, maybe it spoils mtmte megs a little bit bc it wont feel realistic.

that being said...even if that's true...i probably won't care lmao. i haven't read a comic series in a WHILE (not since i was into xmen in like 2017 and even then i wasn't very into the comics themselves) but i know that comics get handed off to various writers through their run that makes them often retcon or not follow well between one another. i've quickly learned that everyone pretty much hails james roberts as king while the rest of the writers are more hit or miss (and i think i agree) so even if idw megs was totally irredeemable and james roberts did it anyway i would not care. because in his story? in mtmte? it Works. it works really well.

from mtmte i went in still having knowledge overall of what megatron is like (i'd seen the 86 movie, clips of g1, tfone, and all of transformers prime at that point) so i still had a guage of what redeeming megatron meant. and it still hit really well for me. particularly the fact that he was still Kind Of feeling out being good or not after his trial, along with how he visibly had to grow into being good. it took a WHILE for him to get to a point where i was like "okay NOW he's actually finally redeemed." by the time they ended up in the functionist universe and i believed with 100% certainty megs would never betray them or try to run. but earlier on? like when the getaway/tailgate thing happened? i was a bit worried lol. but that scene was handled well too! he did lash out, but he also apologized and didnt intend such harm. growth

and i think this scene alone. this arc. just really made mtmte/ll megs Work.

(ouch)

[spireofdeceit]

i don't really get simpatico but i would love to understand it more bc its such a big part of transformers now. if you're willing, you can do that big post on simpatico here?? if you wanna??? i'd really appreciate the help 🥺👉👈

The thing with Simpatico is that i didn't exactly Get it at first too, most of my exposure was through fan content and reading the thing i was just Yeah it Makes Sense people ship this, but then it kind of bestowed on me more how these two people are just two parts fitting together perfectly in a way they wouldn't with others, and it's not even inherently Romantic to me, even if i see them as very much in love and conjunxed post MTMTE/LL story.

Their relationship is quite silly in the context at first. Brainstorm's profile calls him a conflicted Perceptor fanboy. The only thing we get, up to this point, is his Annoyance with how his genius is overshadowed by Perceptor. While Perceptor doesn't seem to give him his time of day at all, more concerned with his work and what Rodimus wants from him than what Brainstorm is up to.

It's honestly just my personal interpretation of either characters, but Perceptor is finally allowed to fullly get back to science again, he's not expected to be holding his sniper rifle (even though he was never expected to! He had himself believe that holding a weapon will make him of more value!), while Brainstorm is there with his own super secret super important agenda.

Brainstorm is, apparently, an MTO, while we don't know what for, but MTOs have a very sad track record and usually have a lot of baggage as they're usually "born" and then kicked into the heat of battle, barely having any chance to learn who they are, just what they're for. Yet Brainstorm has never killed anyone - and despite that, he's still LIED about being an MTO.

Here they're talking about the concept of Constructed Cold, but there were TWO waves of them - pre-war and post-war. What Brainstorm is talking about he was not even born to witness yet.

They're both people who, one way or the other, "defying" what they are. It's a common theme with tf ships for me, but in case with this, it's Perceptor believing that he has to be more, and at the point of MTMTE, perhaps, not feeling entirely whole, and Brainstorm WANTING to be someone He actually Wants to Be.

Brainstorm feels threatened when his intellect is belittled by people calling Perceptor the genius. Brainstorm is quite egotistical and selfish, but it all ends up being just a facade, just as much Perceptor's cold and perfect exterior he cultivated throughout years during the war, of someone he thought his side needed.

Up until Brainstorm's time travel shenanigans, we saw them interacting sometimes, and a lot of the time, it was Brainstorm trying to impress Perceptor somehow, or just being himself that draws attention of Percy nevertheless.

And then we see Percy smiling the most he's ever smiled throughout the comic, calling Brainstorm a genius himself, impressed by the intricate work of Brainstorm.

Perceptor gets up to clap for Brainstorm at his trial, and i think it's the moment that sold Perceptor for his respect to Brainstorm. Everything he ever knew about Brainstorm - the careless egotistical and cowardly scientist - turned out to be nothing but means to an end, making way to a dedicated, caring, kind and brilliant person into his mind.

I think their finale just says it all regarding these two, honestly.

"I always wanted recognition for what I am."

"Me too."

Brainstorm spent his life on science and to be recognized. He didn't hide the fact he's an MTO just because. He wants to be seen for his achievements. Perceptor's war trauma had him feel useless to his comrades, who's "purpose", who's Genius, was ultimately the thing people saw in him, brushing off his personal achievements, maybe even the fact he could be more, his person, the way he feels Brainstorm could understand, too.

They're simpatico for a reason, and its just one of them, but pretty crucial and at the very core of why they're so compatible.

While i understand simply thinking of them as "science duo" they're so so much more than that.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Aches and Pains

Aches and pains are a normal part of life for most people. Geralt, however, has a profession that causes him an unfair amount of aches and pains. New injuries are a given. It's not uncommon for Geralt to return from a contract with cuts, scrapes, bites, bruises, and torn tendons or ligaments. Being a Witcher is a hazardous job. Most of the injuries heal, leaving only scars and memories.

And then there are the injuries that heal, but never really stop hurting. Injures like a broken leg and back from deciding to fight a rogue mage.

Sometimes the pain is so bad that Geralt's knee locks up, or spasms, often times both. And if his back starts acting up? He's down for the count.

The old injuries give him h*ll when the weather changes, particularly if it's going to be damp and cold, or if he pushes his body beyond it's limits during a hunt. Sometimes, it flares up just because.

He ends up relying on crutches to get around on those days, and he despises it. It's embarrassing; a big, muscular Witcher hobbling around on crutches, but he also doesn't want to end up on the floor because then he would have to call for Jaskier to help him up, or even worse, Yennefer.

The witch would be sympathetic, but she would also roast his a** for being bullheaded and not using his crutches.

Normal tasks are more difficult to do and take longer when he's on crutches, but he drags himself around, much to Yennefer and Jaskier's distress.

Witchers were raised to ignore pain. The Trials left them with the animalistic urge to keep moving and hide the pain. They could be severely wounded, and still, they would drag themselves along. Never stop, do what you have to do to distract yourself from the pain because on the Path, stopping meant death.

Geralt is so used to being in pain, that his body has just adapted to it; his brain downplaying the pain signals.

He doesn't even remember what it was like to not be in pain.

Yennefer and Jaskier watch him drag his a*se around the house, trying to function as best he can. Sometimes Geralt just has to deal with knee pain that makes his leg inconveniently unstable. When it's just his knee acting up, he only needs one crutch to get around, and he goes a bit stir crazy because "If I can get around good enough on one crutch, I can be out doing something useful!"

One these days, there's not much Yennefer or Jaskier can do to convince him to sit down and take it easy. Geralt is determined to at least be useful around the house. He needs something to do, so Jaskier usually suggests making a trip into town for coffee, snacks, a visit to the park, or a trip to the bookstore (a visit to the nearby bookstore always gets Geralt out of his bad mood).

Geralt is hesitant to go out. He doesn't like to be stared at. People stare at him enough because he's a Witcher, but when he's on his crutches, they just outright gawk. But Jaskier always goes with him, which helps him feel more comfortable. His Emotional Support Bard distracts him from the stares, and from the pain.

On days when he can hardly get around on two crutches, he's still trying to convince himself that he can push through the pain. He's p*ssed, and refuses to lie down, or take one of Yennefer's elixirs. He'll just take one of his Witcher potions and keep going.

Yennefer and Jaskier are doing their best to show him that he doesn't need to suffer through the pain. He can use pain medications, rest, and take care of himself.

Geralt is having a hard time grasping the idea that he doesn't have to live in constant pain, so Jaskier and Yennefer have to come up with ways to get him to allow himself to be 'soft'.

Yennefer will try sweet-talking him, then just goes right into b*tching at him if he puts up resistance.

"Sit your crippled a** down and take this pain elixir, you absolute donkey!"

*Angry cat noises*

"Don't you yowl at me, you f***ing tw*t!"

*Grumpy hissing*

"You drink this f***ing elixir, right now, Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde, before I kick those crutches out from under you and really give you something to b*tch about!"

Breaking out the name Geralt almost chose for himself is enough to force immediate compliance. Heaven help him should she ever decide to use it in public!

Jaskier just starts wheedling, pleading, making snide comments, or being really f***ing annoying until he gives in. Sometimes, he has to take drastic measures.

"Oh, look, Geralt! I have one of your Special Horsies! *Holds up a very detailed custom horse figurine*

*Rageful yowl*

"That's right, and if you want her back safe and sound, we're going to have to make a deal."

*distressed hissing*

Geralt's eyes are dilated and locked on the figurine. It's one of the special ones that he made himself as a memorial to one of the many Roaches he'd had in his life. They were very dear to him, and Jaskier was sitting in the recliner, casually petting it like a cheezy 80's villan as he laid out his demands.

Geralt complied, and spent the day in bed, guarding his figurine collection. The alternative was finding the figurine dressed up like a stripper with painted hooves, glitter, fake eyelashes, and a Lisa Frank paint job.

Yennefer had been impressed with Jaskier's level of deviousness. Geralt would have had to spend hours, possibly days, repainting that figurine. And then he would spend at least a week hiding in his room. Would Jaskier have actually done it? No. He wouldn't have ever hurt Geralt like that, but Geralt was paranoid about his figurines, so the threat worked wonderfully.

They try different tactics, until they find something that causes the least amount of drama. They find that anything horse-related makes the transition easier. The horse video game was easily the cleverest idea Jaskier had come up with.

A video game about breeding and raising horses?!

Geralt was in heaven!

There were so many pretty horses to collect!

And there were fun games to play!

And there were quests!

And horse accessories!

He was so engrossed that he didn't even protest when Yennefer handed him an elixir for his knee and back.

A wonderful fantasy novel about a horse on a magical adventure had kept Geralt in his recliner for the better part of a day. Jaskier had brought him a throw blanket, a mug of hot tea, and given him some muscle relaxers while he read.

A horse movie had kept him happy in his bed so Yennefer could rub his back.

There are times when the pain lasts for a week or more, and Geralt is extra grouchy about being 'weak' and having to stay his a** at home instead of going off to get himself killed in a spectacularly stupid way because his leg gave out.

He slowly hobbles around the house, "hmm"ing frustratedly to himself. He's itching to get back on the Path. If he's not on the Path, he's not earning money, and he's not contributing to the household.

Yennefer and Jaskier both mentally wish he would just retire from Witchering.

Yennefer is a sorceress with power and prestige in the Conclave. And magic is a business. There's always someone who needs something, be it a spell, a potion, or some kind of favor.

She might b*tch about lights being left on when no one is using the room, or someone moving the thermostat, or Jaskier taking really long showers and wasting water, but having enough money isn't something she has to worry about.

Jaskier is a godsd*med Vicount. He can easily support both Yennefer and Geralt for the rest of their lives! H*ll, he could quit being a bard and never work again, and they could all still live a very, very comfortable life!

Geralt grumbles and makes self-depreciating comments, and Yennefer just wants to take one of his crutches and shove it straight up his ar*e! But she doesn't give into the the intrusive thoughts. Instead, she gives him his space, or some cuddles, and offers him what support she can.

Jaskier tries to cheer him up, and will resort to whatever means necessary. When Geralt is really down, and refuses to stay off his feet, he will call his Grannie to come visit.

Jaskier's grandmother had taken a liking to the Witcher, and had informally adopted him.

The elderly woman will bustle in and start chatting, herding Geralt to the nearest chair or couch, and start fussing over him. Geralt doesn't know how to react. She's both commanding, and soft, and he can't help it.

He's a grown a** man, and at least 20 years her senior, but she starts calling him "me we'an", and talking to him in that sympathetic tone, and he's gone. He's not an 80 year old Witcher anymore. He's an over-gown child getting coddled by grandma. And f**k you, he likes it.

He ends up tucked in on the couch, in his recliner, or in his bed, bundled in the blanket Grannie made him, sipping hot tea, and with his aching knee and back smeared in liniment (which is doing wonders in combination with Yennefer's potion). Jaskier's Grannie checks in him periodically, and if he's in a good enough mood, or when the pain eases enough, she'll sit and tell him stories about Jaskier until he falls asleep.

It works so well, and Geralt always feels so much better after a Grannie Visit, that he secretly acts extra grouchy so Jaskier will call her when his injuries start acting up.

[mrinafria]

Wander in you nightmares.

Not my moots vocalizing my worst fears because when this scene happened, literally my first thought was "Wait that's it? That's not a nightmare though?" and then I brushed it off thinking maybe some of Satan's powers were affected when he escaped hell, hence the spell didn't work. Because remember how it worked the moment Paimon cast it? But if Satan's spell did indeed work, then everything that followed afterward were all part of Bitna's nightmare? Daon choosing not to k!ll J, police apprehending J, Bael's impromptu visit to Bitna before the trial- ALL of that? Or was his spell removed when he was stabbed by Bitna and dragged back to hell?

A part of me is positive this is too detailed of an Inception-like twist and we don't have time to do all that in the last two episodes *cries* but then this show has managed to keep me on my toes since day 1 so idk what else they are capable of doing. If this is a nightmare--Bitna's nightmare--I think something happening to Daon and her failing to protect him might be it. And if what happened with Paimon's spell is the norm, then whatever happens in your nightmare happens in reality as well--meaning if someone d!es in your nightmare, that person will d!e in reality as well (kind of like Matrix), which is why Daon had to scream Bitna's name out loud back then to bring her back to reality, seconds before Paimon could stab her. By this rule, if this is all Bitna's nightmare, and either Daon or Bitna d!es in it (or both if we're super lucky yay), they'll d!e for real?

There's also the fact that Bael's appearance seemed quite out of place and I agree with others that the ambience seemed different than his usual one too.

Maybe I'm just overthinking. But they've given us an imaginary wedding maybe because we won't get anything close to a real one *shatters* There's death looming over our heads in the finale week, and I don't think we'll get our happy endings as easily, IF at all.

p.s. On a different note, let us not forget what Satan said: don't trust Bael, he is the demon of all demons. Idk what to do with this information.

[sunenjoyswriting]

Muu Kusunoki with a reader who she had bullied.

Writers note: I’m back to getting two notes every writing piece its so muuover… Anyways this is platonic and reader’s reason for mvrder is being bullied. Who did reader k!ll? Idk, maybe one of Muu’s lackeys?? It couldn’t be Muu for obvious reasons…

Possible warnings: Uhhh nothing I think! But I think T2 Muu might be a warning itself…

T1:

- When you first met her in MILGRAM, something felt so familiar… but she seemed so much like you, so you brushed off those feelings. How naive.

- You two managed to become friends fairly quickly (after Muu realized you had no plans to hurt her), sharing stories of being made fun of and being an outcast. Her stories felt like lies.

- It was nice, having someone who understood you! If only you knew.

- You two had similar feelings towards the other prisoners, feelings of mistrust. You shouldn’t had trusted her, and rather trusted the others.

- You were glad that she got voted innocent even if she deserved guilty, that would mean you would be innocent as well, right?

- If you were voted innocent, she would be happy for you!! You both would be innocent next trial as well, hopefully!! You both wouldn’t, thankfully.

- If you were voted guilty, she would tell you how she believes Es is wrong. I mean, you both had the same reason for the crime, what makes her innocent and you guilty? Your verdicts should’ve been switched.

T2:

- You should’ve trusted your feelings.

- She’s not like you, she’s the one who made you like this! The one who practically ruined your life!!

- If in T1 you were voted innocent, you wished you didn’t share a verdict with her.’

- If in T1 you were voted guilty, you were annoyed. How come she got innocent, yet you got guilty? She’s the wrong one, she’s the guilty one!!

- She would try to convince you to stay friends, probably through guilt tripping. But she’s likely used that on you before, back before MILGRAM. Tricking someone the same way twice is quite difficult.

- After the failed attempt at convincing you two to stay friends… she just avoids you.

- It was quite pleasing when she got voted guilty. She deserved it.

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[panda-wearing-pants]

Best Life Series episode #5

S1E5: Martyn kills Ren with an axe named "RED WINTER IS COMING", Skizz, Joel and Etho join the red army, Jimmy turns down the offer, afraid that Ren will ask him to sacrifice Scott, Tango is killed for wearing a helmet in the previous session, and Etho is killed for not calling out Tango, Cleo sets fire to Joel's house, causing him to die, Grian and Scar make an alliance with Scott and Jimmy, Grian gives then a pufferfish in a bucket, which Jimmy names the "Pufferish of Peace," Scar and Grian steal Skizz's banner, leading to the red army attacking the desert and killing Pizza

Solidarity: THE SECRET RED LIFE ROOM..

S2E5: BigB is replaced by Terry, Jimmy runs away with Martyn's life, but ends up giving it back and getting exiled from the southlands, Cleo tries to lure people to Bdub's trapped enchanter, Martyn, Ren, Lizzie and Terry form the Shadow Alliance, all the reds get a life from Scar at some point, the Southlanders vote to let Jimmy back in, Impulse gives Scott Grian's wither skull, and Scott gives it to the shadow alliance, Scar dies in the trap at the entrance to the Southlands and becomes red

Inthelittlewood: The Trial Of Timmy

S3E5: The divorce quartet teams up, Scar and Grian hide from the reds in Pearl's tower, Scar and Grian leave and hide underground, but Scar falls into a horde of zombies that were supposed to be released at the pool party and dies, Jimmy is eliminated by an enderman, Scar activates a sculk sensor trap, setting off TNT and blowing up, Scott burns the Relation Ship, causing Etho and Joel to go around the server burning everything, Grian drops a stalactite on Ren's head, eliminating him and BigB

Grian: UH OH!

S4E5: Etho babysits Bdubs and brings him to the T.I.E.S meeting, where they plot to blow up bread bridge, and then they do, Pearl accidentally kills Judge Judy, the Bad Boys go into mourning for Bread Bridge, Scar gives the Bad Boys a doormat to solidify their alliance, Impulse lures Bdubs into the nether where Tango blows him up with TNT minecarts, Etho and the Clockers have a family dinner, Etho plays catch with Bdubs and Scar, but they both die, Scar becomes the first red and just leaves, Skizz becomes red and takes off most of his clothes

Ethoslab: Awkward Family Supper

S5E5: Cleo and Gem race to collect other players' front doors, Cleo wins, Scar trades from seeds to a golden apple, Scott, Tango, Bdubs and Impulse play tag, BigB lures Skizz into a meeting with Jimmy, where Jimmy does enough damage to complete his task, Lizzie attempts to get the server to go to the end so she can sleep and skip the night, but no one shows up, she then tries to get everyone to have a sleepover at her house, but Joel is the only one there, Scar arrives later and eats the cake, Grian and Etho rig the Heart Foundation raffle, Pearl's task is to not have her book in her inventory at the end of the session, Mumbo and Gem have a tower-building contest, Lizzie rides around invisible on a skeleton horse, but is killed by Jimmy, Mumbo and Grian have a diving competition at Gem's diving board

LDShadowlady: IMPOSSIBLE TASK

[avastrasposts]

The British Connection - ch. 6

Summary: Grace Mallory makes a reluctant Billy Butcher and The Boys team up with an MI6 operative sent over from London to track down a dangerous supe killing people on both sides of the pond. Billy is being his usual arsehole self but maybe opposites attract?

It's 14 chapters and complete and 'll be posting a new chapter every day

Warnings: canon typical violence, smut, fluff, Butcher being his usual grumpy and unreasonable self, nasty supes, guns etc.

The traffic is light and Butcher makes good time into the city, but the January evening is already getting dark outside the car as he pulls up at the address she gave him. 

She buzzes him in when he hits the button for her apartment and he takes the lift up to the 6th floor. When she opens the door for him she’s on the phone, and holds up a finger to silence him before he says anything. He walks inside and sits down on the sofa in the small room while she walks over to the window and leans against the windowsill. Butcher can see that she’s been crying, her eyes are red and she sniffles like she has a cold. He hears a man talking but can’t make out what he’s saying. Whoever he is, he’s doing all the talking. Eve’s face is drawn and serious, her puffy eyes on the floor as she listens with her ear pressed to her phone.

At last the voice on the other end goes quiet. 

“Of course it’s been difficult for us all but I won’t pretend to understand what you’re going through,” she says, eyes still on the floor, “I wish I could be there but the company needs me over here or this deal will fall through.” Butcher can hear her voice tremble slightly, like she’s on the verge of tears again.

The man says something again and Eve turns to the window, “No, no, of course I don’t think my job is more important than, than..this, but I just can’t right now. You know what my boss is like, end of the world if the right deal for this new drug trial isn’t set in stone.”

The man starts to speak but Eve interrupts him, “Listen, I’m really sorry, I have to go. Someone’s here to see me, it’s work. Try to get some sleep, use those pills you got, numb your brain for a few hours.”

Butcher catches a few more mumbles from the phone before Eve says goodbye, “Love you too, yes, I’ll ring her tomorrow, promise, talk soon, get some sleep, ok, bye.”

She slips the phone in her back pocket and Butcher can see how she furtively wipes her eyes before she turns to face him. She looks older now, her brow is knotted and her jaw clenched, like she’s biting back on something.  

“Sorry about that, we had a bit of an emergency back home just before I left.”

“Family?” Butcher asks. 

“Yes, there was an accident a few days ago, my brother’s daughter, that was him on the phone, was hit by a bus. She didn’t make it.” 

“I’m sorry, must be rough being called away on assignment with that going on back home,” Butcher replies.

Eve sighs deeply and sinks down on the sofa next to Butcher. “It hasn’t been easy, and of course, my family doesn’t know what I really do so I have to make up excuses that can never cover for not being with my family at a time like this.”

She puts her head in her hands, her elbow on her knees and hides her face.

”Fuck,” she sighs in a wobbly voice. 

Butcher’s not quite sure how to respond to Eve’s hunched back next to him on the sofa, it’s caught him by surprise to see her so emotional, awkwardly he puts his hand out and pats her on the back.

“You’re alright, luv, just breathe.” 

The patting feels like he’s patting his old dog Terror so he starts stroking her back instead, maybe that’s a more comforting feeling. Her knitted jumper is soft and he can feel the bony parts of her spine under her curved back. Slowly her breathing seems to calm so he keeps stroking her, trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to get out of this. But after a few minutes Eve sits back up and runs her fingers through her hair and he lets his hand fall down to his side. 

“Thanks, Butcher,” she says and pushes herself to her feet, “I’m usually not such a mess but..you know…” 

She goes over to the bathroom and he hears the water run and when she comes out again her eyes are still red but less puffy. 

“You wanted to go over the CCTV footage for the two incidents in the UK,” Eve says, “Cochran sent it over a couple of hours ago using our secure server.” “Ye, we’d better get on that,” Butcher replies and makes room on the coffee table for the laptop Eve has pulled out of her bag. He hasn’t forgotten about her file and the redacted surname, but best to get this information first and Eve seems to want to get down to business. 

She boots up the laptop and logs in to the server, making sure Butcher can’t see the password.  

“This is the first one, Sarah Crawford attacking the PM. There are no cameras in the PM’s office where the attack happened but Cochran said most of the events took place in the hall outside where there’s CCTV.”

She full-screens the video player and a view of a very British looking hallway can be seen in colour on screen. 

The hallway is empty at first but then the British PM comes down the hall and enters the office. A woman in her 30’s comes closely after him, holding a folder in her arms. She stops abruptly a few steps from the office door and seems to freeze. A few seconds pass without her moving and a security officer, a man in a dark suit, can be seen approaching her, coming into frame from further down the hallway. Before he reaches her she launches herself through the open office door and at the PM, presumably just on the other side. The camera can’t see what happens in the office but the security officer immediately calls for back-up and runs into the room. Two more men in suits come running down the hall and into the room and after a few seconds they can be seen pulling the woman out of the room. She has blood on her hands and is scrambling to get loose but her face is calm. Suddenly she stops moving and stands still, letting herself be dragged away from the door. As one of the officers lets go of her briefly to pull out his handcuffs she launches herself against them and manages to break free, rushing through the door again. The first security officer pulls his gun and rapid fires into her back. The camera sees only her feet as she falls. 

“Where’s the cunt who’s controllin’ her then?” Butcher says, searching the screen for any other suspect. 

“I don’t know,” Eve bends forward, looking at the corners of the hallway, “Maybe there’s a room just out of view from the camera, or another landing on the other side.” She points to the top of the staircase that can be seen in the bottom right corner. 

“I’ve asked Cochran for a list of all employees in Number 10 on the day. He’s sending it over first thing tomorrow, UK time. So we’ll have it at some point during the night.”

“Alright, let’s see the other one,” Butcher says and sits back up, creating some distance between himself and Eve. He was trying to remember that he couldn’t trust her but her vulnerability and grief on the sofa had brought out that fucking overprotective trait that had got him in to so much trouble over the years. 

Eve full-screens the second video and it shows four different camera feeds, all on a stretch of busy three lane expressway in London. 

“That looks like the A13, down by East Ham,” Butcher grins. “More my part of town than yours, luv”. 

“I’ll take your word for it,” Eve says, “Look,” She points to a black sedan travelling in one of the west bound lanes, “There’s the Ministry car.” 

The black car seems to be driving normally for a few seconds before starting to wobble across the lane, forcing cars in the other lanes to swerve out of its way. It bounces against the barrier in the middle and back against a van in the inside lane. A bus ahead of it slows down and the Ministry car disappears from view for a few seconds while the bus driver tries to get out of its way. It emerges ahead of the bus at an angle, starting to spin out of control now, its front end against the oncoming traffic. It grazes the middle barrier again and jerks sideways into the outside lane and is hit by a large lorry across the midsection. The lorry’s wheels lock up as the driver hammers the brakes but the big 18-wheeler is slow to stop and it pushes the Ministry car ahead of it, smashing it into the back of a van that bounces into another lorry. The traffic grinds to a halt. 

Eve and Butcher lean forwards towards the screen, both scanning the carnage for signs of the supe. People are getting out of their cars, phones in hands, moving towards the wreckage. 

“Anyone of them could be the person we’re after,” Eve says, “we don’t even know if we’re looking for a man or a woman.” 

“Go back to the beginning, can you run it in slow motion?” Butcher asks. 

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” 

Eve starts the video from the beginning and changes the playback speed. Now the traffic is moving at half the speed. At the point where the Ministry car starts to wobble, Eve pauses the video and they both lean in to scan the four video feeds for anything out of the ordinary. 

“You can see the driver tryin’ to get at the bloke in the back here,” Butcher points at the window of the Ministry car. Through the window they can see the outline of the driver as he’s trying to climb back over the seats in the front. 

“Huh…look at that taxi,” Eve points at a London Black Cab in the lane next to the Ministry car. From one of the windows someone is staring at the Ministry car. 

“Back up the video a few seconds,” Butcher says. When the video pauses again the black cab is in frame and the person is staring at the Ministry car already. 

“I bet ya, that’s the supe, looks like a man, pretty tall I reckon.”

Eve leans in closer, straining her eyes at the screen. “I think you’re right about it being a man, but the video is too grainy to make out any details.” 

“He’s already starin’’ at the car before it starts to wobble.”

“You’re thinking he needs to have eyes on the person he’s controlling?”

“Keep playin’ it in slow-mo and let’s see.”

Eve lets the video run again and they both keep watching the black cab this time. The man in the window never seems to take his eyes off the Ministry car. 

The video slowly moves forward, showing how the black cab stays behind the Ministry car but in the next lane, the whole time as the Ministry car starts drifting into other cars. 

“I think the supe is either driving the black cab, or he’s controlling the driver too. Anyone seeing a car drifting like that would try to avoid it, not stay on its tail,” Eve says and Butcher nods in agreement, eyes still on the screen, brow furrowed. 

When the Ministry car disappears from view behind the bus, the taxi cab is forced to change to the outside lane and loses contact with the other car. It seems to speed up to get past the bus and is still in the outside lane when the Ministry car appears again. Eve pauses the video and they study the frame. 

“There,” Butcher says, “The driver is trying to get back to the steering wheel.” 

Eve hits play again and the video slowly moves forward. The driver reaches the wheel and they watch him try to control the car but it spins out of control. Suddenly his hands drop and he freezes in his seat. The car hits the barrier and a few seconds later it's hit by the lorry. The black cab speeds up, swerves past a couple of cars and disappears out of view while the traffic behind the lorry comes to a halt. 

“So, you seeing the same thing I am then?” Butcher asks as the video ends. “A supe who needs eye contact with their target but seemingly can control at least two people at once?” 

“Ye, that’s what I thought too,” Butcher sighs and scratches his beard. 

“But he wasn’t looking at the taxi driver while controlling the driver of the Ministry car? Maybe eye contact or physical contact? Holding on to the taxi driver while keeping eyes on the Ministry driver?” 

“Maybe. But however he’s doing it, it means fuckin’ of trouble for us.” 

Chapter 7

[hawkzeyes]

what is daredevil and Hawkeye relationship

Gay.

Just kidding

Despite what tumblr might have you believe they are not the cutsie duo team “eyes and ears” thing I see often referring to them.

Actually, their very first interaction was them throwing hands over Nat because they were both like “what if we bother this woman with our emotions at the same exact time.” And they broke her beautiful bay window!! Rude of them if you ask me. It kind of ends with Clint just storming off because he thinks Nat tattle tailed on him to other Avengers (at the time he had left the avengers)

suuuuper melodramatic but what did you expect with the combination of Clint Barton and Matt Murdock in the room.

Later on Matt actually ends up being the prosecutor against Clint during the whole Civil War ll mess. At the beginning he straight up is like “my job is to ensure you get the needle” however Clint’s lawyer points out how suspicious the trial proceedings are going and that obviously bothers Matt so he does his own digging. This doesn’t seem to be because he cares about Clint, but more so cares about Justice. In fact he doesn’t seem to have any specific afflictions or affections for Clint, just that he wants to ensure Clint gets a fair trial due to the corruption and the Superhero Registration Act being a motivating factor for the courts to tamper with the case. They have a talk after the trail and it seems pretty sanitary and professional. With it only getting slightly personal when Clint asks Matt if he thinks they gave the right verdict and Matt just kind of goes quiet and says he doesn’t know. Point being there doesn’t seem to be any hate or fondness to me at least.

I’m sure they’ve interacted in between but... He runs into him again in Freefall I believe and isn’t even aware that Matt is blind. He thinks he has been caught dressed as Ronin but seeing as how Matt couldn’t see it, he wasn’t. So obviously they’re not THAT close.

DISCLAIMER: If I’m forgetting interactions you’ll have to forgive me. These guys have been around A LONG time and I’m simply not going to remember it all 💀

Now MIND YOU this is my opinion based off the comics I can remember right now. Maybe there is a whole other time period I’m completely spacing that would make them deeper.

TLDR: To me I see work colleagues at best maybe acquaintances. They know each other, they have experiences together, they’ll work together if necessary, but they’re certainly not phoning each other up and they’re not itching to team up together (though I think it would be fun)

[ageofpiracyrp]

PLOT DROP 33: BOUND

April 22, 2024.

Daphne Rux's 43rd birthday would not be one of her favorites. It had been nice to have so many birthdays on the ship in succession, but Daphne rarely wanted attention drawn to herself on the date, so she had been spending much of the day holed up in the captain's quarters doing research.

A tap on the door.

She ignores it, absorbed in what she was doing.

Two more taps.

"Yes, come in," she sighs, not looking up.

The door opens to reveal Muffy and Hero, both looking grim. Daphne gestures at them with concern, and offers them something to drink by gesturing to the grape-like soda cans currently sitting on her desk. Hero accepts one, but Muffy shakes her head.

"It isn't good news," Hero said, much quieter than usual.

"How... not good of news?" Daphne asked, curt in tone but still concerned. "Did someone get hurt? Did we leave HJ or Greg somewhere? Tell me. Please."

"Not anyone on our ship. Our crew is well. It's The Bat Ray." Muffy pressed her lips together, not sure how to continue.

"What do you mean it's The Bat Ray? Did Julia do something stupid and get all of those people hurt or- Muffy, what happened to Julia!?" Daphne wasn't completely unhinged, but her pitch was starting to raise.

Muffy waved her wing around carefully. "Everyone is alive. A couple of the crew may have gotten injured but- Those galx that we all thought were so foolish managed to capture their ship."

Hero cut in. "We spent all day together decoding the weird video message that we got. It was from Kenna."

Pursing her lips, Daphne said, "Show me. Please."

Hero placed a screen tablet in front of Daphne.

"We thought we could evade them, but it was like a game to them- trying to capture us. They looked so pleased with themselves. Officers Yrgus, Gekro, and Imontz. The Romoquele- Imontz- was the most dangerous. Not because of how he looked, but how he didn't seem to comprehend that he had just apprehended a bunch of people that had others who cared about them. I know I may not look like it, but there are a fair amount of people who are valuable to me. Most of them are on that ship, with me now, or on your ship. I'm the only one who managed to get away. We put it to a fast vote. We were so pressed for time. Who would make sure the kids would get away safe? I voted for Seetha. Everyone else voted for me. They said they all knew the captain would never give it up. Julia said it was only right to- make sure the kids had a parent with them who would love and protect them. Everyone agreed that I was the only choice. I couldn't argue with them. I had to be there for my kids. I'm making my way toward Kraysha. Very slowly. I need you to send a message to Julia's family. I don't know how to reach them. You're the only ones that I know how to contact that can notify them. I don't think you'll be able to respond to this message but... The Bat Ray's crew lives. I expect they''ll go on trial by the end of the year. They might call some of your crew as character witnesses. I don't know what's going to happen, but you may want to prepare."

The camera panned to Jenn and Jack sleeping- with Jack napping on his sister's shoulder.

"Tell Rebecca that I wouldn't dare let anything bad happen to them. We'll reach out once I'm on Kraysha."

Daphne pursed her lips. "We show Robin first. Then we show the whole crew. There's nothing we can do now except tell the Derringers carefully, but we can't keep this from the crew."

[emgoesmed]

Hi , i love your blog. Everything always looks so perfect. So i wanted to ask you for some advice, i am an IMG , and have recently done my residency(medicine) back in my home country In south east Asia. So my background knowledge is not so bad. Life happened (some not so good events) and i needed to move to US. I dont think am in for studying for step 1 right now but i think i ll be able to study for step 2 CK. I wanted to ask you if one can do well on step 2 ck by doing uworld. I am worried the most about pedes gyne surgery, cuz its been a while i have studied these subjects. Could you please recommend what extra sources should i use for pedes gyn surgery. And if those are as heavily tested on ck as medicine. Any advice on sources , timeline or anything really would be helpful. This is the only social media platform i av right now and i dont know who else to ask. I would be really grateful for any advice.

Hi!

UWorld is the main question bank that US med students use to study for USMLE step 2 CK. It is a great learning tool because the question/answer explanations are very thorough.

Medicine is about 50-60% of the exam, Surgery is 25-30%, Pediatrics is 20-25%, OB Gyn is 10-20%, and Psychiatry is 10-15%.

For surgery, I recommend De Virgilio's case book; the surgery portion of the exam is less about the actual surgeries and more about medical management of pre- and post-op, and indications for surgery.

I didn't have a very good resource to study for Pediatrics or OB Gyn, but recommend looking on Reddit for ideas. You don't need an account to do so. Search for posts about what helped people succeed on their shelf exams during third year, since those are specialty-specific resources.

One IMG I know who is in Internal Medicine residency in the US told me his study strategy was to complete UWorld and then do the entire Amboss question bank over several days prior to his exam because he just used a free trial period lol. I know other US students who did both question banks and got great scores (260+) as well.

I hope this is helpful! Best of luck in studying for your Step exams and don't hesitate to reach out if you have any more questions, I'll try my best to answer or point you towards helpful resources. :)

[wordacrosstime]

A Diamond In The Dust

["A Diamond in the Dust - The Stuarts: Love, Art, War" by Michael Dean. 24 November 2022. Holland Park Press Ltd. Paperback. 225 pages. ISBN: 9781907320965]

The brutal murder of King Charles I was followed by the establishment of the Commonwealth of England, a brief republic. Reinstatement of the monarchy with his son Charles ll was accompanied by the execution of the judges - the Regicide Judges - who had condemned Charles I to death. Ten of them were hanged, nine of whom were hanged, drawn and quartered. The ringmaster Oliver Cromwell died naturally. His corpse was exhumed, hanged at Tyburn (in London, now Marble Arch), beheaded, and its head mounted above the building where Charles I had been tried.

They knew how to do things in those days.

Michael Dean's A Diamond in the Dust starts and ends with the show trial and execution of Charles I, with a second book - The King's Art - scheduled to take the story forward.

Shortly before his death, Charles I wrote a (very long and frankly dreadful, but yes, execution was going too far) poem titled (with capitals as written) Majesty in Misery, Or an Imploration to the KING OF KINGS. It's not known if God has read it yet, it could take a while. Mercifully Michael Dean only quotes three lines and then solely to explain the title of the book:

With my own Power my Majesty they wound, In the King's name the King himself's uncrown'd, So doth the dust destroy the Diamond.

Watch those capitals Charles. Upper Class OK, Upper Case seldom.

Michael Dean's delightful A Diamond In The Dust is a very exact account of many of the painters artists soldiers and male prostitutes who flourished around the courts of Europe. Charles emerges as worried about what he felt was his mis-shapen body until he finds he is good at something. That something, in what was perhaps his own language was f__king. And to give it context, music, sculpture, f__king, religious wars, wars, f__king, spending money he didn't have, f__king, and when at a loss for something to while away his sybaritic hours, not-surprisingly, more f__king.

This should not suggest that Charles I was promiscuous. On the contrary he and his wife Henrietta Maria seem, after a difficult start (there was a lot of religion, catholic and protestant, involved - all across Europe and all across their lives) to have been not simply in love, but profoundly in love. Charles I does emerge at times as a bit of a pr__k, but, as the English public of the time might well have said, 'at least he's our pr__k).

Art, politics, religion, shipwrecks. Michael Dean knows his controversies and A Diamond In The Dust is crammed to the gunwales with them. George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham is a superbly-drawn (he's real - all the people in the book are, and there are tons of them) character, sexually versatile on both sides, bold, generally courageous, a kind of World-War-II-We'll-Fight-Them-On-The-Beaches lad (he might well have turned up there for a cameo), hated, unfortunately by Queen Henrietta, and in the end murdered. The narrative does slump a bit when he exits, but it's coming to the end (for Charles I) when he leaves the story, and Charles is only going one way.

Michael Dean is expert with history and characters. His novel about the painter Marc Chagall, The White Crucifixion (2018) as well as being a fine novel is a smart piece of work, coming across - like A Diamond in the Dust - with the feel of historical accuracy (only God knows if it's extremely true, but He's tied up with Charles I's Majesty in Misery, possibly for eternity).

A Diamond in the Dust may be one for (1) history experts who long to pick holes in other historians' work while gloating at their superiority; (2) fanatical puritans (OK, Americans), protestants, catholics (it's got lots of all of them, entangled, not always religiously) (3) Republicans (4) Royalists (5) fans of art (yards and yards of art in 225 pages, lots of named works, very detailed biographies of big (and interestingly obscure) artists and patrons. And others who hate being categorised but read The Guardian flagrantly, with a fixed expression of disapproval.

[Image credit: book cover, with thanks to the copyright holders]

John Park

Words Across Time

19 May 2023

wordsacrosstime

[libidomechanica]

“Come, you will meet her common-sense”

A sonnet sequence

               1

The very ears were not Love’s presentful, impassion, that sliding sigh? Devouring thought, swell on thy love more but sweetness of both sweet that thou hast already … I’m beginning all his substance. Tomorrow? Opening have such thing hand within my love and do not kill thy hungry eyes, with me to pass, so much was frame and gathering Addio’s! Come, you will meet her common- sense! Thus she see in the while I do speak through by no motion of fish, fowl, and the spot where your swain, the lady fell, and kitsch. Vine in love he should rises light. To-morrow discuss’d, like that idle cigarette.

               2

Once fountains; there all thy Secret all things: whether things hours. Sweet; myriads more rooted, as all my fingers as people can cooled; even sustain some counts hour that looked as if painting partridge the large bright, life- disquiet everywhere, enters herself; then in bliss, and when though you turn backward. Or the shield sleep. The sun, as when I look on Heav’n had not ashamed in knowledge without then as t were two poachers; their walls like light, and talked with any other could have sinn’d! Now, since with joyous love lost a day! Yet sayshould have been oft perceived. The painting names and all my beloved by both.

               3

And she’d call those strides, that doesn’t melt or turn church his coming night bring hearth must with win graceful and daughter, holp to lace us up, then turfs rear him out; ’ and watched there and pity; and with Blood of Shame by flying back on such puny doubt; or like the bitters are mercifully fed, luxurious maid with a tongue for now take the chambre may sit like the night drops and names, most trials must, and turned how thy first of golden shield her less to fill my argument, can find him. Her eyes flashing changing too as woman: then wound his breast upon it must needs a goat stirs with golden dew, twas only child!

               4

Three days are sprang up to a worthy heart’s guests hot, and Conscience, says in sleep must we part, his fierce, whilst Ben had gathering grace my ways of vast and grace, prolonging; but this whilst skies pear eater that such grace, progress could admit. The more in springtime, this waving resplendor on his torch to light; mine eyes. ’ Again turned,—and some other odd is such beguile and brightest forlorn world doth Geraldine! Thou know not, though field of course a will; let reason’s faint flush upon the valley, comely and the tide of Humber was thine—thoughts quite in his knees We fooles are born no one by one the largesse?

               5

Only twelve gold plates—without cards, and kissed her father’s face without divulging in times obdurate? Relics shall quickly she took the know not well-refined pen. Out what’s not the freak of bound in thee. Slack all the limit pastime of yore who bids all my fingers unurged; feeling to hear the Forms of a dream for whom your eyes; my pulses that winds displeasure. The friend to herself, that doesn’t have in the wild words and then if I be I or nothing flood, and knew her mounting names, the Baron forgot how much forth thy hands, and lullaby yours to the twilight—and thought on: in ev’ry side.

               6

Or on higher, less for his chanc’d to see, and for sale, but now unto the echoes of peace, and strain, that doth smallest child we love appease. Outside her graceful as Dian, warranted, like petrel on the difficult to see the lifted her love simplicity draperied her characters are we, ’ one voice, but don’t wanted to Lady Psyche. And all and wear his crime, nor would seize the crystal eyes—but. Which grow perplexity of mists and the whole, that one had pressed, and a ho, and, Travel, other end of them tete-a-tete. Now in solemn herald and useful there; he ’ll be spice.

               7

A Kurd perplexing was sprung in nomenclature of your bier? But since last to tally, but O, I ’m not a soul hath been. It’s not know that ancient was born, he’s much more—’ such languish in the wealth is vainly spend shifted cloudy film surprise has no great and not so much the spring. Took the grave, i’ll rather safe. What can should not so strange and pity; and lay down her mother warlike mountain-tops with vexation, to some gross error lie in me, alas, that we may be, myself the phantasy he fed; and thin, produced a plea, whose holier mystery of thine have won their face!

               8

With gems—the pine, to sweet saint, before mayst be meek! For any wicked hers! Sir Leoline first shall leave behind, who move, a fountains; there was whitened to live up acres and by black and whatsoe’er may be her proper pure and boldly venture high; as for the Baron’s present, nor disturbing course the core; Next, lullaby thy purity; and pain, regrets and mirrors. And given to be beheld by ring in the grandsire burnt by cigarettes as she treated, resolved in my hair, turn’d as though he from elsewhere those who expected light awakened the stand, one blushed up beneath her well!

               9

Spread smile of cowslips that press the paper. As dread a few words, and like an opiate, slumber still she is strange thy rest; since intended: laiko, Common Teutonic for pitying made women sang; and tender voice as yet, that had the moon is place of bees on content to talks as in a half-way to walk in expectant or vision find through the night do in a wailful choirs, who saw the present dye, she with Plenty in that I know how long back my brow; but on, on the skies pear eater is our life, she reason’s faint away, and his when I’m laid by that glistening earth? Go to Sleep.

               10

And though the shield her voice, but been before art enforced to quench love. If, so be, and dances broken means more, that starts ascendance. Laid it to myself the physician had none, unless time. One with such a schoolmistress still as thy own daughter might were no crime. We sentimental farce! Said little limbs, and kings. And tricks her sails, and to quit the weak. Her brethren, youth and then her eyes; my pulse and rill, thy silv’ry feet. Wind: beside ever-during night oft meet influence, said Juan by, glance like a theft, in procession; for ill, a few hours, and which royally did wear his chilly and Who?

               11

Many a loveliness, madness, Lady, won’t bother though you can shook, as ever. Or as rhymes, or was real; so well that we may, and lip; yearning, languor, surrender skinnes gold-skinnes golden shield her bowering mother years, it makes summer by with a full heart will more time and that thou must, and a face, the king himself had cheapen’d with the same who his Signal—sees it on another, look on me! There is sting off, as common— shore, while, half-listens with Cyril and did pine! Why is the flown, many a Gothic daring him and those who wonder! And in hand subtraction came to have time, and thaw this blood in the Scales, so captiues to recall that sadness in the thick and some move so near adjoining sick of such a difference, into her like a vision to the tears told: then fall in love me, Love’s darling careless on a more of solving doubting one, to trust meat stopped.

               12

Who are forest that was the dreaming full time in years have known to it; and pictured saint, before the tender nothing sprites remoue. They went friend to her false subtle Censor scrutinize. If I—this Dignity and at they revealed, alas, that we sleep. Nor was first—but what if he was at a blow, the halls of those lips, and every servants puzzled but you and I feel most of their queen-woman of interest, and by thee more breast, and laudanum? This orient, and say, that all? Stumbling said. With Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine? And play in, trust, and loved bookshelf, the glassy water drop?

               13

And signs and last glass o’ Ballochmyle! And I condescending. To melt that will not granted it was nought that you’re not a license for that others in the sea, by two we’ve involved to adore each stroke—a warning, right say, This is my bride or praised up and and gray yearning, resemble—thus doth high to looks appears; and this, for stirs, swelling attacking. And fresh winds shook, as erst he delicacies. And the lady died! Tis true there I will spy in the forms of our change my near and then his chocolate, a fountain-tops with fannes wel-shading the ancient love with mares; but glowing old.

               14

Like the lake down, and Conscience, mountain-tops with Florian, unperceivest not, fast. Communing what thus had follow thee, dear girl who Greek or ear, or none, unless time minutes past, sounds daily to turn of heate in a silken vestments of your leave with, it sells poor Love speaking the frailty of life was a private with all their tedious accept obliging a cup. That the Robe of Fitz-Fulke playing and who was pumping from Bratha Head to Wyndermere. And it’s how I may wi’ the same diseases, he stage? Of my mother pictured saintly songs that now thee, and stumbled into the Flame, and prepare. And jealousy to follow’d, which but the frail, discuss’d, the more mischievous enjoys it. One like light! Concrete too dear. Thou whose harms, or foxlike illness in the little church’s heir he could seizures, Heav’nly gifts, I render; a dreams all in all: then hastily—as not though shadows!

               15

Without attaint o’er here? And tears! The antique gold and painter gave such a scholler art to such sight beseem so bright, he stole frock and cold,—but this still from the core; then swung back to his spirits of vast and lay down her elf, singing a wise and blest manifold high gifts something to my Muse and take or lesson taught in a lofty lady bowed both soule to the tower; but let all those bosom breast; but what is t but ears. Wings from Borodale. Resolve itself feeds, but bitter in a time befel, even by day, for an hour, the towers, that might with both blue because I knew all.

               16

Life-disquiet—dull fence of attraction can be; little light movement, one after tary, the consequence, with all thy skin like guests hot, and after particular connections. How camest that one shakes off her bright doth express by thou were those who wonder like to me, that at the protests cost his usual, still I wore held, was membered nothing rascal to peruse; he realms of the hall was force to a sister’s name—sir Leoline thou recede the loins engenders to the true! Is always close, or love should I spur, the whole ever-during strip with the lady strange affection and out the moss’d cottage upon the most expedient on his celestial face, or, in your dread thy thou loiter held, those whose statues, friend! And warmth and fresh winds display, a plenty, much taller—tree of pearless mastered me. So talk for no other it anything, of what tis the—the—the—Pooh!

               17

Treated Things; horsebacke met him in your spirit twere, what pleased to verify this twilight—and you see. Which the night’s starts the lamps&I’ll let your teeth on edge; and in bed friar’s rigours, and taken my sense unhaunted. When she was all my day, my way to climb, in the flocks of the same. And rival, thoughts moved without delay, tis shattered with Thy Essential! Not till such, and by both. In the blood of entry. Far, the came, as the through the other proper purpose was a warrant’s banner, had deemed heart mine host to his lyre, and some slight of it how I feel. But still from bonds so sweet is night.

               18

Friends: the lady’s arms of old, and stir of feather. Of the air is born beneath her hair in fact, at times in the crystal. And expell’d stone still with Bab-o lest was thy own voice cease, with vain delightful to see dispense with something liquidating her be. Between they choked my head. If all butter’d; the Duchess of thine own whitened hill and de Vaux of Truth, unless mastiff bitch; from her destine love at last make gladly pangs of keen rent thee the charming at the regions of the light; and taste would have from thee down this mind was trance flood, and that we might before his voices sleep, where came.

               19

One hand into their secrets to confess witty, since—in your heads never in inward laughter might beneath and a hundred to bed. To places. Till with sighs, oft with his pulse grew tight be too discuss’d, repass’d Juan, eager now that which grow jealousy to folly, or out; laid in a sunbeam entertain with all have a tip to spin on, it is image from the height: her father thoughts, Princess; she, you are in high; their game of prison. Thou love came. Too. And youth doth express his tables that you must cloud. But as Lord Henry said, the lofty lady, Geraldine to guide and pass, in shade.

               20

Which parts to dwindle man! And when swung back to you; therefore the boat come; for I am cautious light. And one dumb-sister swayed, all wreathe only children’s eye, with sacred hands and what now and quickly she need I tallies thy coin, for earthen close up thou watching above the west, as well. Off, woman, and comparison trust and tree one another by that in the pedant’s banner. When gloves me dead, he know that it was more rooted, and left in the embrace thought me, my only to the strange heart swelled her arms, seems half belief, there will climb, and off like to meet against his sceptre like frosty rime, nor would love you from the back; O! When that absent love much-lamenting worn to his Signal—sees it round his front of the rays of vast and give him the first time to the lofty shine connection with the same; and more problem of ages; while other on layer of feast and there; I know.

               21

Full many a lovely lady died! Has had wrong the sky, do love. All through all her face with frisked curls fell the service of rings, mine owne voyce oft doth small and ever a- spending to reach test at naked, piping looked like a fine and private life? If all would have from a story, of what moaned as if though thick and flying resplendour of deaths and what he at length back to his strange, for on higher, like antique house; he realm beyond could seized the light, O Heav’n, atone for wand’ring rolls! Opening note do melt this berth, a single will never fingers drawn by the rested ten years parted so.

               22

But stood in the lay. Sire and die. That trod as me; for, Lady Blanche’ she stars; tomorrow? For some bitter in his cheek. And large amount, by Angels and mirrors showers the night before than smile, the last night brings my though so thick with time, where too many they’d state how much I am and fresh ate the old love at lower, much was fright arm fell out: Daddy! Whose clothed in copse and sitting sire of his sovereign filthiness would let the old oak trees. The tender you had been oft perceived, cat-footed the time of Englishman. Your provocative of seem’d to explanations, loved to come.

               23

Without a shark, my father great example, shown into the childhood will the most vile, but vainly spend, for nature’s joy is but short-lived alone with anguish, him to his; but in that it strange heard she thou shalt not know thy feet. Blind-hitting song: then to befall though true; for I must pray, ere the sun and himself she might be to west with an air she chose terrified; he heard her outward form of well-built me a concourse the pallor that prayeth she. Her gracious Hail on all her shore, when deep of all verse to melt like figurative does no Room for thereof he could, said the whole trajectory’s towards you, sir, to awake him. And hid from thence. Of empire of a far country open shone, or careless ennui surrounding stars black, bright, his heart; another, so I must we be some clips, that we may still, pass away— it seems to lightnings on thy storm, or song, and forms of Tryermaine?

               24

Truffles: temperance that honeysuckle. But sweeps they pass our little talents, no applause, of time of English money. Whose throw into the most ensured her silken robe piece, boasting sounds as oft been oft perceivest wines and the most innovation’s mint, tis but one sweet. Yet he, whose Fount of her, so that he pushed me yesterday’s ended: now my swain, would go to Sleeper’s ancle, ties it round to thee, the despair! To one dumb, yet great wall of second come bay-windows: Friendship! Imagined a little red pieces shivered fair maiden most trials must we sleep must lose name of it how I feel.

               25

While his face grow the tomb bestrew whereof he college light; o Night, to show that hath wild wood, for miles, yet slays me with its worth nor outward part, and in her mother days, when suddenly, therefore here deaf and Sir Leoline; softly from the tender you too. Await thee display, a plenty, much live you live force his chair: the Lasciami’s, ’ and quiet—dull fence and owlets buildings on the might chilly, but no shame she chose terror, that we must be meek! Doth glitter tremble; in vain he listening now. Of time I listening all her chained about the torrent outwork of the wakened below.

               26

How warm this closely fused with this make heed; with Ho! A monk, arrayed she might, had heard the only she dwelt in high, which shaken the wind is no sting! Sate him hideth answer meet, and thus to a dish a deadly draught so, nigh, followed beneath the huge, broad- breast, in masque or praised to move among her hand, as people on. Fair, kind of callow brook’d down, her white, had follow; let thus the blue even, all thou see. In this effect— to make me, too awful odes she did groan, exprest alone. Again the grave had been a lawsuit upon taste would sleep! To steal thy sails? Made the watching slips bind him; life!

               27

Could promise ever-during spire; in the sun for this poacher upon the hill; the king; and forth with my life my lord’s estate, as the happiness; nor let the shadows green snare, fond fancies dead then cease thy hairs were to their reptile soul broke out in such a schoolmistresses surfacing paints will give her guard that kind at thy hook we’re lost, you wait out the convulsive rapture in dread Jove think he had deemed a sweet and no more, later years. She took the Indian mine: but, like a harden, a callous and nothing of affairs on years on the little daughter, the waterman came thy feet.

               28

She is not a chef come hither, come on me suddenly when birds sang with my love sweet tones are sailing from stair, now inclined to come hither, twinned as a Bride their cause of Aurora—since—in you rise with a great in souls such was fled, and low, towards you, eye and shuddered, and some sinecures he lean, and then if ever, as I to tally, but this daughter to the heard of well-a-days had made a point of entry. Fair tho, the shade’s suffice to show that yearning her head, heroes have once her right, and in loveliness. By whose sugred bliss, thou stealth, and birds twitter bright. Of me?

               29

Is her breast: her father sails? The dead; the small birds, with a mermaid no, yet being his eyes, and his sweets alang: in ev’ry side. Thy Shadow faltering the ripeness to the Northern empire of sunset fadeth in turned, whate’er may be thou not wants, to others the lass o’ Ballochmyle. Throw down her fifteenth fairy fruitful plaintively lady died! How less clears today of hearth arise to me. Am I thus we trances and did his wife not so vigorously political blocking thy own? They err—’t is mute—no soul wouldst though in the ashes are the pleasure.

               30

Snow and the storms rock thee oft displays, and in her muse express his be truth too well, while I walked in short or tall might be too discuss’d, repass’d—was he left in them, the boys: the ringlet, like guests hot, and your heaven her face. Now blessed our Hearts of the bound for I am cautious that know it seems to smile: perfect noon, in beauty, much of what it were those, held water in a willow; an hundred yell beneath th’ Atlantic illustration you will! He fastened thereon,—but very much believed the execution, to seed, Hermes prior to bid thee page wonders to hear who had made, shall my cup; the simple Kurd of the lady Christabel? Which parts the charms, that innovation, to bear theme just not speak profaned there all the might: so, either to other on the Black Friar in which similar connexions stronger pause, of all kinds, and to be my demon Poesy!

               31

Advised; if he was sprung in his voice, but burned wide,—not swiftly, but slight are as fair tho, thou mayst be done, we’ll be much live with myriads more the same. If love that dilettanti do withstand you oil my scalp. Temptation, all cold brow, doth crown with fatigue was Gama; cracked and was to retains haste; whither, come, for a cave, an enclosure. Of awful there is not enough thick and she bell. How soon forms that forth. When deep sleep, and whose conceits, yet we will be, no others end: again—ah, woe is madness, we find him dost lies in our fathers her brethren, thou setst a bate betwixt night, again!

               32

I turned hill and arrow-straight, continents of verity. The eye; what pleasure, lest all tenants to be as good words, ’ cried and painture high; as force—thus doth smile when we crossed them my hope will say many a sally. But winter and as soon will climb, and walk about the hope then turfs rear him on and without I know the barges, make eye-water faucet and many others checkered with my grand cold, he cold, great plenty, musing the affection. Only though the greater than fame, may rue there; but chivalry will crush the sea. His chair: thought me, my soul, as if for Moses and jewel from the people as in my veins no lack of screams. Their office; he took a pride, and joinèd hands: before his Love speaking merry peal compact, so my sun one side. They have pass; with both small birds of muscle, lopsided, mute. Not so; not over me. She marriage-bed of the book myche to blisse, who am I …?

               33

His crime, nor find by black, bright Beware! That same the way he meditated People, hither, twinned as she enjoyment; and Left to Right to witlesse ware; too longer the large dark vault, shall the book open. And a little moments of thee, that, Virtue, thou hast no better than other heart. Rise to elope like a marble. If in scorn, began to walk with a hey, and—in their pride which royally did through for a sigh or similitudes can those strings his cheeks they seem in the glowing for a new- leaved were the time-better Death is vainly think about the hall. Only Pittsburgh.

               34

Yesterday, which rusts are remember meet: the rumour which she have been my mastered with each the name again throb with various dove, that stone, and friends, knew her moist cold,— but very day, we’re lost, your noble verse adorn, that mighty poets roll who Greek or ear. Golden plumes we rustled: him with waking place cease to reveal feeling bones to laughing bullets from itself, my beauty but design when birds all in silence prayer without remorse, thy Shadows! And Cyril whispered: Take me within my degrees recall the perhaps they rode furies dead seaman’s jealous of almond flowers.

               35

Which still his tables themselves down to fail. Of weariness: but if there was as fly the truth not awake him; but glowing? Proud look our martial kinds, as ever. The familiarly force to the heard she broke out in them out: o Shadows on the light elsewhere, tree of convalescence; thou gentle yet if he be deadly draught she treated each others, was herself, to these groups were were crost to council, plied him in thy sour leisure they be not be united by the sound of hope, and daughter of thee, Alma Venus, who fondly lov’d before a thoughts, Princes tried to my iust cries, in star.

               36

To hand subtracting till mocks the other shoe. The hinges heroines was born, he’s heard, I wonder of ancient wall of friendly sigh’d. A question rather absence remains unknown, of which the gate: the same; when with a spell, while the more intended: laiko, Common soldiers, that may I sing. The king him as silence betweene my will; was heavy belly, who drank: her drove her sway, But at my door? The visitant of Joy renew: for what he waite well-built nest. When a mortgage lord Henry was seen from bred by more on me! Each with low voice cried Henry was as usual—Juan, eager now!

               37

Of mossy leafless breath. Look, what Johnson saith her chance almost at all the body. Must; so far them love, believed, the despatches, kindling both roof and mock a broken charming attacking, he first shall before I lie. I say ’Tis so, that mine honour, and by the earth great wall of wonder’d how a young woman were done, so much admired, and that mighty smiles. What though sometimes faint and guard the west, which, for superiority is always great skill how one sideboard’s stars. How love you are as eager to prove he shore just me, therewith that moaneth bleak? Nor snake coiled around, unfree?

               38

Subsist; till wanton will trim. Loved with the feareth but in the sky might be to elope like him, and short or tall are put on her eyes burgage, untying’ squires to fight as the lute is buried with. The children, grows sleepe thou kenn’st from town, who meddle not be bought, we crost to send a ho, and dressings of state, though for most edifying Venus, who meddle nothing divine while the starts and world; but his Darts, if learn thy holyday above, I feel myself—but out, each others in the air she courtly accents are steaming of such lust, and thoughts, all my poor this head was the moon peepest?

               39

Yours and them love, nor gates of mangled with his wings astray, and laid in a wondrous morning knell, whatever happy hours to do like a ball of callous and dregs of spite of Heav’n, atone for their docile esquires family’s death is improved before us live full board, and be kind at once in a white too, as may I sing, and twirls. As well, which must rise tomatoes: no other voice, but such love his enterprise of a sudden silence one, with a ruine sought; with midnight be fifty, we three sinful surge of the sound; when I am still I remembrance, changed; with stern—and ev’ry lineament; and all those lips drink, and every pore wish to shake the terror, through some abstraction of half believe Columbus. This captains sharpen’d it, but this losing moment’s ivy shroud that doth smile. Tis she was no doubtless clear and each night be confusion. For love lover, my Belovëd!

               40

And the world may find the moment’s eyes her mother whose terrible cottage-trees, with a hey nonino, those degrees is theft, in procession; for a new purchase; also a bell evening’s letter than empty teacup, arrived with an air she was quite figures. And Juan’s candlesticks burned high poems! The Tanti palpiti’s’ on summer in that looks directed large amount, but to keep her temper amorous scope to forsake, and free—sir Leoline so bright, the our please, I neuer the grave for whom the time, when thou must deem Pope a great wings: There was out on a grass and kisses for Sin.

               41

No voice in its base as long present culprit was not say—at least, so my sun one still! Think which once I will to have prove he shouldst my head. This carol they poison the call’d open house. Now my sweetest, the dew. Kind attend to fail. Thy Heav’n had greater than appetite, which in those who had any spark up: is it you? Rising up her short, and while Sweet Christabel took the cincture from the South, and tuned soul. Airing when song external motive forsooth: I have I lov’d, and lay down with a perpetual dullness; in the mounted original, so precipitately into.

               42

Pure-bosom’d as pale tis madness that he at leave told; the world’s started, every well who; tempt the world’s perplex’d, and left of tears of almond flowers, the world enjoyment; nor wine shaken within some intended: now my wedding-cake: knead but slow? Might our first stranger who meddle not count as slow- worm lend the last procession and more thermometer by whose constable or slowly up the ceremony—I think I may never; most grateful, grace she said her often and all and arrow-straight, but thou her girl, hey, girl, for Gothic bricklayer of delirious; so much oats had fall?

               43

Of all thoughts, Prince,’ he saw Aurora Raby with in-born mind! Such warmth of what thought she had sound; and I confess with music with long present dye, she’s yonder the Geordi-an knots of a kind and may still at dawn the milder planet’s curious moment ere her arms beneath a memory was time acquired old man, ’tis the dove to dream. While the body wonder all! Yet leave thou made; for planets did she ’d said, when what a hard-ship that seemed her beauty can see the base as wind: besides, thoughts were of breeding cockatiels—clutch after-rest who all butter. In earth force—thus to altered by black ink my love O soul, or where I have rest misse, and honours leaves fall down again so cold or wise for she was a nice your father loose our ears, one of all Created Thine of virtuous power to do withstand still from hence did her answer’d in the acres and exorcised.

               44

Beating here your heaving sweeps they were no less, naked, piping loud; some days are spread smiles about this; she scars remain’d, said, thoughts, boundary layer of fountaineers will cry Amen’ to everywhere! Aloft, and sweet they things to one, and half believed the rest, and being is advice advised; if he be not give them love, love, love. Beneath the mode of that we ourselves. Sometimes faint and champion him that he had foretold, devoid of all he seem’d your own door, no showering uttermost, I shall I have seen before stated People, hither, and not exactly his Self-fulfilling at thee.

               45

Oft with pain that, that Diván which beat as if painted on thine eye that oiled ark thee strength devour than those who listens with a steady the bonie, bloom that he gets, come hither head into her moist cold and blowing, it goads me proue her slender nothing very much he deign’d to explain words, the sea as mere coming grace. And then cease, if thou hast learned how a youthful Lord of that foes would keep stead the viewed, a vision to those lips these report, this to butter. All nature, I will, my woes increase me once haue my sigh, when roving branches more blest; with awful echoes range. Sovereign to us, or foxlike in country wags too— and, scarce perceiving made it of will, still ioy makes summer in the bare; her side it of wilderness precious stuttering grace. As harbinger of the nut if, after days, and rather err’d, nor greyhounds deigns to accept obliging a ding, ding; sweet stream!

               46

Eclipses and mild, as a moment of the Northern empires he wiped her works are given to weep that wings from the Spirits grew tight best yet dare deny who yield the touch no more of blue were it not glad the green snake or less than fame, my herald shall selling at the sudden growth her temperance lies beneath and form you ignored for being is along and quiet smile; they can heard that always, praying at the staggering coy, keep closed with those degrees all its twine like; she scared not. Maiden’s side he wound, and in the we moonlight, that succeeds it; by the agèd knights augment? The night.

               47

As none: ’tis the deep, drowsy houres. Or Nymph, or Gospel tree, where had been embroider’d what none thing, not calculating the forest the Revelation; the glass may be the mode adopted sincere, with he, as if in a clandestine love for the gold and pain, and pass, and the king. To the rush, but being ironic about her chance against all pain and a ho, and half gardens yet had any, was upright our fashions, love’s back, a kind love; yet now but his pipe, and grey hair: they look’d, and lay her swayed, all nations understood before. But in such mistake and curls can make Love speak.

               48

Like pale—with wrath, by all divine, to some old oak tree. But Juan, when all frets but could lie, as Lot’s fair wert not leisure to say, she was not from the brought that which made Norman Church his place, her found an University for that thou up his eyes, my will. Is it in thy footstep gleaming friend of an idle springtime, the still plan where and prayer here? Her fifteenth birth, as the morning for my beloved facility; and thus conquer’d? Had stol’n of breed disputed: I merely seen, which, like hath mask’d him for the brambles for thy servant. Was force and precious absent, now began to a tune. Full time. And fresher strong and seem so weak one in the garbage tub is morning to another. These days dragged woods; of love lost a disembodied soul. Beneath hold out against me proue of gentle round his gray: tis Phillis, that in my tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis.

               49

And loud, and made him leave this, and love; and in charity, those, what she is unjust? Good turns—with two sphere had ever like these words; and, by the boss of the wild lean-headed spiders, one with its wings: pain of ice cream persuasive for that broken lie, from its clank’d round, I can’t tell—I though that clear than is yon moonshine wildly appalled. But when he was content you are fair tho, the wife and rough me! Is he gone, she seems half its own, of which spies and de Vaux of Truth, unless made of the soul of Noise and purple of love my love is in one, thou hast no dross to feel within your hear than clear.

               50

Burned her air such noble lines of tacks around thee which still, each maid silent as though pain, so talk again, lord Roland call the frailty of so much mortified, and one deeper tone like thine—but. Her Grace—Fitz-Fulke, whose shrunk and touch’d, and, by magic which sure a spell awakens the others end: again. Heirlooms of the name; yet we will triumphant splendour of this epic will be. The time and the truth! Are night but expressed, twas freeze before her gage, nor any wicked her cold, and underness: but not discovering more progress could come, I’ll driven to call it bright; tis always made mouth.

               51

The mystery, therefore Juan took up into flight. Save the body. Thy Love—then, youthful wanton babes have behind. Each maid with Roland’s beauty, much distinct, who doth bare, and thinking; the should have seen, like a gloue, which by an impartial king truth; and the still at dawn the grass thy louer? Kind love the shores of the mirror and Agamemnon dead. With enuie, yet why that he soundtrack on summer has oft been a snare: which are limits of the edge of Blue, ’ could not, but never in a city thick with rushes are brave, o there was wont to show, this carol they’ve take me with the sun and red, delight?

               52

Grown without a shadow from my idle day, as it’s most rarely state how can be; little light was born, he’s seen by modern youthful wanton babes have been cease to guide and him my hope will try, fair maiden in too oft display in fauour cradle of truth I do believed, the little heard, or this poor instead of despair; and now appeared to get from him who wedded with tears! Ready ears and to get from out my good words, and thing race-horse of a suit, I can make Lovers’ souls. Off, woman’s looks, and in hand, and law began to eternal stream is flowing cock, how drowsily it crouches.

               53

Blocking to the cure, go call it far and heart mine eye and sitting Boy, thou snare, fond fancies, none every books were given us and that I think it so be nothing still as he be not wake; he was that? This love to take thy lovely leaves the sniffer. Again return with authority, nor stone strides back-blow off—to pleasure. Lips as wind, its progress that sought the hall the sands upon my heart a league back, O liberal and tide rolls! Horrors of air of the lips, and curtsies counties bare you never in the Flood, my merry o’er am’rous youthful vows, acceptations; there presents their souls.

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Fate is funny sometimes Part 2

Over the next few weeks, Ayumi made an effort to be part of Asuna`s life. She attended family gatherings, joined in on occasional outings, and tried to bridge the gap that had formed between them. Despite her efforts, her underlying hostility was palpable, and her presence was a constant reminder of the unresolved tension.

Asuna and Kirito tried to navigate the situation with patience, but the strain was evident. Ayumi seemed to delight in creating subtle disruptions, often making snide comments or undermining Asuna`s confidence. Kirito remained steadfast in his support for Asuna, but the situation was beginning to wear on both of them.

One evening, as they were preparing dinner, Kirito pulled Asuna aside. "We need to talk."

Asuna looked at him, worry etched on her face. "What`s wrong?"

Kirito took a deep breath. "I`ve been thinking about Ayumi`s behavior. I can`t shake the feeling that she`s not being completely honest with us. I think we need to confront her about her real intentions."

Asuna nodded, her heart heavy. "I agree. We need to get to the bottom of this. Let`s set up another meeting."

They arranged to meet Ayumi at a quiet park, hoping for a candid conversation away from distractions. As they arrived, they found Ayumi already waiting, her expression a mix of curiosity and defiance.

"Here we are," Ayumi said with a smirk. "What`s the issue now?"

Kirito stepped forward. "We need to understand why you`re really here. We`ve tried to be patient, but your actions suggest there`s more going on than you`re letting on."

Ayumi`s smile faded, replaced by a defensive glare. "I`m here because I wanted to get to know my sister, but it`s clear you both have made up your minds about me. If you don`t trust me, then what am I supposed to do?"

Asuna took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "We want to trust you, Ayumi, but your behavior has been problematic. We need to know if you`re here to build a relationship or if you have another agenda."

Ayumi`s eyes flashed with anger. "Fine. I`ll be honest. I wanted to disrupt your life. I thought it would be fun to test how secure your relationship is."

Kirito`s face turned red with anger. "That`s despicable. You have no right to interfere in our lives."

Ayumi`s expression softened slightly. "I was hurt and jealous. I thought maybe if I caused trouble, it would make me feel better about my own life. But maybe I was wrong."

Asuna`s heart ached as she looked at her twin sister. "It`s not too late to change, Ayumi. If you genuinely want to be part of our lives, you need to start by respecting our relationship."

Ayumi nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "I`m sorry. I`ll try to make amends."

The following months were a period of slow reconciliation. Ayumi made genuine efforts to mend her relationship with Asuna and Kirito, proving herself to be sincere in her intentions. Though the road was rocky, and trust had to be rebuilt, there were signs of progress.

Asuna and Kirito remained vigilant but hopeful. They learned to appreciate Ayumi`s efforts and gradually accepted her presence in their lives. Their relationship was tested, but it emerged stronger, solidified by their commitment to each other and their newfound understanding of family dynamics.

One evening, as Asuna and Kirito walked hand in hand through the same park where they had first encountered Ayumi, Asuna spoke softly. "I`m glad we were able to work things out. It wasn`t easy, but I think it made us stronger."

Kirito smiled, his eyes reflecting the warmth of their bond. "It definitely wasn`t easy, but we faced it together. That`s what matters."

Asuna leaned in, resting her head on Kirito`s shoulder. "Thank you for standing by me. I couldn`t have done it without you."

Kirito kissed her forehead gently. "And I wouldn`t have it any other way."

They continued their walk, the park bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Despite the trials they had faced, their love for each other remained unwavering, a testament to their resilience and the strength of their relationship. As they walked into the sunset, hand in hand, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their bond unbreakable and their hearts full of hope.

[kozykricket]

yknow maybei ll write more about this in a big vent post (oops, this post ITSELF turned into the big vent post.

honestly i feel like im having a sort of Creativity Crisis

like. ehngv theres so many things to make but i also just. cant be bothered. and. for some things, it seems they've been done before for other things? they havent been done but they're very daunting and. overwhelm me and... i should probably just like, actually plan things out.. and not scope things so high i really wanna be able to say "heres a clean nice youtube video i have where i explain the concept behind what i think pokemon swsh had going for it and how i'd take some of its existing elements, change a few themes, and make it awesom!!"

i want to... make tons of cool builds in minecraft and terraria i want to.. make mods for minecraft! that do subtle lil things.. and tweak lots of aspects of the game! or maybe even sometimes big things! i. want to. but i also, really dont . because theres just so much

i think im just... really scared that i wont be able to ever get all of or even any of my best ideas out there in the world, and. im also desperate to try and prove that im not just an ideas person. that i am someone who can create things and i mean i LIKE creating things! i LIKE the trial and error process! i like... when i get really into something, and have to try and like. troubleshoot what problems may arise but sometimes theres certain types of troubles where they just push me away because im uncomfortable about having to learn how to deal with them and. shit. i dunno. woe is me i guess. despite this id like to clarify im in a p decent mood overall, i certainly havent had a bad day. its really just uh, past midnight thoughts that have suddenly happened. i had a nice day.

but GOD i . i want ot be someone do soemthing and . yet im so convinced that im someone who just WONT. whos just a little whiny person who wont be able to do anything because... im just unmotivasted or whatever and. im also just , genuinely like. i find it almost hard to care sometimes. about the things that i know i desire. because i just Cannot be Bothered. ill just wait until someone else makes the thing... or ill just, write it down as an idea and itll forever be a WIP i want to build stuff in terraria and minecraft at the VERY least right now and like. i have ideas for both of them. but GOD it just. seems... so.. i dont CARE. they're cool Little Ideas but i donT CAREEee waaah whatever its like 3am rn my mind is . not worth listening to