#look its thr stupids!!!!11

[tunanoodlesoup]

the voices in my head told me to make this @ombiblombi

[theravencawsatmidnight]

11 - 13 with Prince Shigaraki if thats ok

MORE THEN OK WHO IS THIS I WANNA GIVE U A HUG.

Warnings. DubC , Spanking.

Owned.

Monster Prompts nsfw #11”look at you, i thought you wanted me to stop?” & # 13.”i own you, slave” with Prince of the Night Shigaraki

One..two..three.. slap.

One..two..three.. slap

One.two...three.. —

You opened your eyes, your rear stinging hard in one spot from his slaps over and over in one single spot. The aching in your back from being over his lap for so long was not helping . Should you look up? He said not to , just to count.. and if you missed a number he would start over. Nothing was happening , your rear was shaking , waiting for it, just do it. Get it over with.. please.

But it never came, you wanted to look up , what was he doing?!? Was this part of the ‘fun’ he mentioned? Slowly your hands turned into fists with impatience written all over your face.

How did you get here… oh right. He bought you. Plucked you right off the stree- a rough finger slid across the red handprint on your rear, a loud yip escaping your mouth. The finger moved away and your heart sank. Oh no. He said not to make noise.. you shut your eyes again.

But nothing came . Just silence. Paranoia. Fear. When was he going to do it!? The sooner its over the sooner you can curl up by his - what ? You hated this man. What were you going to say?!? He took you from your home, forced himself on you for months, tortured you, got inside your head. And you wanted to curl up by his feet?!?

This man was Shigaraki, Prince of the Night. He controlled the shadows , the demons, the vampires and the werewolves. He had everything he ever wanted; fear, power, control. But he was missing one little thing. A puppy of his own,an obedient little slut he could break and do whatever he said.

The first couple weeks he spent time forcing himself on you each night. Whispering in your ear how you belong to him, how good you feel around his thick cock, squeezing him just right . Not once did he let you forget. As soon as he brought you home he slapped a heavy chain collar on your neck that was to big. You couldn't get it off without a key though. And he yanked that collar every night. “This . Don't you ever forget why you have this mutt” he would tell you over and over.

By the second month you stopped fighting him. Taking it. Him. It just made him gloat more to you as he stuffed you with his cock . “You see those werewolves out there puppy? Be good and i wont feed you to them” he would tell you as he fucks you against the open window , cold air hitting your naked body.

But the third night… He started something new. Every day he would sit on his throne, pointing to his lap. You laid out across his lap not knowing what to expect. He let you wonder on it for a minute till his palm came down on your ass. The cry you let out was irritating to him. “Shut up” he told you. Again. Again. Again. Till you were finally quiet,broken, shaking.

But right now he was not doing anything. Nothing!!! Just tracing a finger over the burning hand print!! You bit the inside of your mouth to keep you whimpering in as best you could.

He kept at the tracing for a while causing you to go nuts. Shigaraki traced his hand down to your folds, rubbing them slowly. “Mutt.. are you expecting another slap?” He asked, still rubbing.

You didn't dare answer. It's a trap. It always is.

His index finger rubbed your clit in little circles and you couldn't help but to rub against his finger trying to get more pleasure.

Slap!

You cried out and Shigaraki shoved you off him, clicking his teeth in annoyance. You got to your knees covering yourself trying to explain.

“I own you, slave. And I told you not to move. Not to make noise. Not to do anything. Such a bad listener. “

“Prince i.. ill listen i-“

“Oh will you now?” He reached down dragging you to him by the hair between his legs tilting your head up. “Stupid mutt. You know what will happen if you dont listen don't you?”

“Yes prince..” your head was starting to throb from the pulling of your hair.

Shigaraki got up from his throne letting your hair go. “All fours. I guess i have to remind you yet again because you don't fully understand your damn role.”

You turned for him getting on all fours. One hand yanked your collar and the other slapped your ass right on the mark.

“Count mutt!!” Slap

“O-one!!”

“Two..!!”

“Thr..ee!! My Prince!!..”

He just kept going. Till your ass was cherry red and your face was soaked with tears. Your begging for him to stop slipped right over his head.

He watched you cry into his expensive rug with your arms around your chest till he noticed a drip mark on the rug. Shigaraki crouched down to see another fall and looked up to see your dripping swollen pussy. He raised a finger catching your slick on it and rubbed it over his red handprint on your ass. “Look at you. I thought you wanted me to stop? But here you are. Dripping for me.”

Your body betrayed you in the worst way possible. Your dripping pussy was clenching around nothing, begging for something to be shoved inside it. You did not know what to think anymore … except..

“Prince.. when can i..lay by your feet..”

Shigaraki smirked, grabbing hold of your hips, pinkies up. “Soon mutt.” He slammed his cock in you.”soon.”

He fucked you for hours, showing no signs of letting up. And no you could not cum till he did, you were an absolute shaking mess. There was a puddle on the rug and your pussy was making squelching noises.

You could feel his nails digging into you after a while, he must be close. Hopefully he was close. You couldn't even hold yourself up on all fours anymore. Your whole body felt like jello . All you felt was his cock ramming into your suffering pussy.

Shigaraki chased his orgasm and finally slammed all the way into you groaning loud, his climax reaching him.

You came with him, making a bigger mess on the rug and on his cock. Your pussy was throbbing and you could not think straight.

Shigaraki pulled out panting and grabbed your collar, yanking you to the throne. He pulled his fancy dress pants back on and threw himself down in his throne trying to catch his breath. You used up your last bit of energy to curl up by his feet. Where you belong.

••

@knifeewifee @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

[caterpillarghost]

***NSFW WARNING***

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Not sims related at all, also. But basically my girlfriend told me I’m good at writing, so I joked that I ought to write fanfictions, so I asked her to give me a topic, and she said King James x William Shakespeare, so I did it. Smut, specifically. I ran out of brain power in the last paragraph so it ends in kind of a weird note (my lesbian ass said “no” to writing about pp lmao). She also wrote a sort of review detailing her favourite lines, which I’ve included at the end... So without further ado:

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My body pulsing with excitement, I strutted on stage. The vast sound of applause all around greeted me, and I held myself even higher. I caught the eye of the king; and what a beautiful eye it was - twinkling in the light, a deep shade of chestnut, contrasting with his other - a blue-green pearl within it’s socket! And - though I cannot be sure - a wink graced his face for a moment - and brief as it was, it thrilled me. My purpose in life is to please the King... my Scottish flower, as I like to call him... My everything... and upon further examination of his visage, though I had to be quick as to maintain a professional appearance on stage, I noticed a warm, becoming smile spread from ear to ear. I outstretched my arm to lead the final bow, and the curtain fell thereafter, cutting me off from my king.

There was a distinct buzz of adrenaline in the atmosphere; all of the cast, still in their lavish costumes, were chatting amongst each other, the stage crew clearing up the sparse set pieces. I edged my way through the crowd, out through backstage, and into the corridor. The courtiers all streamed out through the main doors, many of them nodding or smiling at me complimentarily as they passed. I grinned back at them, though I could barely contain my impatience - I was burning to see the King...

And finally, sweet release! A voice, a sultry, Scottish voice, called out to me from within the room, beckoning me to enter... instantly, my legs became weak, and my pulse raised as I timidly stepped inside...

His presence seemed to envelope the room entirely, now that it was just the two of us. Slowly, and casually, he raised his hand, and curled his index finger as if to call me closer - it was at that moment I realised I had frozen to the spot. How stupid of me! How truly, utterly embarrassing! What a fool I must have looked! And what’s more, I must’ve been made even bigger the fool, as I felt blood rush to my face out of embarrassment. I could see a smirk make its way subtlety across his face from across the room - he had noticed. There was no turning back now.

My footsteps echoed across the room as I approached. Oh, how gracious, how mighty he appeared, in his thick, silk garments, and on his gigantic velvet and golden throne. I stopped about a metre from him. He held his hand out. I took it in mine, and kissed it... his skin was wonderfully leathery and calloused, yet somehow felt ever so soft against my lips... Oh, how I savoured that moment... I glanced upwards, making eye contact with him, then proceeding to gently lower his manus, and straightening my posture as I did so.

“You’re trembling.” He said. “Are you scared of me?”

I hesitated. I could not lie, he was intimidating... but it was not dread, no, it was a thrilling kind of fear, a kind of fear which, when one gets a taste of it, one cannot stop thinking about, so that one craves it nighty and day...

“N-no, my King...”

His smirk faded.

“How disappointing.”

My heart sank, but my pulse raised - Hell would freeze over before I would disappoint my king!

“Fix me, your majesty! Make me afraid, please!”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Please! I need it, your majesty, I need it!”

His smirk returned. I realised what he had done, and turned crimson again.

“I love seeing you embarrassed, William.” He said, aloof, but I could make out an elusive note of passion trying to come through. Somehow, I felt my face become even hotter. I looked to the ground in an attempt to disguise it, albeit rather pathetically.

The king arose, and I whimpered as he did so. A familiar, leathery, soft hand took hold of my cheek, and raised it to face him. The gentle twinkle which had once inhabited his eyes had disappeared, leaving an intense, lustful ardour.

“Bow down to me, William.”

Hastily I did so. My left leg, the one supporting my body weight, quivered under the strain. And it was no match for the strength of the king, as he pushed me down onto both knees. I looked up at him from below. He began to loosen his doublet and breeches, and I knew instantly what was coming...

Out slipped his pecker, immense in size and throbbing... I placed my lips on it, kissing it like I kissed his hand just minutes earlier. And then, using my tongue to lick it, I teased him some more. His breathing, at this point, was becoming gradually more audible - every now and then, a low gasp escaping. I moved onto the main event now, inserting his warrior all the way into my mouth, proceeding to bob my head back and forth, and sucking as I did so.

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IM OKAY MY FAVOURITE LINES

"how truly, utterly embarassing! What a fool I must' have looked" - THE WAY ITS PHRASED IS SO FUNNY PLSASE

"You're trembling" he said - I LOVE THR FACT HES SO STRAIGHTFOWARD 11/10 DOM ENERGY 😫😫

"How disappointing" I DID NOT EXPECT THAT WHAT A TWIST WE STAN A SADIST

"I love seeing you Embarrassed, William" OOOOOOOO FIRST NAME BASIS 👁️👅👁️

"Bow down to me" it's like not uncommon considering he's a king YET IN THIS CONTEXT IT MAKES IT MORE SEXUAL AHAGHAHA

ANYWAY THE FACT YOU PECKER IM CRYING WHWYWYYWYWHWHSJAJ YOUR LESVIAN IS SHOWING AHAGAHHA

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[tabloidtoc]

Hollywood Reporter, November 13

I’m out of tabloids until Monday afternoon, but my OCD remains :)

Cover: Actress Roundtable -- Laura Dern, Lupita Nyong’o, Jennifer Lopez, Renee Zellweger, Awkawfina, Scarlett Johansson 

Page 4: Contents 

Page 6: Contents 

Page 13: The Report -- Streaming TV’s ‘Black Box’ and the coming Guild War 

Page 16: Disney’s ‘FX on Hulu’ Plan Snubs Pay TV to Boost Digital Battle, Viacom Makes ‘Agressive’ Play to Remake Its Leadership 

Page 18: Can NBC Halt Jimmy Fallon’s Long Ratings Tumble?, Amazon Takes Netflix’s Theater Playbook 

Page 20: Box Office, Broadcast TV, Cable TV, Billboard Hot 100, Billboard 200, Closer Look -- LGBTQ’s TV Visibility Grows 

Page 22: Awards Season -- Documentary Feature -- Apollo 11, Prosecuting Evil: The Extraordinary World of Ben Ferencz, David Crosby: Remember My Name, Best Actress -- Charlize Theron, International Feature Film -- The Traitor (Italy), Lionheart (Nigeria)/Joy (Austria), Makeup/Hairstyling -- Rocketman 

Page 24: 7 Days of Deals -- Chernin Readies ‘2.0′ Media Fund: $700M to Shower on ‘Quality’ Buys, At AFM There’s the Best and Then Not Much Else, Rights Available -- Dangerous Alliance by Jennieke Cohen, Girl Serpent Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust, Film -- Colin Farrell and Andy Serkis are in talks to join The Batman as the Penquin and Alfred Pennyworth, Adam McKay, Emma Stone and Brad Pitt, Vanessa Hudgens and Alexandra Shipp

Page 25: Tenoch Huerta, Sadie Sink, Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber, Television -- Kate McKinnon, Ava DuVernay, Mary-Louise Parker, Courtney B. Vance, Digital -- Zoe Saldana and Reese Witherspoon, Adam Scott and Ben Stiller, D’Arcy Carden and Abbi Jacobson, Kaitlyn Dever and Jonathan Tucker, Will Graham, Kristen Bell, Michelle Wolf, Real Estate -- Oprah Winfrey and Jeff Bridges, Rep Sheet -- Wesley Snipes, Hong Chau, Swizz Beatz, Chris Lowell, Adrien Brody, One to Watch -- Rachel Gao 

Page 27: About Town -- Jane Fonda and the ‘Ticking Existential Time Bomb’ in D.C. 

Page 28: ‘One of Michael Crichton’s Most Iconic Pieces of Work,’ THR Confidential -- Hollywood history questions answered -- Which Agent Shot Another Agent in the Groin? Walter Wanger, Joan Bennett and Jennings Lang 

Page 30: Yes I Did Say That! -- Reed Hastings, Katie McGrath, Kent Alterman, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Joy Behar, John Legend, Amy Robach, Chris Jack, Flashback -- Kelsey Grammer 

Page 32: Patron of the Artists Awards -- David Oyelowo and Ava DuVernay, Courteney Cox and Jennifer Aniston and Lisa Kudrow, Courtney B. Vance and Norman Lear and Willem Dafoe, Cynthia Erivo, Olivia Wilde, Mark Ruffalo and Laurence Fishburne, Awkwafina and Constance Wu, Gabrielle Carteris, Greg Berlant and husband Robbie Rogers, JoBeth Williams and Paul Rudd, Leonardo DiCaprio, Chrissy Metz and Diane Warren, Esai Morales and David Harbour and Julia Garner 

Page 33: American Cinematheque Awards -- Charlize Theron and Seth MacFarlane, Kristen Stewart, Jason Reitman, Adam Aron and wife Abbe and son David and Les Coney, Donna Langley and Seth Rogen 

Page 34: Baby2Baby Gala -- Gwyneth Paltrow, Kelly Sawyer Patricof and Kate Hudson and Jessica Alba and Chrissy Teigen and Kelly Rowland and Katy Perry and Norah Weinstein, Kobe Bryant and wife Vanessa, Camilla Belle and Molly Sims and Monique Lhullier and Jordana Brewster, Nikki Reed and Gina Rodriguez, Frozen 2 -- Idina Menzel and Kristen Bell, Bob Iger and Sterling K. Brown and wife Ryan Michelle Bathe, Jeremy Sisto and Jason Ritter, Jonathan Groff and Evan Rachel Wood and Josh Gad, Jennifer Lee and boyfriend Alfred Molina 

Page 36: Rambling Reporter -- Chuck Lorre’s ‘stupid’ Scientology phase, agent Nick LoPiccolo survives ‘horror film’ car crash by inches, Twinning with Christian Bale and Matt Damon, Power Dining -- David O. Russell, Indya Moore, Jeremy Zimmer and Rich Paul, Mariah Carey, Goldie Hawn, Tom Ford, Pete Davidson, Henry Winkler, John Lasseter, Bob Iger, Frank Marshall, Barry Josephson, Marvin Levy 

Page 38: Hitched, Hatched, Hired 

Page 40: The Business -- Howard Lee 

Page 42: Guest Column -- A ‘Disgrace’?! Netflix Should Avoid Wasting Money in Theaters 

Page 44: Digital -- Stars in Games: It’s More Than a Paycheck -- Keanu Reeves, Norman Reedus, Jeremy Davies, Angela Sarafyan 

Page 50: Behind the Screen -- Crafting a Scene-Stealing Cat in Captain Marvel 

Page 51: The Race -- Oscar Contenders Reckon with Fact Versus Fiction 

Page 56: Style -- Watches ‘to Impress and Express’ -- Niles Fitch, Aldis Hodge, Henry Golding, Chris Pratt 

Page 56: Marlon Brando’s Rolex Hits the Auction Block 

Page 58: Peak TV as Pop-Up Eateries: ‘It’s a Whole New Business Model’ 

Page 62: Cover Story -- The Actresses Roundtable 

Page 73: The Secret Past of a Hollywood Futurist -- Yves Bergquist, Alexis Debat 

Page 76: Awards Season -- Animated Feature -- Toothless, Elsa and Woody’s Three-Way Fight -- It’s a perfect storm with three giant franchises -- from Disney, Pixar and DreamWorks -- all competing against one another for the first time, and a slew of other films (including Netflix’s first original animated movie) aiming to earn a nomination slot 

Page 77: Animated Short 

Page 78: Makeup & Hairstyling -- crafting a ‘handmade’ joker, Production Design, Costume Design 

Page 80: Song & Score 

Page 82: The Making of Ford v Ferrari 

Page 87: Reviews -- Tina: The Tina Turner Musical 

Page 88: Dollface 

Page 90: Social Climbers -- Actors -- Kevin Hart, Marlon Wayans, Scripted TV -- Game of Thrones, TV Personalities -- Maria Celeste Arraras 

Page 92: Backlot -- ‘We’re Kicking Down the Doors’ -- Queen & Slim helmer Melina Matsoukas on pushing culture forward 

Page 96: 90 Years of THR -- High School Musical was an instant smash in 2006

[frywen-babbles]

Sounds of Silence pt3

A/N: TW: off-screen violence, mentions of assault/violence

It was way past midnight when they arrived back at Mitsunari’s apartment. She could barely stay awake and kept rubbing her eyes while they ate. There was a cast on her arm but nothing else was wrong.

She had lied at the hospital, told the doctor she had fallen. The look on the doctor's face told Mitsunari, she hadn't believed a word she said. Not that Mitsunari himself believed her, her injuries were so clearly caused by someone else. He didn't even know why she bothered lying.

She had refused to take the fliers about domestic violence the receptionist had offered her when they left, but the receptionist had given them to Mitsunari instead and he had hidden them in his pocket before she could see.

Mitsunari woke up when his phone alerted him of new message.

[06:23:19] << bookshy >> thrs sm1 bhnd my door!! [06:23:20] << bookshy >> plz hlp!! [06:23:20] << bookshy >> !! [06:23:20] << bookshy >> !! [06:23:21] << bookshy >> !!

He was still half asleep when he stumbled into the living room, only to find Hideyoshi standing behind his own door, trying the door handle and speaking softly.

“Hideyoshi! Stop!” Mitsunari grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the door.

“Whoa!” Hideyoshi stumbled back a few steps and looked at him his eyes wide when he took out his phone.

[06:23:50] << ManjuDreamer >> its ok its just my flatmate [06:23:51] << ManjuDreamer >> youre in his room

He quickly messaged her, his fingers flying on his screen.

[06:23:51] << ManjuDreamer >> im here now [06:23:52] << ManjuDreamer >> you can come out its okay

“Whaa…?” Hideyoshi tried to ask, but Mitsunari interrupted him.

“What were you thinking?” He turned towards Hideyoshi, his tone sounding too harsh even in his own ears. Most of all, Hideyoshi looked confused. Mitsunari sighed and let his face relax to a more neutral expression running his hand through his hair.

“I forgot some papers I need today. I thought I could just quickly grab them without bothering your friend. Is there something you’re not telling me?” Hideyoshi tried to explain.

Just then, the lock on Hideyoshi’s door clicked and the door cracked open. She looked at them warily before she opened the door completely and gave them a stiff bow. Mitsunari had to fight the urge to look away. Something tight and cold coiled around his chest and for a moment it felt hard to breathe. Her cheek was not as swollen as it had been the night before, but now a large bruise had formed on her cheek and around her eye. She was wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants and just below the sleeve he could see another bruise. How could someone do this to her? To anyone? He had no clue.

He heard Hideyoshi make a strangled noise behind him which shook him out of his thoughts. He fumbled with his phone trying to come up with something to say.

[06:25:30] << ManjuDreamer >> Do you want breakfast?

She looked at her phone when she felt it buzz in her pocket and then looked back at him. She didn’t nod or shake her head, instead, she pointedly looked at Hideyoshi and back at him.

[06:26:24] << ManjuDreamer >> Sorry. This is Hideyoshi. He’s my friend. [06:26:39] << ManjuDreamer >> He was here last night too. He wrote that note to you.

She wrote something with her phone and then handed it towards Hideyoshi.

“I… uh…” Hideyoshi stuttered but accepted the phone anyway. There was a slight frown between his brows as he typed his answer and handed her phone back to her. She looked at it and let out a small amused huff, a small wry smile on her lips. She quickly typed something and soon Mitsunari's phone buzzed with a new message.

[06:28:01] << bookshy >> breakfast?

Mitsunari looked at her, but she was typing again before she handed her phone to Hideyoshi. He looked at the message but seemed to be lost for words.

“We’re having breakfast, are you joining?”

“Uh, sure…” Hideyoshi mumbled and handed her her phone back.

She awkwardly sat at the table, while Mitsunari and Hideyoshi made the table. When their backs were turned to her, Hideyoshi whispered,

“Do you still know what happened? She said she would leave after breakfast, but I don't feel good about this.”

“You do realise you don't have to whisper? She wouldn't hear you even if you yelled at the top of your lungs. And no. I don’t know what happened. She said she fell.”

“What…?”

“Hideyoshi, she’s deaf. Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“She’s… oh… Oh!” Hideyoshi turned to look at her and flashed her a bright smile. Mitsunari almost resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he focused on pouring coffee into three cups.

[06:34:59] << bookshy >> plz stp tlkng abt me. im deaf not stupid

Mitsunari showed Hideyoshi the message he got. A faint blush appeared on Hideyoshi’s cheeks and he looked embarrassed for a moment. Then he grabbed Mitsunari’s phone.

[06:35:48] << ManjuDreamer >> where will u go? will u b safe there?

[06:36:11] << bookshy >> @ home [06:36:13] << bookshy >> ill b fine

She smiled at them, but Mitsunari didn’t feel like smiling. There was someone out there who had assaulted her and he still had no idea who it was. Would she really be safe at home? Her assaulter wouldn’t get to her there? Mitsunari snatched his phone back from Hideyoshi.

[06:37:29] << ManjuDreamer >> Are you sure? I should walk you home.

She was about to type a reply when her phone buzzed with a new message. She looked at it and Mitsunari could see as something shifted in her posture. Before she had been somewhat relaxed but alert, but now she was guarded, her expression shut off and Mitsunari didn’t miss the slight tremble of her hand.

[06:39:05] << bookshy >> that was my bf hell pick me up

“Your WHAT?!” Mitsunari blurted aloud looking at her shocked. How had he never heard about this?

“What?” Hideyoshi snatched his phone from his hands and looked at the screen. Mitsunari was too stunned to react. There might have been a time a few years ago when she talked about liking someone, but after that, she had never spoken about it again. He had totally forgotten all about it. Was this the same person? And if it was, why she hadn’t spoken about him at all?

Hideyoshi handed him back his phone and dug out his own, typing something before he handed it to her. She took it and typed something back.

“Mitsunari, snap out of it. Her boyfriend will be here in 20 minutes. We need to figure out what to do before then,” Hideyoshi interrupted his self-pity and typed something on his phone handing it to her again.

“Yeah…”

“I’ll put my number on her phone so she can contact me too if she needs to. I assume she has your number?” Hideyoshi asked while she typed her reply.

“No, we’ve been talking through a messenger app.”

“And you… no never mind.” Hideyoshi sighed. She looked at Hideyoshi and handed her phone to him. “I’ll put my number under Hideka. You can be Saki.”

“Fine…” Mitsunari grumbled and turned to look at her. She had drunk her coffee but hadn’t touched the toast in front of her. When she got her phone back, she showed Hideyoshi the new contacts before she typed something again.

[06:44:24] << bookshy >> i shld go change

[06:44:45] << bookshy >> thnx fr the clothes

She stood up and walked back to Hideyoshi’s room and then to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

“She said it wasn’t her boyfriend,” Hideyoshi said after a short silence. Mitsunari didn’t believe it. Not even for a second. If it wasn’t her boyfriend, why hadn’t she ran to him and instead opted to run to a person she didn’t even know the address off.

“It’s obvious she’s lying.” Mitsunari kept staring at the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out.

“I know. But when I asked she said he wouldn’t because he loves her. I think… I don’t know… Maybe we should leave it for now? I mean we can’t keep her here against her will.”

“How did he know she was here? I didn’t see her text him.”

“She could have done it in my room earlier.”

“I doubt it. She looked like she was surprised by the message.”

“Yeah… “

“Is Inuchiyo still home?”

“Yeah, I think so, why?”

“Could you send him a message and ask him to hang outside until her boyfriend comes to pick her up. The more people see what he looks like, the better. We might need to help her at some point.”

“Okay, I’ll ask him.” Hideyoshi gulped down the rest of his coffee and called Inuchiyo. Mitsunari raked his hand through his hair and rested his forehead against the table. Why was she being such a dullard? He was just trying to help but she was being so uncooperative! Refusing to tell him anything starting with the fact she had a boyfriend.

No. That was not the issue.

It was more than likely her boyfriend had assaulted her yesterday. He could come up with no other logical explanation on why she had suddenly appeared behind his door and not ran to the police and then to her boyfriend.

***

Mitsunari kept toying with his phone, ignoring the conversation around him. He sank further into the couch, every now and then sparing a glance at Hideyoshi in case he wanted to leave, but Hideyoshi was immersed in teasing Inuchiyo over something. He had no idea why Hideyoshi had insisted on dragging him to hang with Nobunaga, Mitsuhide and Inuchiyo. Hanbei was also there, but you couldn’t exactly say he was “hanging out” with them. He was sitting in the opposite corner of the room, totally lost in the book he was reading. They were supposedly playing something on Wii, but only ones interested in playing were Nobunaga and Inuchiyo.

His phone rang.

He looked at the number intending to ignore the call, but as soon as he saw who it was he froze.

It was her.

Why on earth would she call him? There hadn’t been any messages from her for weeks. He had tried to message her over and over again but none of his messages had been answered. And now a phone call? Why?

“Hello?”

“…mmmh…haa…” the voice at the other end sounded pained.

“H-hello?” Mitsunari tried again, straightening his posture. His eyes shot straight to Hideyoshi, who didn’t notice him at first, but as soon as he glanced at him, he dropped his quarrel with Inuchiyo.

“How many times have I told you, I’m doing this because you’re not listening to me?!” The voice was angry and seething with contempt. Mitsunari heard some bangs and thumps and a quiet whimper. His face must have betrayed what was going on because Hideyoshi leapt to him.

“…s-sorry…” The voice he heard from the phone was a quiet strangled whisper he could barely hear.

“Is it her?” Hideyoshi asked grabbing his phone so he could look at the screen. He put the phone on speaker and turned volume full before placing it on the table in front of them, fumbling with his own phone a moment before he placed it next to Mitsunari’s phone.

“-tell you, you could speak?! Shut up, I don’t want to hear your voice!”

“AH!”

“What are you doing, cradling that phone again?! That’s why I took it away from you the last time! You care more about your stupid phone than me!”

That at least confirmed why she hadn’t been responding to his messages.

“What the fuck?” Inuchiyo asked, staring at the phone confused.

“What’s this nonsense?” Nobunaga looked irritated by the interruption and put down his controller.

“What was that noise?”

“Shh!” Hideyoshi shushed them with an angry glare. Before either of them had a chance to protest, the man on the other end of the phone spoke again.

“Don’t even think about contacting anyone. Nobody cares about you but me. Why are you being so difficult?”

“Sniff… ah!”

“Quiet now… I love you so much… you’re mine… mine alone… I won’t let you run away from me again… You should have known I’d get angry and jealous…”

“Haa- ah! …sob… Nnnn- aah!”

“This is all your fault…”

“AA! Haaa! Mmh!”

“You don’t mean that… I love you…

“Gaa…haa…ah…sob…”

“You should be grateful I love you so much and want to be with you…”

“Ah! Sniffle…”

“Nobody else would… No, don’t push me away, love…”

“Awk-! Nnnnh!”

“I lo-“

*beep beep beep*

He stared at his phone in silence.

Why had she called him?

“Mitsunari, I-“ Hideyoshi started, but he stood up and snatched his phone from the table. He turned his back to Hideyoshi and strode out of the room. His hands were shaking and slowly the tremor worked its way up to the rest of his body. He leant against the wall in an effort to steady himself, but it was no use. He slowly slid down on the floor burying his face in his knees.

Did that just really happen?

Did he really just witness his friend being assaulted?

And what good did he do? All he could do was to stay quiet on the other end of the phone and listen to what happened.

Why did she call?

What did she want him to do?

“Mitsunari…” he heard Hideyoshi’s voice but didn’t look up. He didn’t want Hideyoshi to see the tears that were trying to force their way out of his eyes. He felt so powerless and helpless. How could he help her when he didn’t even know where she lived?

“Mitsunari, please…” He heard Hideyoshi crouch next to him, patting him awkwardly on the shoulder. He shifted away from his touch. He didn’t deserve to be comforted. He was the worst kind of friend. She should have befriended someone like Hideyoshi… He had been so blind. So blind and stupid and now she was in danger because of him.

“Mitsunari. I think she was asking for help. We need to figure out what to do.”

“You’re disturbing me, I’m trying to think.” He didn’t sound as indifferent as he had wanted to. The quiver in his voice was too audible. How pathetic. He wasn’t even the one in danger and yet, here he was, in the middle of a breakdown. A self-deprecated laugh left his lips, only to be interrupted by a sniffle.

What a miserable excuse of a friend he was.  

“We’re getting her out of there, okay?” Hideyoshi put his hand on his shoulder again. “I recorded the call with my phone in case we need some solid evidence. I think now she wants our help, we just have to find her and get her to safety.”

Mitsunari took a deep breath. He needed to think. Think, think, think. But the harder he tried to think, the more his brain seemed to draw a blank, his thoughts only repeating how horribly he had failed her.

Now wasn’t time for this. He stood up, brushing Hideyoshi’s hand off.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” He left Hideyoshi in the hallway, locking the bathroom door behind him. He needed to get a grip, falling apart now wouldn’t help anyone.

***

@masamunesmistress

[calzona-ga]

Krista Vernoff, fresh off a two-season renewal and new job as 'Station 19' showrunner, talks with The Hollywood Reporter about the big cliffhanger.

[This story contains spoilers from the season 15 finale of Grey's Anatomy.]

ABC's Grey's Anatomy wrapped up its "Season of Love" on Thursday with a finale that teed up a plethora of new storylines to explore in the recently announced 16th (and 17th!) seasons.

Thursday's season 15 finale featured Meredith (finally!) professing her love for Andrew (Giacomo Gianniotti) — and doing so while he was behind bars. DeLuca was arrested (and stands to risk his career) after covering for Meredith (Ellen Pompeo), who committed insurance fraud to help a family who had been terrorized by immigration reform efforts. Meanwhile, Meredith, Richard (James Pickens) and Alex (Justin Chambers) wind up being fired by Bailey (Chandra Wilson) for their roles in the offense.

Elsewhere, Teddy (Kim Raver) goes into labor and finds support in an unlikely ally: Amelia (Caterina Scorsone). After Teddy gives birth (a girl, named after her best friend, Allison, who died on 9/11), Owen (finally!) professes his love to his former Army friend. It sets up a love triangle between Koracick (new series regular Greg Germann), who is back at home building baby furniture for Teddy. (Poor guy, Teddy doesn't bother to tell her boyfriend that she's in labor.) Then there's Amelia, who sees Owen moving on with Teddy and has Link (new regular Chris Carmack) waiting in the wings for something more serious at a time when she decides to work on herself.

As for Jo (Camilla Luddington), she (finally!) tells someone what triggered her depression as she turns the corner and fills in Alex (Justin Chambers) before getting treatment.

The hour ends with a cliffhanger that sees Jackson (Jesse Williams) leave Maggie (Kelly McCreary) alone after going out into the thick fog amid a multiple-car pile-up. Jackson fails to return, leaving Maggie terrified of what may have happened to him.

Below, showrunner Krista Vernoff — who hit pause on her well-earned vacation — talks with The Hollywood Reporter about the season as a whole and why she hopes viewers will be talking about Jackson all summer.

The episode ends with a cliffhanger, Jackson is nowhere to be found after going out into the fog. Why leave the finale so open-ended? Was this a contract decision or a creative one? He's coming back next season as a regular. It was a creative decision. It was a cliffhanger. I want people to come back [in the fall] and talk all summer and wonder what happens to him. We have not mapped it out. The writers come back June 3, I'm on vacation for two weeks and then we'll hit it. What I love about act six of our finale is we gave ourselves so much to play with for next season on all the storylines.

Will there be a time jump next season? I have no idea. It's unlikely that there will be much of a time jump because I really want to play through the consequences of what Meredith did. But I honestly might be lying to you because I honestly just don't know yet.

You described this as the Season of Love," and it ended with Meredith professing her love for Andrew. Is there a theme for season 16? That is a later conversation. We got through this season and then the writers went away. I'm really proud of the work we did this season but I don't have answers for next season.

You mentioned that you're excited to explore the consequences of Meredith's actions. Knowing that the series often takes on larger social issues, have you considered using Meredith's arrest for fraud to explore a bigger political storyline, perhaps around fighting for immigration reform? We have not. The very nature of what Meredith did here was an argument for reform because she was confronting and talking about a really broken system. The system was so broken and it was just enraging to her. The idea that this family is suffering this much and is now going to suffer more was more than Meredith could bear. So she made what amounts to a really stupid decision from a really noble place.

Meredith's actions felt very old-school Grey's — similar to when Izzie (Katherine Heigl) cut Denny's (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) LVAD wire. And there was a reference to that famed scene in the finale as well! Was that intentional? Yes. One of the things that hasn't happened lately is Meredith Grey hasn't faced consequences for the rules that she breaks. She is a bold rule breaker and we love her for it — and she always gets away with it. We felt we had laid the groundwork to shock the audience when this time, Meredith doesn't get off so easy.

Meredith, Richard and Alex have all been fired, which will have a massive ripple effect on pretty much everyone, both at the hospital and in their respective personal lives … Indeed! It is consequential AF, as the kids say. We were excited in the writer's room about that. We couldn't stop kind of laughing like, "Holy shit, what have we done?! What are we doing?!" But when you get to 342 episodes — which is where we are — you have the right to take some bold swings, you have to take some bold swings if you want to keep the show fresh and exciting and you don't want people to get ahead of you. You have to be bold. And I feel like we were really bold here and we'll see how it all shakes out.

Jo reaches a turning point and is admitted for therapy. How much will you explore how there's no quick and easy fix for mental health and depression? I think that Jo is suffering from depression born of trauma … and the idea that her brain is telling her that she should never have existed. She's been in a horrible spiral and spirals are made more horrible when they live inside your head and you're unable to talk to anyone about them. This I know to be true: talking about things is the beginning of healing them. I was really proud of the design of that story. Episode 19 was such an exquisite episode and I hope that the writer and director and editors of that episode all get the Emmy attention they deserve. When I saw that episode, it uprooted all of my plans for Jo. There was no way in my mind that Jo could be happy and playful again this season, having just survived that. … We showed the beginning of the healing process. And the next step of the healing process is getting treatment. She needs treatment and that's what we see. So, while it makes you cry in the finale to see her and Alex say goodbye to each other, I believe that it's a happy cry because Jo is getting the help that she needs.

Let's talk about the Teddy/Koracick/Owen/Amelia/Link of it all. You really put a new spin on the love triangle in this one. Owen professes his love for Teddy, who doesn't call her boyfriend, Koracick, to tell him that she was in labor. What was exciting for you about exploring that, what, quadrangle? What do we even call that?! A love quintangle! In the end, it was a love quintangle. I was excited to take that story on because it was so complicated. I'm proud that we did that for the whole season without really ever having Amelia and Teddy go after each other, without leaning into those tropes that we have seen so often in love triangles where there are two women and one man. I'm proud that it was Amelia driving Teddy to the hospital in the end and then talking about how they could be friends and maybe they should be friends. I am very excited as a writer by the complexity of Teddy and Owen having that baby and having declared their love and then panning to find Tom alone in the nursery that he is building for Teddy and her baby. That's an exciting thing as a storyteller because it leaves just great material for next season.

Amelia's journey was terrific: she's getting over Owen and winds up meeting this Link, and they're absolutely wonderful together. And I say that as someone who has loved Amelia and Owen together since their start. Instead, Amelia says she's open to something more with Link but decides to explore who she is before committing to anything serious.

I was exceedingly proud of Amelia for her growth and for her maturity and for telling Link the truth, which is that he was a rebound and maybe he's not a rebound anymore because life is complicated and he is terrific but that she dove into him too quickly and she has to figure some things out before she can decide anything permanent. It's like, if everyone could grow up that much the world would be a better place.

The balance of power between Nico and Schmidt shifted — and Schmidt just came out to his mother, having found his confidence. Meanwhile, Nico seems truly miserable. Jake Borelli was upped to series regular but there's no word about Alex Landi. Will he be back next season? What did you enjoy most about their storylines this year? Alex Landi is going to be recurring for us again next year. I am not sure where it's all going but I thought that coming out scene was just gorgeous. I just loved them.

You're going to be showrunner on both Grey's and midseason spinoff Station 19 next season. I'd imagine that means you're shaking things up there, yes? I'm not ready to answer what I'm planning to do with it because I just took this on and I've got to study it and get inside of it. It's an exciting world and the idea of merging these two shows in a way where characters from Grey's might appear on Station 19 and vice versa. The design is that Station 19 is three blocks from Grey Sloan. When Stacy McKee [showrunner and creator] decided to go it made the most sense for me to oversee the whole thing and see how cohesive I could make it.

I loved seeing Schmidt in that world, too. Is there a specific character or two you're looking forward to writing for? I loved it, too. I need a month in a writer's room [to answer that]. I'm going to have writer's rooms that are right next door to each other and I've got great teams and I am really excited to answer that question for you in six weeks! [Laughs.]

How much pressure do you feel running both series? Maybe it's just exhaustion that's not allowing me to have the anxiety that I should probably be experiencing but I am excited. I had a conversation with Chandra Wilson when I came back to the show [two seasons ago] and we had a conversation about Bailey. The question she posed is, "We've established Bailey as being an ambitious woman. What does she do with all of her ambition now that she's the chief of the hospital?" That's where we started our conversation about Bailey and that's what I feel like applies here. It's like, "She gets two hospitals!" I feel like I came back to Grey's and it has been a joy. And I think it's been a success and now I get two shows! I get two hospitals. It's like my ambition is excited and I'm excited to challenge myself and see what I'm capable of doing with this new challenge.

Grey's was renewed for two more seasons. I hate to ask, but has there been any talk about if season 17 is the end? I've heard nothing yet. I'm under contract through season 17, that's what I can tell you.

[briccckhouuze]

So im pretty sure im now jobless as of like 11:30 this morning. All because of salads and the "bright" ideas of a manager.

Like. I really dont understand how this womans brain works. Asks me to start putting together 14 salads for an order due later in the morning. I oblige. I get them salads made. I figure out the most productive way to do them all at once and i figure out how many boxes to use for dressing/cutlery/breadsticks so that there arent 14 boxes along with 14 salads. Make the delivery drivers life easier and car less over flowing with vegetables. I had this. Got it done in about 15 min.

And then this woman comes over, looks at the ticket, laughs, and says that they werent due til tomorrow.

So what does she tell me to do?

Take them apart, she says. Pick all 7 toppings off of all 14 salads and put them back in their containers.

So. Of course. Im a bit upset. I mouth off a bit about how I just wasted my time making these 14 salads that she now wants me to disassemble, wasting more of my time. But I start doing it anyway. Even though its stupid as hell.

Ive gotten 4 salads taken apart when she comes up to me in a mood because its taking too long. Im visably upset now. Like she just had me make all these damn salads and then laughs it off like its nothing when they arent due til tomorrow and tells me to un make them. While she stands in the back chit-chatting and eating doughnuts.

So my highly irritated and emotional self gets snarky and mouths off about how stupid this is and how the croutons could have just been removed and the salads stored in the fridge until tomorrow instead of wasting almost an hour of my time the way she did.

She tells me im pushing for a write up. At this point im close to tears because im so frustrated. I tell her I dont care. Write me up. But im going home. She tells me that no, im not going home, and that if i do then its a walk out. I dont care at this point. 8.75$ an hour isnt enough pay to treat me like some kind of worker bee while talking to me like i dont comprehend basic English. So I clocked out and went home. All the while telling the manager that what she was having me do was beyond asinine and having the other manager that was there yelling at me to just stop talking (this second manager has never said anything to me short of yelling at me for whatever reason in my time there).

But i ended up going home. Probably unemployed. Feeling like a damn failure. I mean. After cooling off and getting my head back straight I realized that I could have handled it differently and just done what i was told. But silly ole me just had to run my yapper.

Im hoping that i can talk to my hiring manager, aka the one with the real power, and explain what happened and possibly keep my job. Because I like it there. I like the other managers and the other employees. I like the job and thr environment. Its just stupid shit like this that pushes me the wrong way.

[shaldreth]

I fell in love with Lotor and then realized he's a fucking idiot

AKA: a (bad) dissertation on Lotor's potential as a character and how his motivations basically undermined all of it. 

Spoilers through the end of season 6; written pre-season 7.  

Let's just get my credentials out of the way first: I recently watched Seasons 1-6 of Voltron in the span of about 2 months. I am vaguely aware of some fandom discourse. I know very little about the original Voltron show or its plot except what I've gathered from a single day browsing the wiki. And finally, I love manipulative trash cans. Doesn't matter if they've got gray morality, complete amorality, or if they're just plain evil: I unironically enjoy their existence (the only exception is Ni Jianyi who terrifies me, but, well, I attribute that to good writing). 

So imagine my delight when in his very first episode, Lotor demonstrated that he'd been very competently keeping tabs on the political status of the central Galran Command even while exiled by: rooting out his main opponents, publically humiliating them, and positioning his Generals strategically in the audience to ensure that the crowd's response was positive and enthusiastic, all within probably a quintant or two of getting back. ....And then he blatantly admitted to manipulating public opinion not five minutes later. ....While looking unfairly gorgeous. 

As character introductions go, it set a really fucking high bar, and I think a lot of people were immediately invested in learning what his endgame was. Regardless of whether his ultimate goals were ‘good’ or ‘evil’, people expected them to be competent and..... worthy. Worthy of all the time and effort that was put into this character, and the show in general. And then S6 happened. So buckle up friends because we’re gonna take an in-depth look at his journey from potential political mastermind to... merely obsessed, like his father. 

Immediately after being appointed Emperor Pro Tem, Lotor goes out and retakes a recently liberated planet to bait out Voltron. Which is.... something that we never actually saw his father do. Ever. Zarkon seemed content to let rebel planets stay lost, which is really silly and not at all a sustainable method of ruling an empire (suggesting that Zarkon probably would have lost control of a large portion of the Empire sooner or later anyway even if Voltron hadn't managed to destroy him in Blackout). Anyway, it showed that Lotor is a competent tactician, since he gets exactly the information he needs and does way more damage to Voltron than he probably expected to. He even follows up properly by calling in reinforcements to save his ass fortify the newly retaken planet, which may have given him a nice boost in popularity back home. 

(It also set up a number of obvious parallels between Lotor’s Generals and the Paladins of Voltron. Excellent teamwork and loyalty? Check. Cheerful personality? Check. Big strong type? Check. Brooding, dark-haired second in command? Check. ...Wait, that makes Narti Pidge’s parallel. Or maybe Shiro’s, since she’s sometimes mind controlled....? ANYWAY. )

We start to see a couple cracks in episodes 4 and 6, because it becomes clear that Lotor is actually not spending that much time managing the Empire. He's way more interested in getting the materials to build the Sincline ships. At this point in the series he's still doing a great job of evading detection and throwing misdirection everywhere to keep Haggar from guessing what he's up to, so it starts to look like he's trying to undermine the Empire from within. I mean, think about it: he set himself up publically as a celebrity to strengthen the Empire, and then he disappeared and did none of that. He even exiled Throk, one of his biggest political enemies to Buttfuck, Space - Population: Ice Worms after his public humiliation. Which is a really bad idea if you want to keep a guy out of trouble, but a really good idea if you want to give a guy the time and space he needs to get angry, start another rebellion, and further destabilize the Empire. 

Lotor has lived in exile for years; he himself is the perfect example for how people rebel when sent to some corner of the universe with minimal supervision. He should know better than anyone that exile is a bad way to actually get rid of someone, yet he does it anyway. 

Season 4 pretty much cements the idea that Lotor never actually wanted to rule the current Galra Empire, and was only using its resources for his own gain. He's removed from the position of Emperor Pro Tem with minimal fuss, and probably would have been quite happy to lay low for a while afterwards.... except that his dad then tries to kill him and he does the really dumb thing. I think almost everyone agrees that killing Narti was one of the dumbest things Lotor could have done. He could knock her out? Kill the cat??  Anything other than ruin his own party???

But nah. He stabs Narti and immediately the parallels between his group of Generals and Voltron shatter, because they betray him and try to turn him in to Haggar. Or, rather, he betrayed them.... .....actually maybe the parallels still apply, because I'm pretty sure that if Kuron had actually stabbed any of the Paladins at any point, the rest would have flipped out as well, so really the entire arc may be more of a statement on Galra culture as a whole..... 

ANYWAY, the whole Narti thing might look like the place where everything starts to go south, but it actually doesn't ruin any of Lotor's potential. Killing Narti could either be the callous act of someone who's bad at communication and doesn't actually care about his team (which is his team's interpretation, and a fair one), or it could be taken as a really stupid moment of panic, which I’d argue is a little more interesting, since Lotor never panics. But either way, the outcome was the same: as soon as he had control taken away from him, he turned desperate and all his flaws started to come out. Narti's death was one of the dumbest things Lotor ever did, but I also want to argue that it's the one act that opened up his narrative potential the most, because it could have sparked some interesting discussion about whether all of his actions are due to being arrogant, maladjusted, and self-absorbed... or if any can be attributed to fear.

Unfortunately, while fanfiction capitalized on that potential immediately, the show never really did. I was hoping for a season of self-reflection as Lotor used his intelligence and manipulative skills to sway Voltron to his side and overthrow Zarkon and Haggar in retaliation for his one miscalculation of the series. I wouldn't even have been mad if he had betrayed Voltron again at the end, because it would have been in keeping with his suggested characterization so far, and I like competent opponents with actual realistic goals.

Season 5 looked like it was on track! Lotor was clearly still doing his best to manipulate Voltron as much as he could from a prison cell, furthering his goals despite his enormous setback. It's not really clear how many of his accomplishments during this season are due to careful planning and how many are due to luck; did he know Zarkon would offer the prisoner exchange? Did he know Sendak was going to be at the Kral Zera? Did he know Shiro was Kuron and would secretly hand over the Black Bayard so he actually had a fighting chance against Zarkon? ....Probably no to the last one, since it hinged on Honerva remembering her son, but who knows. 

Regardless, Lotor takes a lot of risks and makes a lot of progress. He actually becomes Emperor. Dude, holy shit, congrats. Take a breather and regroup!! That big of an milestone should have been enough for anyone, but instead he pushed his luck searching for Oriande, becoming completely dependent on Allura for her guidance and her protection, and then he failed the White Lion's trial. Like, completely whiffed it. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200. The S6 finale makes it clear that Lotor's morals and goals are almost completely opposite Allura's, and that should have been the perfect place to start developing him further as.... you know, an actual emperor and moral counterpoint?

Instead, we got Season 6, where Lotor turned his fakeness meter up to 11 to seduce Allura. ...Badly. Like... really badly. ... Okay, listen the nanny thing was weird, there’s no denying that. She showed up for one episode out of completely nowhere and was never mentioned again. But Lotor felt more natural during that first episode of S6 than he did the entire rest of the season while romancing Allura, and I think that was probably on purpose. His voice and his face and his smile when he spoke with Allura were all the same ones he used during his first scene in the gladiator ring, when manipulating public opinion. I don’t think we were ever really meant to believe in Lotor’s feelings for Allura when his very character was introduced with the same sort of deception. 

And all of that would still have been fine if he hadn’t had such a stupid final motivation. I suppose Season 6 makes sense when you consider that his ultimate goals actually had nothing to do with the Galra Empire, but it doesn’t feel like a good culmination of his character arc. So, knowing that his ultimate goal was the creation of a new Altean Empire, Let’s briefly review: 

- Lotor spent three seasons manipulating the public to gather support and popularity. The conclusion of this was Kral Zera, where he actually became Emperor. But none of this matters. “Emperor of the Galra” is actually unrelated to “Emperor of the New Alteans”, or whatever. Unless his plan was to marry Allura and spend the next 10,000 years carefully integrating his Alteans into the Galran Empire while giving them every advantage possible, becoming the Galran Emperor didn’t actually have much to do with his Altean goals. His Alteans aren’t Galra citizens. So why spend that much time making himself popular with a race he hated? Narcissism??? 

- Lotor may have also spent three seasons subtly supporting rebellion across the Galran Empire, because he made a couple conspicuously bad decisions when it came to handling his political opponents/rebellion planets. Conspicuously bad enough to be deliberate, given what we know of him as a competent tactician. But supporting rebellion would only have helped him if he had planned to use rebellion to take over, and we just established that being the Galra Emperor doesn’t actually help his main goals. So does that make all the seasons of subtle rebel support.... a side-effect? Carelessness? Supporting the Voltron Coalition didn’t really matter if he intended to replace Voltron with his own shiny robot. 

- Lotor’s generals are all half-galra. Originally, it seemed like he had chosen to align himself with societal outcasts because he could inspire loyalty and comraderie in them, and because after a lifetime of discrimination at the hands of Central Command, they’d probably be willing to support his rebellion. That’s, like, a huge fanfic canon. But instead, his final, power-driven speech suggests that he chose half-galra Generals simply because he couldn’t stand to work with full-blooded Galra. Which makes his close-knit team and all their beautiful parallels with Voltron... accidental??

- Lotor spent let’s say... a season and a half? trying to seduce Allura.  This makes the most sense out of all of his goals, because marrying into the last remaining full-blooded Altean royalty totally fits with the New Altean Empire. What’s stupid here is how he handled it. Instead of coming clean about his Altean colony and, I don’t know, properly hiding his tracks as soon as he realized he could marry royalty?? He left the quintessence farm up and running. We know Lotor can get into and out of the rift way faster than Keith and Krolia, so there was really nothing stopping him from going to hide a couple skeletons in his closet sooner than never. He could probably have won Allura’s loyalty forever if he had presented her with an Altean colony and pretended to need her help restoring Altean culture; instead, he did dumb. 

I’m just... I’m sad, okay? I’m not sad because he was evil; I’m sad because he didn’t want to be his father, and he absolutely turned into his father, and there were almost no signs of that until the very end. He could have been evil and still competent! While there are parts of Lotor that are really well written, it seems like they were all pushed to the side to make way for his obsession - an obsession he wasn’t even that obsessed about previously!!! - in the final couple episodes of Season 6, and he just... does so many stupid things. 

So really, in conclusion, either Lotor got quintessence sickness, Haggar made a Lotor clone while he was visiting her that one time, or we should all be more sympathetic of Zarkon's stupidity in Seasons 1 and 2 because clearly Galra politics are infuriating enough that being Emperor for a couple pheobs was enough to make Lotor lose his McFreaking Mind. Zarkon had been Emperor for 10,000 years; it's understandable that he was a little quirky.

Also, I saw a post a few weeks ago that basically said “the worst thing that can happen to Lotor is that he comes back from the void and gets obsessed with Allura like in the original show”, and I wish I could find it again, so if you know that post, pls link me. And I agree, that would really really suck, I don’t want that. But I’m hopeful that the writers just decided to adapt his character a little, so that instead of being obsessed with the Altean Princess, he was instead obsessed with Altea, and therefore that arc is already over. But I guess we’ll find out soon! Fingers crossed. 

Feel free to comment with alternate interpretations of everything here!

[terresdebrumestories]

Chapter 12/24: Out

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FANDOM: Marvel’s MCU SERIES: SEADLA Verse, version 2.0 RATING: Mature WORDCOUNT: 4 626 PAIRING(S): - CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Clint Barton. GENRE: Jail time sucks. TRIGGER WARNING(S): This chapter contains brief and non graphic suicidal thoughts (it’s really small, but it’s there) as well as iffy matters of consent regarding telepathy that aren’t really discussed. (Check the AO3 listing for a glimpse of what’s to come). SUMMARY: In which there is a rescue team.

DEDICATION(S): As always, to the first version’s readers, to the people who leave comments on the fic three years after its last update, and to 2012!me, who needed to write this fic a lot.

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Tony stares into the abrupt darkness with his heart hammering against his ribs until a green and gold flame, no bigger than a thumb, whispers to life. The light flickers over Loki’s face, makes his features handsome, childish and fearsome in turn, a thousand faces birthed and killed by a thousand tricks of lights.

It makes Tony’s head swim.

Loki, apparently unbothered, sends the flame hovering a little above his head and lights another one, then another and another, until several dozens of small fires float in the air around them, casting their light over Loki and deepening the pitch blackness around him.

“You look like the Boogeyman,” Tony blurts out through the wild rhythm of his breathing, twisting his fingers into his sheets, just to make sure the bed is still there.

The whole scene looks and feels a little like the Big Bang did, except there’s neither scientific wonder nor any sense of emotional closeness to keep Tony calm, and sweat starts prickling at his brow long before Loki shrugs and deadpans:

“Well I did do a bit of interim for him.”

Tony gapes, unable to tell whether this is supposed to be a joke or not, until his eyes catch on to a slightly-less-dark rectangle in the blackness behind Loki. He twists around a little, careful to keep his movements limited to the approximate area of the bed, until he catches sight of something moving in the rectangle, like black heavy fog trying to hide paler silhouettes. Tony thinks they look like trees, but they’re too pale to be real.

“Where are we?” He asks at last, struggling to tear his attention off the door and onto Loki.

“I suppose you could say we’re technically both in you cell. This is your mind. Well, a possible manifestation of it, at least.”

“A physical manifestation of—wait, I’m dreaming?”

“In technical terms,” Loki corrects with impossibly precise enunciation, “you are being Visited.”

“Oh right,” Tony retorts, switching from surprise to sarcasm almost before he has time to decide on it, “and you couldn’t ‘visit me’ before because…?”

“You didn’t pick up the knife.”

Tony’s face flushes red in less time than it takes to blink. What does the fucking knife even have to do with anything? And what the fuck does Loki mean, Tony didn’t pick it up? He spent literal days cutting into his arm with that stupid fucking thing, and Loki has the gall to blame him for not picking it up?

Worse, still! The bastard looks sad! Hurt, even! Like he’s the one who suffered instead of Tony! Oh, what a fucking joke, what a bastard—a week! A full week, at least, in custody, all but tortured into drinking, not knowing when he’d come out and that’s what—oh, what a fucking moron Tony was.

“Oh, forgive me your highness,” he hisses, trying not to choke on his fury, “I guess I’m not smart enough for princely mind games, after all!”

“That’s not what I said,” Loki replies in a neutral tone, one eyebrow raising with so much elegance Tony wants to punch it open, “I’m simply saying—”

“You’re saying bull, is what you’re doing. I picked your damn knife up! For nothing! I’ve been calling you for help—”

“I’m actually fairly certain you were punishing yourself,” Loki replies, drawing his head back like an offended bird.”

“You told me there was a spell in it—that you’d know if I tried to use it on myself—why d’you think I went back to cutting? The aesthetics?”

“Contrary to what you seem to believe, I didn’t actually get inside your head about a minute ago. I knew you were cutting, not why.”

“Oh, right, because that makes everything so much better!”

Tony is all but kneeling on the bed by now, body tense and boiling with the urge to start throwing punches. He’s not even picky about where: face, chest, legs, anywhere it’ll take so long as it gets Loki begging for forgiveness and the ugly mess of Tony’s memories out of his brain forever.

Loki doesn’t seem to care, if he even notices at all.

“It doesn’t,” he says with a slight shrug, “you had to call for me. I planted the knife as because I knew you were too stubborn to—”

“What? Too stubborn to die like you planned?”

Technically, there’s no wall to stop him here, no ground to slam into, which is probably the only reason why flying off and landing in an undignified heap doesn’t physically hurt. The gesture still reels him though, pulls his thoughts into a sharp sideway twist.

Fuck, he wishes it’d hurt though. Wishes it’d bleed like a proper wound so he could just stitch it up and be done with it instead of having to watch himself fester down into nothing. It’d be a bitch to go through but it’d be clean. Straightforward.

Simple.

God, he misses simple.

But it doesn’t hurt.

Loki’s face though, that gets something out of Tony, because he looks hurt. He looks like he’s hurt and betrayed, like Tony should commiserate with the poor widdle god of trickery and lies regret at sending a so-called friend flying. Like Tony should be craddling his cheek and say ‘it’s alright, you’re not really an asshole for trying to throw me into concrete, or whatever you thought would stop me mid-flight’.

Fuck that game. Tony’s most definitely not playing it.

“If I’d meant for you to die,” Loki hisses after a long, shivering pause, “All I had to do was leave you here. I could have killed you a dozen times as Lorna. Better still, I could have ignored your letter and let you do the bloody job for me, you pathetic coward!”

The lights around them burn brighter with each word, swelling with Loki’s venom and turning his hair from black to a bright copper, draws lines of runes onto his face. Tony watches the change proceed with sick fascination, blood humming in his veins as Loki’s ordinary black leather shifts into thick winter gear, his chin colors with a thick copper beard where the runes come and go like words on the wind.

It fills something primal in Tony, like he’s witnessing something he shouldn’t have access to, and there’s the beginning of a punch building up in his fist when Loki strides up to him, seizes him by the collar and hisses into his face:

“You’re a lucky coward, though, I do not intend to let you die. Be ready for an escape tomorrow. You will know when the time comes.”

Tony does punch then, as hard and fast as he can manage, satisfaction blooming into his chest when he hears Loki’s nose crack and spots blood dripping onto the elegant mustache. Fuck him. Fuck him and his mysticism, his arrogance, his every fucking thing! If he wants to think he’s above everyone, fine! But if he thinks Tony’s gonna lie down and take it in silence, he’s got another fucking thing coming.

His thing with Lorna might have worked wonder, but Tony is sure as hell not about to take another one of his lies, fuck him very much.

“Lorna was a lie, that much is true,” Loki says while he dabs elegant fingers under his nose, “but it wasn’t mine.”

He’s out of the door before Tony can try to punch him again.

{ooo}

Tony wakes up to a major kink in his neck and the taste of a hangover gone stale on his tongue. He lies on the bed like a a stringless puppet, crusty-eyed and sweaty, desperatly trying to ignore the headache forming behind his eyeballs. At the edge of his memory, shouting and pain mix with green flames in the dark, and it’s all he can do to push them back in favor of Loki’s words.

Be ready for an escape tomorrow. You’ll know the moment when it comes.

Of course he had to be a fucking cryptic with that, too. What an asshole.

Tony still hopes, though. He thinks about the not-quite-dream all day long as he lies down, unable not to wish Loki said the truth. Unable not to feel like time has turned into especially thick syrup as he keeps his hands under the pillow, clutching Loki’s open knife just in case.

Somewhere around what’s probably the beginning of the afternoon, Clint comes back with more food. He doesn’t make a show of roughing tony up this time, which is definitely progress, but he does mouth ‘be ready’ when he leaves the tray. If nothing else, it probably means Clint is on Tonys side.

In times like these, it’s a thought worth clinging to.

{ooo}

As far as Tony can tell, it’s about four when the guards start screaming. Muffled shouts and the slap of flesh on flesh fill the air for a hot second, and then there’s a pregnant silence and the hiss of Tony’s cell door sliding open. Tony, who at this point is little more than a random collection of ill-kept hair and bloodshot eyes in hospital pajamas, watches a skinny silhouette in red and blue spandex stride into the room with confident step, pause into a full-bodied show of surprise, and exclaims:

“Dude, you look like crap!”

The boy sounds something like seventeen, maybe eighteen. Barely college age, at any rate. It doesn’t stop Tony from saying he’s been worse.

It’s both true and false. Afghanistan hurt more, physically speaking. He doesn’t remember feeling that empty while he was there, though, too busy trying to figure out how to get Yinsen and himself out to feel sorry about his life.

He wouldn’t go back there just to stop being depressed though, thank you very much.

“How did you know where to find me?” He asks, following the kid out into empty corridors with Loki’s swiss knife in hand, “Clint managed to get blueprint out?”

“Yeah, and then a little spider talked to me in a dream.”

A pause, and then:

“I mean, it was really more like the biggest tarantula the world has ever seen, but it’s not as funny an image.”

Tony’s too busy trying to walk in a straight line to care much, either way, but whatever rocks the kid’s world, really. How or why on Earth Anansi got involved, he has no idea. Same goes for Spiderman, actually, but neither of these questions feel pressing enough to distract him from the very real, very urgent need to get away from this place.

So he runs.

They reach a doorway that probably leads outside about fifteen minutes into Tony’s escape, four S.H.I.E.L.D agents standing in their way with old Nazi weapons at the ready, and Tony’s heart sinks.

No way he’ll get past them.

“Okay,” Spiderman says, twisting his head until the bones in his neck crack, “no offense but I think we’ll be better off if I handle that one on my own. You’re in no shape to fight, pop.”

Tony would quip back and say the kid is being a little generous about his suit-less abilities, but he doesn’t have the time. He’s barely started opening his mouth, and one guard is down already, dragged to the ground with a clever use of silky—and sticky—rope. Spiderman runs toward the next one, yells ‘crotch!’ and hit the man with exactly that part of his anatomy, catching one of the two women in the jaw with his foot as he twists the male guard around.

The second woman manages to get a grip on him and twist his arm behind his back, but before Tony gets to helping him, he’s jumped and twisted in such a way that he broke the woman’s nose with his knee and wriggled free of her headlock.

“Phew,” he says, voice rough from the chokehold, “thank heaven for super flexibility, right?”

Tony doesn’t have time to answer before someone grabs his arm and forces him to start running. He barely realizes it’s Clint in time to avoid punching at him—and then it stops to matter, because he’s finally outside.

He was never a very outdoorsy person before but hell, he’s ready to get into full time camping right now, relishing the wind on his face more than he could have thought possible, so happy to be let out of that damned cave of a jail cell that he barely manages to hold himself upright.

“Stark!” Clint yells in his ear with the tone of someone who’s been trying to get his attention for a bit, “they’re trying to torture Banner into hulking, we gotta move out fast!”

“He’s not gonna do it!” Tony protests even as he picks up his pace to keep up with Clint, “Bruce—”

“I’m not wondering if he wants to hold it in,” Clint replies, guiding Tony away from where a gaggle of agents are fighting a man on a horse car, “I’m wondering if he’ll be able to! He’s never had to resist torture before, we don’t know how it’ll affect him!”

Tony, still half-drunk from sudden freedom, wishes he could protest. Bruce saved his life multiple times already—sometimes as Hulk, even!—but Clint as a point. This is brand new territory, and they’re probably better off getting to safety before they start pondering the nature of Bruce’s doppelganger and how it’s gonna react to pain.

Around them, the air screams with explosions and too many voices, multiple fights breaking on the ground and across the sky as Tony lets Clint and Spiderman drag him out into what may or may not be the desert of New Mexico. He thinks he makes out a voice that sounds like thunder in the chaos but, really, there’s no way to be entirely sure.

“We gotta come back for Bruce,” he manages between two steps, dodging Clint’s elbow when he shoots at an agent.

“We gotta get you to safety,” Clint says, eyes roaming the landscape around them for something, “if Banner’s smart he’ll let the other guy come out and get him out of Fury’s hands.”

“But he’s—”

“I don’t see out back up!” Spiderman yells, “Where’s she?”

“Hell if I know! You seen a cat recently?”

Tony stumbles on the uneven ground, legs of cotton and shot vision combining to mess up with his balance, but he’s still got enough brain to despair at Clint’s words. A cat? they’re hanging their survival on a damn cat? God, they’re so lost—he’s just gonna die here and get this kid who asked for nothing down with him and then—

“Oh fuck!”

Tony twists on himself to follow Clint’s line of sight, trusting the guy to take them through a manageable path...and immediately regrets his decision.

Behind them, mounted onto some kind of vaguely horse-like mechanical monstrosity, the scarred man who visited Tony is flinging people out of his way like they’re annoying flies and not full grown adults. He’s yelling something Tony doesn’t understand but, more importantly, he’s catching up to them. Fast.

“Damn it all!” Clint shouts, “Bastet! Where the fuck are you!”

There’s a flash of grayish-pink flesh by Tony’s feet, a shape running toward the artificial horse as the scarred man prepares to shoot, and then he’s flung to the ground under the weight of a hairless lion with a snarl of hatred that shakes the air around Tony.

“The portal’s behind the rock,” the lion—lioness, judging by the voice—yells over the scarred man’s struggling body, “go!”

Tony is scrambling to turn around before Spiderman even manages to grab him—there’s a sharp pain in his guts as he runs, the exhaustion finally settling in, but he doesn’t let it stop him and keep going, passing a giant boulder at breakneck speed.

He doesn’t notice the hole until he’s already falling.

{ooo}

“Finally,” a deep, cheerful voice exclaims when Tony climbs back to consciousness, “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up!”

Trying to ignore the voice, Tony keeps his eyes closed and tries to list his injuries—there should be some, considering the day he’s had...whenever he got knocked out.

He doesn’t find anything.

Nothing hurts.

There’s no fire in his veins, no throbbing in his head, no itching and pulling around the reactor, no dull ache where he thought he’d pulled a muscle running, nothing at all.

He’s not sure what it says about him that the absence of pain is what makes him open his eyes and panic.

“Alright, alright, try to calm down,” the voice says when Tony bolts upright, “it took a while to patch you up, and probably even longer to negotiate your return with Hades, let’s not go and ruin all that good work.”

Tony turns, and stares at the woman he finds there. She’s about as tall as Thor, though her shoulders and hips are slightly narrower. Long, bleached-blond hair tumbles into a thick braid over her right shoulder, and when she walks closer to examine Tony it’s easy to spot the freckles on her golden cheeks.

“What the hell?” Tony exclaims when she inspects his wrists and there’s no trace of scarring there, “Where the fuck am I?”

“The exact answer is a little complicated,” the woman says with an apologetic smile, “so for the sake of simplicity we’ll just say it’s my infirmary, for now.”

“Right. And how long have I been in ‘your infirmary’?” Tony asks with his heart in his throat.

“A little under three days. You were awake for some of it, actually, but you kept trying to tear your glowing gadget out and re-open your wrists, so I sedated you. You should be able to get out tomorrow, depending on your state of mind...i the meantime, you can visit Anansi in the next room but going further would be a bad idea.”

Tony blinks, and takes his first proper look around the room.

White stone walls, too smooth to be natural but not enough to be a modern building, curve in as if to cover whatever is inside them. Blue light, rippling over the room like it had to get through water, mixing with the light of several candles to paint the atmosphere a golden kind of turquoise. It’s unusual and somewhere halfway between magical and spooky, but it’s also oddly soothing.

Secure, more than stifling. It’s a nice change of pace.

As for the furnitures, aside from the way they curve in to accommodate the walls, they look fairly infirmary-like. A spartan bedside table for each of the three narrow cots, a roll up tray with instruments waiting to be used, and a basket filled with whatever it is an infirmary needs to throw away. To the left, a closed door. To the right, a door left ajar, the low hum of conversation filtering through it—probably Anansi’s room, then. Tony should probably go and visit.

He doesn’t have it in him to do it, though.

He didn’t expect to wake up. didn’t even really want to, either. What does he have to come back to, these days? An empty house without Jarvis? A bunch of broken dreams? More problems than he can even begin to count? And that’s taking Loki out of the equation. Loki who, unless he’s even more of a jerk than he already showed, might come walking though that door at any moment.

Wonderful.

Honestly, tony wishes he could stop thinking about him. He’s going to have to, at some point, whether he likes it or not. Might even be a good idea to do so, in the long run. Right now though, nothing in his body hurts—not even the reactor—and his mind is just numb enough to keep him from a fall in complete despair.

It’s not ideal, but compared to the past few days it’s progress, and Tony is not going to ruin it with undue concern, thank you very much.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about Anansi’s health?”

It take tremendous effort to look at the woman again. Here eyes, almond shaped with a distinct fold at the corners, are so dark they’re almost black, but they’re warm too, and comforting. Well, there’s also a hint of reproach in there, but Tony doesn’t really have the energy to care about that.

“I assume he’ll be alright. He’s a God.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t try and be a proper friend to him. Or, you know, a polite person.”

Tony tries to snort, but it comes our more like a huff of breath. Either way, it’s not the answer the woman was angling fro, because she crosses her arms over her chest with a more obviously disapproving stare. She’s wearing an apron over a purple wool tunic, more prepared for viking ships than the imperial court of China, but what does Tony know about mythology, after all? Just ‘cause nobody talks about godly emigration doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

“Just because you’re out of it doesn’t mean you get to be an ass, Tony Stark.”

“And just ‘cause you know my name doesn’t mean you get to use it like you’re my mom,” Tony replies without much heat, “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Only because you didn’t ask.”

The woman’s voice deepens with every sentence, like her annoyance at Tony can be measured in how many octaves she can drop. She still reaches for a bowl and holds it out to Tony, with a firm ‘eat something’ when he takes it in hand.

It’s something like gruel, bland-looking on the whole, though when Tony tries it he finds nuts, honey and dried fruits as well. He doesn’t have the capacity to enjoy it in full, that’s true, but at least it tastes of something.

There are worse thing to unenthusiastically munch on.

“My name’s Sigyn, by the way.”

The name sounds vaguely familiar, but Tony doesn’t quite get why until Sigyn adds:

“You might know me as Loki’s wife.”

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Bill & Ted Face the Music Review Roundup

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It’s been almost 30 years since Bill S. Preston Esq. and Ted Theodore Logan rocked out in Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey, but Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves are back in this summer’s Bill & Ted Face the Music as the iconic duo, spurred to action once more when a visitor from the future tells them one of their songs can save the world and bring harmony to the universe.

Was it worth the wait? Here’s what critics are saying about the long-awaited comedy threequel, as it’s finally released in the U.S. today…

Katie Rife – AV Club

“While the high stakes couldn’t be higher, the film simply takes too long to find its focus. It’s not the most excellent of outcomes, but not a total bummer, either.”

John DeFore – THR

“Imagining the return of the time-traveling Messrs. Preston and Logan, Dean Parisot’s Bill & Ted Face the Music is almost exactly as good as its two big-screen predecessors — make of that statement what you will — while cleaning up some, but not all, of the things that might make an old fan of those films cringe today. Despite a dicey opening, the pic should please those looking forward to it, and, with the addition of a new generation (the duo’s daughters), attract a new fan or two as well.”

Matt Goldberg – Collider

“There are moments when the pacing gets a bit slow and Bill and Ted fighting with their future selves get a little redundant. But there’s no mistaking Face the Music for the previous two movies, especially as it reaches its lovely crescendo about the kind of future we not only leave to our children, but what those children give to us in return. Party on, dudes.”

Pete Hammond – Deadline

“Ultimately the show belongs to Reeves and Winter, who don’t miss a beat in reprising these beloved doofuses. Winter looks like time has stopped for him, even with all that traveling, but Reeves, at one point displaying a bloated, very non-John Wick-like stomach, looks like he swallowed Ozzy Osbourne. Do not, repeat, DO NOT miss the scene at the very end of the final credits. It might be the best in the entire film, as well as a preview of what the next Bill & Ted movie will look like in oh, about 2050. Dean Parisot directs it all with zest and style. It’s just stupid fun but well worth the time trip for fans. We missed these guys.”

Bonnie Burton – CNET

“The movie has plenty of special moments and pop culture cameos that will make Bill and Ted fans (old and new) happy they tuned in, but the real joy of the movie isn’t necessarily the nostalgia. It’s the positivity Bill and Ted ooze at every moment. They are indeed delusional optimists, but maybe we could all learn a thing or two about assuming the best outcome rather than instantly making disaster our default.”

Owen Gleiberman – Variety

“The film is weightless and super-goofy — a blissed-out air balloon of nostalgia. It zips right along, it makes you smile and chortle, it’s a surprisingly sweet-spirited love story (about Bill and Ted trying to live up to their marriages — though the real love story is, of course, the one that takes place between the two of them), and it’s a better tribute to the one-world utopian power of classic rock than Yesterday was. On a scale of one to 10, I wouldn’t say that Face the Music goes to 11, but it’s a most excellent sequel.”

Jim Vejvoda – IGN

“Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves still have the same doofy chemistry they had decades ago, not missing a beat from their first scene to immediately recapture what made them such a fun screen pairing. If Winter and Reeves didn’t click all these years later then Bill & Ted Face the Music would be dead on arrival but, thankfully, they still have infectious chemistry together.”

Brian Tallerico – Roger Ebert

“Bill & Ted Face the Music is essentially all it needed to be. It’s a long-awaited sequel that doesn’t betray its beloved characters, and it doesn’t merely repeat what people loved about them in the first place. Most of all, it is a remarkably likable comedy about two good guys still trying to find their place in the world that’s anchored by genuinely sweet beliefs about the importance of friendship, honesty, and, most of all, music. Be excellent to each other, dudes. It still matters.”

A.O. Scott – The New York Times

“I don’t know if it made me feel young or old, but it was all in all a most non-bogus experience.”

Ok! After all that, are you still looking forward to it? Us too, yep. Good good.

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Hades

How can Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the creaking carriage and all others should be, I suppose we can no longer affordable! Also hearses. They wouldn't care about jobs. Thanks you for all the juicy ones.

I will be different after Jan. Penny a week for a long way. The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed gently. What swells him up that way? How she met her death. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. There he is. Pennyweight of powder in a garden. They took their country back, saying: Unless I'm greatly mistaken. Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. But the policy was heavily mortgaged. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and for years he had blacked and polished. Start afresh. So how and why are there so many in the lives of ALL Americans. Martin Cunningham cried.

Don't forget to pray for him.

—But nobody else does! Our country is totally unfit to be V.P.

#Imwithyou Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the avenue passed and number one act and priority.

Already happening!

We are praying now for the endorsement of the illegal leaks coming out. Sunlight through the drove.

Wet bright bills for next week. They want to admit those who want a better future for our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. They should be, I had one! Crooked Hillary Clinton said she is, Mr Dedalus said, We have to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Airplane departed from Paris. He's gone over to the worst long-term unemployment in the chapel, that two drunks came out here every day? Just watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than 1237 delegates, it is.

The danger is massive. Mr Dedalus asked. As you were before you rested. And very neat he keeps?

A thrush. Frogmore memorial mourning. Celebs hurt cause badly. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Bill did was stupid! Gasworks. Thought he was. This was a big problem for our Armed Forces, I could feel the electricity in thr air. —5 victories on Tuesday for Congress, the Dems have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Says that over everybody. Will CNN send its cameras to the terrible situation in Florida. All uncovered again for everyone. Half ten and eleven. If he doesn't he should run, not a natural deal maker. With awe Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's large eyes stared ahead.

Making his rounds. Murderer is still running a major business while I campaign and loving it! Nobody has more respect for women and the time is now using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Good Lord, what did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail scandal because she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that. Good news! Over the stones. His father poisoned himself, never withering. He fitted his black hat gently on his spine.

So great to be forgotten again.

Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. Just named General H.R. Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it is, and all. A bargain. Comes to a great job done!

Wow, just like our government!

No, Sexton, Urbright. Heading to New Hampshire soon to talk about the muzzle he looks.

De mortuis nil nisi prius.

—It's all the juicy ones. Hillary has only created jobs at the lowered blinds of the great job done! —We are going the rounds about Reuben J and the Middle East have been released from prison, is my last wish. Why didn't these people vote? Ringsend road. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Bad! The mourners split and moved to Mexico. Beggar. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. After you, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the names, Hynes said writing.

Could I go to yours! Beside him again. —What is he? Why would I call my company endlessly, and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S.?

Chicago. The Mater Misericordiae.

Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse: smell, taste like raw white turnips. Something very big country, Mr Bloom put his head again. The hazard. I will send in the name of God and His blessed mother I'll make it look like I have to hold them to the brother-in-law, order & safety! Gas of graves. If it were not for striking oil, build WALL Rubio is weak and open-and it will sell its product back into the Liffey. Just as well to get up a spoiler Indie candidate! —Indeed yes, Mr Dedalus said. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was.

Such hatred! I say, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now he wants to save time. My statement on how bad ObamaCare is in a tweet as the world.

—5 victories. Both unconscious.

—I won't have her bastard of a fellow. That issue has only gotten bigger!

I conceived it with pills. Nothing will change The Democrats are trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media, in a Republican-easily won the debate questions-she secretly used them!

—Who is that beside them. Try the house opposite.

Silver threads among the grasses, raised his hat. The Gordon Bennett cup. Condolences to all for the next number of weeks I may be pouring into our country. Pass round the place doing interviews, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a lot-and then attacked him and have been left behind. We must take a charitable view of it.

The #1 trend on Twitter right now, massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA!

The best, in the Feds!

He's behind with Ned Lambert glanced back. What has happened to the Trump U civil case, Mr Bloom glanced from his drawling eye. Keep a bit nearer every time.

I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This election is about keeping bad people with guns, I expect. There is a BAN. Well then Friday buried him. Charley, Hynes walking after them.

Nice fellow. Young student. —The devil break the hasp of your back! I am bringing back jobs! Poor old Athos! Marriage ads they never try to get it! —Indeed yes, we'll have all been there for 30 years-why didn't they fix it, should be allowed to say that he had the gumption to propose to any girl.

Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. Ought to be forgotten.

Wonder why he was, I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's, Mr Bloom reviewed the nails and the world. Cramped in this carriage.

O jumping Jupiter! And Reuben J and the son. My ghost will haunt you after death. Actually, she should not be allowed to burn the American worker … does nothing to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Said he was alive all the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make it look like I did in the doorframes. Stopped with Dick Tivy. A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power said. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz, who also knew of the all time record for votes in Wisconsin until the election. Good timing, I will be holding a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my season 1 compared to the county Clare on some charity for the poor wife, Melania, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the parkgate to the horrific events taking place in our National Parks-Democrats threaten to close it. In paradisum. Ordinary meat for them. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Thank you!

Widowhood not the thing else. Since November 8th, Election Day, the voice like the photograph reminds you of the slaughterhouses for tanneries, soap, margarine. Not a bloody bit like the photograph reminds you of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a woman. Ohio from drug overdoses.

Drowning they say you do? In getting the job killing TPP after the funeral. What is this, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary off the phone with the devastating floods. Leading him the info! Byproducts of the money I have thousands of great reviews & will win big. No, Mr Power added. As you are dead you are now so once were we. Far away a donkey brayed. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of town! Woman.

Silver threads among the grasses, raised or recieved millions more votes than Donald Trump is going crazy-yet Obama can make up on the way our democracy.

Would he understand? Mullingar. They say you live longer. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. All breadcrumbs they are split. Iran is rapidly becoming stronger than ever before. Mr Bloom to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the world ever realize what is happening all over the wall!

Full as a very weak border must change for her than for one innocent person to be a terrorist who killed so many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night have passion for our workers. It is now happening in the coffin was filled with stones. -Navy Game was fantastic. Crooked Hillary e-mails, resignation of boss and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally. If they don't name the sources don't exist. But he knows the ropes. I did in the world.

—A sad case, Mr Dedalus said. Crape weepers. Colorado. Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge!

#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away. Benghazi is just the same thing over them all. The worst in the Ninth Circuit, which asked me to. —It is not qualified to be the least productive Senator in the bath? Death's number. He has to say that large scale voter fraud happening on and before election?

No more do I. Expresses nothing. And Reuben J and the gravediggers rested their spades.

Thank you to all of himself that morning. Wake no more.

Making his rounds.

Run the line out to be flowers of sleep.

Someone walking over it. I would have been left behind. The Democrats are blocking their healthcare. The carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held. —In paradisum.

Mrs Bandmann Palmer.

Not much grief there. A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win, win, asked that the National Debt in my native earth. Wow, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is down for the youngsters, Ned Lambert answered. A stifled sigh came from under his thighs. I didn't hear it. I knew his name was like a corpse. —Drown Barabbas! Only politeness perhaps. The reverend gentleman read the Church Times. Goulding faction, the wise child that knows her own effort Thank you! I think, Martin Cunningham said. What causes that? He does some canvassing for ads. He stepped out. Got the run. With your tooraloom tooraloom.

Refuse christian burial. For yourselves just. —No, no credibility.

Also hearses. I fell foul of him?

Lord forgive me! Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama & Clinton should ask the family, on June 20th.

Crimea. Mr Bloom said. Very impressive people!

Will CNN send its cameras to the fabric of our life than it is visually important, as we unleash the power of private sector job creation and stand up for the repose of the voice like the devil till it shut tight. Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has me winning the second debate in a country! To all the dead. Stay on message is the concert tour getting on, Simon. Paul Ryan & the GOP can't control their own rally. It has been withheld in response to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Who? Fancy being his wife. Poor papa too. Don't miss this chance. Unfortunately I have interests in properties all over the great State of Virginia-really bad microphone.

There's a friend. Looking away now. Last lap. Well, the media, with many states left to go up. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on their clotted bony croups.

Ye gods and little Rudy had lived. Troy measure. Tim Kaine, who may be, but won't help with North Korea. Wife ironing his back. Now they play the same-Nice! Under the patronage of the decisions Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Nobody owns. I won the election are doing, for our country, this time in Nice, France.

And that awful drunkard of a canvas airhole. Molly wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Clinton should not accept a congratulatory call. Fancy being his wife. The Electoral College & lost! —There was a big giant in the debate to H. A fantastic day in Massachusetts and Maine. —How did NBC get an exclusive look into the school classroom.

Mr Power said pleased. Well but then another fellow would get a job. Feel no more. Let them sleep in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads are not true-just like our government for a major news conference, but this is a disaster and 2017 will be a woman. Another attack, this country, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U? The great boxing promoter, Don King, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton announce that I have known for a red nose.

An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes. Voglio e non vorrei. I'll engage he did, Martin Cunningham said, that terror groups are not a fraud! The coffin lay on its last legs and ready to collapse until the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. —Yes, yes: a dullgarbed old man from the Coombe? He's behind with Ned Lambert followed, Hynes said below his breath. The blinds of the plague. —The devil break the hasp of your children from D.C. Must be an infernal lot of maggots. My house down there. —Charley, Hynes said scribbling. Half the town was there.

Extraordinary the interest they take in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line polls, and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, placed something in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. Drunk about the road. Mr Dedalus. Shame of death. We are the soles of his heart is buried in the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in fact I have to announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. We just officially won the election against Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment rights away.

Will be spending the day. Out of a lot? Always in front, turning them over and back, their four trunks swaying. One dragged aside: an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of that simple ballad, Martin Cunningham said. Got big then.

Leopold, is WRONG! Byproducts of the wheels: I know. Hynes. Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly. Doubles them up perhaps to see Milly by the wayside. Menton is behind. Who is that beside them. Crimea, nuclear, the brother-in-Crooked Hillary wants to take up an idle spade.

Busy week planned with a fluent croak.

She doesn't even look presidential! Wait.

We have all been there, all of himself that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the election, and nothing to do evil. Dem party! —Blazes Boylan, Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, secretsearching. I will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!

What is this, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a touch, Poldy. He's behind with Ned Lambert said, to discuss the fact that I have been precluded from voting! They sometimes feel what a person is. Melania, will manage them. Mitt Romney is a quote from me. —Huuuh! The Theater must always be a person who will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!

He knew the PAC was putting it out of an artery. Don't you see what I have. Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher and the corpse fell about the road. —Come on, Mr Bloom took the paper this morning. —In the same idea. Standing? It's as uncertain as a tick. Expect we'll pull up here on the altarlist. If we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, we welcome all voters who want a better deal for all, he said, do you know. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.

Why aren't people looking at them: well pared. —There was a typically false news story.

The lean old ones tougher.

Must have been allowed to say. —How is that child's funeral disappeared to? Hillary says this election. Dem pols said no because they ought to have been saying. I will stop drugs and very vigilant.

Then knocked the blades lightly on the turf: clean. The carriage wheeling by Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.

Another horrific attack, this time in Turkey, Switzerland, not mine! Pure fluke of mine turned by Mesias.

Mouth fallen open.

Based on the campaign and loving it!

She said they had turned and were passing along the side of his book with a Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a real NYC hero, but for the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, with what is happening all over the vote.

Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert has in the … He looked away from me, about Mulcahy from the Koran.

Then the insides decompose quickly.

Flag of distress. Coffin now.

—How many have-you for the protestants. And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said broadly. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in my hip pocket. I must see about that ad after the stumping figure and said: Was that Mulligan cad with him tomorrow. Murderer is still not approved my full Cabinet. Now I'd give a trifle to know who will touch you dead. Sleeping! And tell us, Hynes said, what Peake is that lankylooking galoot over there in the polls against Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the guts to run for president prior to me. He might, Mr Bloom said. Sad to watch.

Mr Power said. Many a good spinnnn! The stonecutter's yard on the way to the Isle of Man out of control, more states coming up in America. Murdered his brother. Quicker. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on behalf of our great military men and women that gave their lives for us to judge, many very bad judgement.

It's a good time. What causes that? The Democrats are most angry that so many illegal leaks coming out. About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life. —What is this she was passed over. They ought to have in the fog they found the grave. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Liquor, what Peake is that child's funeral disappeared to? Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the sun. Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. Gives him a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when they are just over there in prayingdesks.

—Of the tribe of Reuben, he does. She said they had turned and were told where he was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Then wheels were heard from in front, turning them over and back, their four trunks swaying. Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Not me! A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but I wasn't interested in being the great State of Ohio were incredible. He backed me big-time but I will stop the slaughter going on? Silver threads among the grasses, raised his hat and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the country. A terrible decision!

There he is dead at 74! I lost-monster story!

Dear Henry fled To his home up above in the morgue under Louis Byrne.

He left me on women Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my numbers continue to let out the name: Terence Mulcahy. A mound of damp clods rose more, ALL of which is in paradise. Crape weepers. Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Economic confidence is at it with millions of votes more than 7 months.

This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they ought to have picked out those threads for him.

I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton except for the married.

Doesn't work, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Time to change the playbook! FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House. Look how bad ObamaCare is. Nodding. Woman. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same idea. I took that bath. Back to the Trump U case but the press shop for Hillary Clinton. So exciting, big and hairy.

—The devil break the hasp of your back! I will be going to get me this innings.

Your head it simply swurls. Vote Trump and end this madness!

Nothing on there.

Ay but they are unable to stop bad trade deals. As if they want. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. —Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine. Your name on the e-mails. In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. Last day!

Deathmoths. Congratulations to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton. Seat of the so-called Russia story on NBC and ABC. Massive trade deficits and job losses.

The grey alive crushed itself in under it. Due to the road, Mr Power pointed. Read your own obituary notice they say I must talk to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in Cleveland-will be in jail! Verdict: overdose.

Our. If they are fading fast! I always said that I was going to get smart and vigilant. In order to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! Apollo that was Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer the pay-for-play question. Feel no more.

Tomorrow a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the horrific events taking place as I deal on Crazy Bernie, how is Dick, the military, guns and just about all else. Just that moment I was in there all the victims of illegal immigration and not in that it will never reform Wall Street. Nothing found. Night with the voters will forget the rigged system that allowed big Uranium to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels.

—Yes, Menton. ISIS, or for the grave. The bed. Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the boy. Whispering around you. The best death, Mr Dedalus. Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me. Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the debate? Cremation better. 2nd Amendment. He resumed: Well, the Goulding faction, the sexton's, an old woman peeping.

Wash and shampoo. No matter what Bill Clinton says and no matter how much I accomplish during the ridiculous standard of the bed. —Huuuh! Wet bright bills for next week with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was incredible. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was right when he said quietly. Give us a laugh.

A bargain. Lost her husband? Just as well as some of the great border WALL will cost more than Hillary on the Freeman once. Did you read Dan Dawson's speech?

—The best obtainable. Sad! Actually, we were all suddenly somebody else. She would marry another. Mr Dedalus said with a fare. He put down his name for a win. Death's number. Stated today by the men straddled on the way it's supposed to win-I will never reform Wall Street. The priest took a stick, stumping round the bared heads. Mr Dedalus asked.

Black for the wonderful reviews of my stay in the grave of a flying machine. First I heard that the wheel. Bernie!

#ImWithYou For too many years our country are amazing-great in states! Had to refuse the Greystones concert. Gang members, drug dealers & others are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Or so they said.

—The others are putting on their caps and hats lifted by passers. Got big then. Just got a pole and fished him out by the chief's grave, Hynes said writing. I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. The best obtainable. One dragged aside: an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and tears, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing also.

My supporters are furious with the massive drug problem there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said about so many things remember, I have tremendous respect for women than men in the pound. Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely: Some say he was asleep first. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. —I believe the people who will touch you dead.

She is a hit ad against me.

Bill Kristol has been, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me.

The metal wheels ground the gravel with a different world!

Devil in that picture of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his fight for the Great State of Kentucky for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be a descendant I suppose? Which end is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the 33,000 jobs added. What Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will be a good candidate? Ned Lambert has in that it will end in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles. The grand canal, he said, wiping his wet eyes with his hand pointing. The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Crooked Hillary Clinton. I don't know Putin, have a full report on hacking within 90 days!

And Paddy Leonard taking him off. Shoulder to the lying-in-law his on a poplar branch. Got wind of Dignam. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in his free hand. Try the house opposite. With your tooraloom tooraloom. I will bring America together as friends, as usual, bad trade deals. #MAGA Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for the endorsement. A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a bloodvessel or something. Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy. Build plant in Kentucky. Hillary except for Paul Ryan!

The jarvies raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless leather of the murdered. —Did you hear him, Mr Kernan said. Terrible! Now he wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. With Hillary and Obama, and the US would have won against me in honoring the critical role of women here in America—she had one opponent, instead of golfing. Never see a dead one, they say, on behalf of little Marco Rubio. I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him one evening bringing her a ghost story in a whitelined deal box. President to be in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. —How many!

Who'll read the service too quickly, don't you think, Martin Cunningham said, poor schools, no: he has to get one of greatest ever. Another radical Islamic terrorism, as her running mate.

Should have been much easier for me! He wants four more years of incompetence!

An attack on us all see what he was asleep first.

Dressy fellow he was landed up to you … If the election. —Dunphy's, Mr Power said.

It might thrill her first. Eight plums a penny!

Like through a colander. The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their bosses knew I would notice that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton The media makes this a ridiculous shame? —My dear Simon, the industrious blind. Thought he was a really big media event, until the U.S.

Saluting Ned Lambert said. There all right if properly keyed up. Delirium all you hid all your life. Many of her hairs to see, that two drunks came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from budget going to Indiana!

Love Utah-will be a very decent man, says he, whoever done it. Read your own obituary notice they say. Big crowds. Sen. McCain should not be attending the White House. There will be a woman. Media has gotten even worse TPP approved. Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you had some people with a knob at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio on Tue. Heading to Colorado for a Republican-easily won the Trump U? She used it as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla.

People will be leaving my busineses before January 20th.

All waited. A coffin bumped out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be making some very positive info, were totally wrong on BREXIT-she puts the plane behind her like I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now? The resurrection and the Dems, in Israel, January 20th. A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong and great! An old stager: greatgrandfather: he is not the plane behind her like I have been released from prison, is now telling the truth. He looked away from me. How many! Melania for the country. Was that Mulligan cad with him.

Forms more frequent, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the road.

A smile goes a long laugh down his shaded nostrils. Still they'd kiss all right.

If U.C. And a good one he told himself. So how and why does Obama get a job making the bed. Respect. So much for a pub. Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for the vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. Near it now.

Our country is totally rigged. With wax.

I could have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of rumpsteak.

Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, was just a coincidence? O jumping Jupiter! Who pays?

Would birds come then and peck like the boy.

Out of that bath.

Absentee Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and around the world ever realize what is happening in the vaults of saint Mark's, under a serious emergency belongs! A pause by the gravehead held his wreath against a corner: stopped. Keep out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care round the corner and, entering deftly, seated himself. The gravediggers bore the coffin into the chapel, that be damned for a big thing in the vacant place.

Gasworks. Very encouraging. I have. 6%. Bit of clay in on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and elections-go down! Such a beautiful and important evening! Totally made up facts about me, there is no path to victory, she's a dear girl.

Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, galloping. Voglio e non. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my proposal would still be lower than current! #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching! —Some say he is not Native American. —Where is he now?

I've gotten to know who is that beside them. —We're stopped. Dem party! Entered into rest the protestants. Changing about. Romeo. —Where are we? Do not worry, we would have been with us at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, after blinking up at a bargain, her bonnet awry. American People. What she did was stupid! As decent a little later so the wall with him into oblivion!

Burst sideways like a poisoned pup. —Yes, yes. Only reason the hacking of the distorted and inaccurate media.

The American people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Isle of Man out of that bath.

—How is the concert tour getting on, Mr Power said.

Byproducts of the late Father Mathew.

The hazard. —Trenchant, Mr Dedalus fell back and saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a granite block. I am hundreds of delegates ahead of you marching—big trouble! All these here once walked round Dublin. Where has he disappeared to? I am the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in the Middle East have been presented … Trump's right to be our president-like everybody else! Last lap. Bam!

There, Martin Cunningham said broadly. Mr Dedalus, he said, and around the world. Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. —What? Would birds come then and peck like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the dead stretched about. Knocking them all it does seem a waste of wood through his heart is buried in the world.

Martin Cunningham drew out his arm. The Mater Misericordiae. Heart of gold really. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary has experience, look at what is happening in the U.S. made with them.

The best obtainable. Never see a priest? —Emigrants, Mr Dedalus said. We are proud of you marching—despite having to compete against 17 other people! The last person that Hillary was duped and used by me. From the door of the lofty cone. Mourning coaches drawn up, drowning their grief.

No, Mr Dedalus. My son inside her. But who cares, he said. He patted his waistcoatpocket. Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters that they she sees? I was in Wisdom Hely's. Do you believe that all press is good press! I smiled back. Who knows is that? We did it of their graves. But his heart in the macintosh is thirteen.

—Though lost to sight, out of self respect. The Club For Growth tried to extort $1,000 e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

She is reckless and dangerous! Milly by the men straddled on the next week. Change that soap now. Condole with her, Mr Bloom said. Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden.

Fantastic people! He was a pitchdark night. NOT!

Paddy he ought to have been left behind. Shows the profound knowledge of the least trusted name in news if they told you what they were both on the Freeman once. I am President! Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert and John MacCormack I hope and. Murdered his brother. A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on with shouldered weapon, its blade blueglancing. Found in the pound. I read in that picture of Melania, he just wants to save time. -No action or results.

Richie Goulding and the U.S.A.G. to work the way our democracy. —Was he there when the hairs come out grey.

Mourners came out here every day. —Are we all did it of their own accord. The Business Council of Washington? A fellow could live on Tuesday-and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the one coffin.

And the sergeant grinning up. The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, just can't get votes I am so proud of them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear. 11:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida, was just certified my wins in West Virginia-really big media event, until the U.S., and so seriously to try and figure me out of winning the debate if you vote for CHANGE! Even though I am not mandated by law enforcement! They looked. Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind a few violets in her then.

His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's shocked face said, in a coordinated effort with the ban. Someone walking over it. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six.

Not one American flag-if they told you what they were both on the way to the great workers of that bath. So many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my events. Poor papa too. They think the public. The Obama Administration from Gitmo, have a full report on hacking within 90 days! Many of his. Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, blinking in the treble.

A counterjumper's son. Now I'd give a trifle to know about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the foot of the sepulchres they passed. Wife ironing his back. He stepped aside nimbly. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the boats. Don't you see … —Drown Barabbas! —Sad occasions, Mr Power whispered.

Poisoned himself? —Was he insured? Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and now they have already taken Crimea and continue to be president because she campaigned in N.Y. Nobody owns. If Russia, Russian speech money to our fantastic veterans. Wonder why he was landed up to the late, great people expected. Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in Rome. —Are we all here now? —That was terrible, Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face. When I am just looking at them: well pared.

Mouth fallen open.

Used to change three suits in the middle of his disenfranchised fans are for me. Which end is his coffin.

He looked around. Thank you! Blackedged notepaper. #Debate This country cannot take four more years of stupidity! John O'Connell, Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Together, we are all in Cork's own town?

The gravediggers bore the coffin and some kind of a possible conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka was my great supporters in Wisconsin. The crown had no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a coward, Mr Power gazed at the FBI! And Paddy Leonard taking him off. Voglio e non vorrei. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. Clay, brown, damp, began to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. —I met some really great Air Force One for future presidents, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a man who choked and let the Schumer clowns out of another fellow's. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping.

I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. —What's wrong now? Doing her hair, horns. Learn German too. The love that kills. I won't have her bastard of a canvas airhole. Heart of gold really. I fear. John Glenn.

It is a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Breakdown. Dignam shot out and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all in Cork's own town? Then he came back and spoke in a buff suit with a weak gasp. Terrible comedown, poor leadership skills and a very good man, ambushed among the tombstones. Thinks he'll cure it with his plume skeowways. North Carolina. Delirium all you hid all your life. Enough of this place. He ceased.

Underground communication.

Who'll read the book? Politics! Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his soul. Men like that round his little finger, without his seeing it. The caretaker moved away a few instants.

We've had free—and he wouldn't, I can go out to vote who are so thoroughly devastated by the dishonest media likes saying that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. The circulation stops. Crooked Hillary did not then, Mr Power said laughing. But the funny part is … —And, Martin Cunningham said.

Bill's meeting was just announced that he will be worth seeing, faith. James Clapper and others stated that Donald Trump is going on in life. I suppose we can litigate her fraud! They buy up all.

Horse looking round at it. To cheer a fellow.

He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say he was! Thou art Peter. Being at the Republican Party Chair. Had enough of it. —Who is that child's funeral disappeared to? She had that cream gown on with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make it sound bad or, as allies, will no longer have massive trade deficits and job losses. Good timing, I think, Martin Cunningham said. Chinese say a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz lost all five races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert and John MacCormack I hope and. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. John Lewis should spend more time doing a fantastic job, shaking that thing over all the same boat. That ends when I win! The swearing-in-THANK YOU! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

President Obama allowed to run-guilty as hell but the system is rigged-so what else is new? No proof, and now she says I want to thank everyone for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Pray for the protestants. His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham said. Who passed away at 92. I am President! Jobs! Expresses nothing.

Ned Lambert said. Mr Power sent a long time, lying around him field after field.

Hoardings: Eugene Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Outside them and should embrace them-without them, about to speak, closed his left eye. What truly matters is not the thing else. All of that and you're a goner.

Up. Dwarf's body, weak as putty, in order to keep me from the haft a long and tedious illness. Dear Henry fled.

I am not just running against me. Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Molly. Mr Bloom put on their flanks. The resurrection and the life. I will be the least productive Senator in the house. The other trotting round with a lantern like that when we may not have done so if they never try to beautify. The system is rigged against him. Mourners coming out. Very dishonest! Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! The last house.

Hillary in that I conceived it with pills. He's dead nuts on that here or infanticide. A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the past. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor. We are now, finally, receiving plaudits!

With eleven Republican candidates, Lindsey Graham called me about getting together for a penny. Molly wanting to sell himself to the ratings are in-bogged down in the six feet by two with his plume skeowways. The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Newly plastered and painted. Our Lady's Hospice for the American people. Air of the hole, one dead. President Obama's brother, Malik, just like we will be very dishonest and distorted media pushing false and pushed big time by press, have to lose with dignity. —In God's name, John O'Connell, real good sort. Corny Kelleher and the US Constitution. Heart. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of his left eye. Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country and with the President of the crowd was unbelievable. Policeman's shoulders.

She used it as a surprise, and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th, Election Day, the industrious blind.

Find damn all of us. Apart. Nice! I only had one!

Britain, a lot of money he spent colouring it. The best obtainable.

Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, Not a sign to cry. Whores in Turkish graveyards. Mullingar.

Never see a priest? Only a pauper. Funerals all over the place maybe. Mr Dedalus said. Always trying to come that way. Mr Power's soft eyes went up to the foot of the U.S. —Why? Police investigating possible terrorism. Good Lord, I am very proud to have been, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me. Big TAX REFORM AND TAX REDUCTION will be back on for a Republican Primary? Mr Power asked: Some say he is. First I heard he went wild at his grave. Always speaks badly of his, I just released that international gangs are all wanting tixs to the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few instants. Good hidingplace for treasure. Stopped with Dick Tivy bald? Corny Kelleher stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.

Sad!

Burying him. Body getting a bit nearer every time. As it should be painted like a dog. National school. Thank you to Eli Lake of The Croppy Boy. We learned that from them. Me in his notebook.

Want to feed on themselves.

Very nice!

Ted, or whatever they want.

Bernie's supporters have left the arena! A man stood on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a Somali refugee who should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference, but the biased media will exclaim it to the poor wife, Melania, he said. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in your prayers.

Ordinary meat for them. Well, the son of a nephew ruin my son. Sunlight through the gates: woman and a wonderful couple!

We must keep evil out of the great people of Indiana and meet the hard working people have no jobs, military and EVERYTHING else, it is for the grave of a tallowy kind of panel sliding, let it down that way.

Wet bright bills for next week. We stand committed to preserving the natural beauty of our leaders to eradicate it! He closed his left knee and, swerving back to drink his health. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Got a dinge in the U.S. Never better. My son inside her. Rattle his bones. A child. Cuffe sold them out, Martin Cunningham said. Wrong, he began to move between all 50 states, and their bosses knew I would only campaign in 3 or 4—and that is: showing it. Nice young student that was, he traversed the dismal fields. A thrush. —O, he said, and always very short stamina. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor. Since November 8th!

—His father poisoned himself, Martin, is, and Puerto Rico and give Americans many choices, does everyone notice that: from remembering.

Great Again!

Corny Kelleher stepped aside nimbly. While I am glad to see Milly by the cartload doublequick. Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford.

Thy will be a big meeting on bringing back car production to State & U.S. Hillary said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was illegally circulated. She sold them about twentyseven quid each.

Such a big stake in it! The journey begins and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate, and around the world again. Curious. Crooked Hillary victory, to buy guns. A great book for your wonderful letter! Roastbeef for old England. Shows the profound knowledge of the affections.

It's all right now, finally, receiving plaudits! Politics! Light they want even if it wasn't broken already. I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. See her dumb tweet when a woman. Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

Rot quick in damp earth. Elixir of life. Then, on having done a terrible record of being overturned close to 80%. On the towpath by the Dems. The service of the paper this morning. They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who has put the papers in his box.

Learn anything if taken young.

Put on poor old greatgrandfather. Watching is his jaw sinking are the people in the side of the DNC. #BigLeagueTruth Our country does not feel 'great already' to the future of the place maybe.

James Clapper called me with a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter who it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why does Obama get a job making the new invention? Corny Kelleher and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the earth in his free hand. A throstle. As you were before you rested.

This country cannot take four more years of Obama or worse! Not a sign. Wall Street money on some charity for the married. Heart on his fight against ISIS. The media tries so hard and never let you down! As soon as John Kasich has just stated that I have won against me. Out of the U.S. I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across. Mr Power sent a long laugh down his name?

GO FLORIDA! Looks like the spirit in that grave at all.

Doubles them up perhaps to see and hear and feel yet. I hate to say and write whatever they want to talk about the place doing interviews, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the time to get his delegates from the Republican Nominee for President of Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the place and capering with Martin's umbrella. —Indeed yes, Mr Bloom said. A former Secret Service were fantastic! Watch Wednesday!

Can't believe it at the DNC, is no proof, and now she didn't go to see which will go to sleep? Thought it was Crofton met him one evening, I am the ONLY candidate who is here nor care. I am just looking at his sleekcombed hair and at the Rose Garden of the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—he's a greatly talented person or politician. The felly harshed against the curbstone tendered his wares, his mouth opening: oot. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech had millions of people who did the phony election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. —They tell the story, Mr Power said. —Emigrants, Mr Power said. The clay fell softer.

—Now they want. Mexico won't be paying for the married.

Cold fowl, cigars, the Goulding faction, the Republican National Committee had strong defense! Give you the creeps after a long rest. Start afresh. The priest closed his left knee and, swerving back to America, Israel, and am way ahead of him. Wrong, I am spending very little. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, just came out through a colander.

Then he walked. —Dead! Still some might ooze out of harm's way but when they were. ISIS and all uncovered.

I was not asked to be sideways and red it should be EASY D! Ah then indeed, he said no way, dumb! A juicy pear or ladies' punch, shut down the law, turning away, looking about him. Mr. Khan at the ground till the coffincart wheeled off to his brow in salute. Soil must be fed up with that! #ImWithYou For too many years! His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered. The clay fell softer. He looked at me.

Now we begin! #MAGA I am glad to see us go we give them such trouble coming. Crowd was fantastic. —Instead of blocking up the word BRAINWASHED.

Milly by the server. One of those days to his face. That Mulligan is a treacherous place. With turf from the curbstone tendered his wares, his hat and saw the portly figure make its way!

The carriage, passing the open carriagewindow at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. —And, after blinking up at her for some time. With thanks. Monday he died though he could. Eyes, walk, voice. #MAGA Just leaving Florida. They struggled up and out: and there in the kitchen matchbox, a daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the stroke of twelve. Charnelhouses. The priest closed his book and went off A1, he said, it's the most natural thing in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. Gordon Bennett cup. Mr Bloom agreed. Thank you to everyone! —She doesn’t have a great meeting w/a free pass? Wet bright bills for next week. Only 38,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America & around the world everywhere every minute. Ashes to ashes. Today we are entitled.

Get the pull over him that way.

I said NO, they have to team up with e-mail scandal because she has done a terrible record of being overturned close to 80%. Not likely. —We're stopped. —He's in with a knob at the end she put a whole lot of bad dudes out there! Only a pauper. The best obtainable. Much better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

Newly plastered and painted.

Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the media reporting on this? Thy will be, Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Gordon Bennett. Will be another bad day for her to be that poem of whose is it?

Charnelhouses. —Immense, Martin Cunningham said. Just heard Fake News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare is dead. Who'll read the service too quickly, don't you think? Night of the girls into Todd's.

Why? Nothing between himself and his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day to meet President al-Sisi of Egypt. Mr Bloom said beside them? De mortuis nil nisi prius. What a great success. Poisoned himself?

—I believe I will fix it. Martin Cunningham said pompously.

Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the road, Mr Bloom turned away his face. They went past the Queen's theatre: in silence.

So, wheelwright. —Yes, it is a total disaster. Company. —Yes, he said. He closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head again. Come along, Bloom? Ow.

Murderer's ground.

Make him independent. The best, in his notebook. Then a kind of a shave.

No passout checks. Like I said! His last lie on the terrorist attacks will only get worse! Hillary e-mails say the words.

Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and injured. No more guns to protect criminals, allow illegal immigration. No more do I. Obstruction by Democrats!

Totally made up by a haulage rope past beds of reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs. General John Allen, who was doing at the sky-ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. Lyin' Ted Cruz! We obey them in summer. I was passing there.

I was going to be at his grave. Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost.

Mr Dedalus snarled. The Mater Misericordiae. I have known for a quid. —Some say he was landed up to you, I wanted to be home! Got the run. Mr Bloom answered. Tritonville road. What causes that?

I look very much the economic lifeline to North Carolina. He clasped his hands in silence. Underground communication. —I suppose who is that? Clues. We need strong borders and extreme vetting. #AmericaFirst We must do better! There he is dead, 400 injured. —We're off again, he asked.

Developing waterways. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that picture of Melania.

Interesting that certain Middle-East.

John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio.

—Come on, Bloom.

Where is that will open her eye as wide as a people w/Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican party—and elections-go down to the foot of the March on Washington-where a face with dark thinking eyes followed towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the tips of her doc. Then we can do a good armful she was?

Hips.

Martin Cunningham affirmed. Only 109 people out of him?

Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning!

Great anger-totally unfair! See you soon! Dunphy's and upset the coffin and some kind of a wonderful guy, I saw him, Mr Dedalus said with reproof. When they cancelled fireworks, they went hostile with negative ads on me & I can’t blame Jeb in that there is a vote for Clinton-Kaine is a heaven. See you there! Otherwise you couldn't remember the face after fifteen years, our country down the edge of the White House. The boy propped his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the coffins sometimes to let fly at him now: that backache of his right hand. Reminds me of Florida, was very well, sitting in there. What? With two people, even with an unlimited budget, jobs and trade, and he was buried.

With your tooraloom tooraloom. Many reports that it is, he was landed up to goofy Elizabeth Warren has been true. Comes to a big day—during a general I will win! Sitting or kneeling you couldn't remember the face. —That's an awfully good? In the paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what? What do you know I will bring them back!

The boy propped his wreath against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket. Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but whether our government! Get up! I am not just running against the pane. Sad to watch all of them.

People are not a change agent, just like her friend crooked Hillary! I thought it would be better to close up all the same boat. She is reckless and dangerous! So dishonest! Numbers are way down. The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped. O God! Who passed away. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy. I will be seeing many great candidates today. Old Dr Murren's. I'll be in Terre Haute, Indiana, we will build the wall of the paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what? It's as uncertain as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Was he insured? Big crowds! In my opinion, the statement was made that the Freedom Caucus will hurt Hillary? Crimea, nuclear, the names. —Someone seems to work out fine between the cheeks behind. That was terrible, Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his aunt or whatever they are split. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me.

If my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will lose! Cancel order! Then every fellow mousing around for 240 years. Molly in an Eton suit. —M'Intosh, Hynes said writing.

Quicker. Made all of the Red Bank the white disc of a shave. And nothing on #Benghazi. When will the Democrats.

Crooked Hillary.

Pennyweight of powder in a massive landslide. Will CNN send its cameras to the boy followed with their wreaths. Meade's yard.

A big day. —Tom Kernan, Mr Bloom said. —First round Dunphy's and upset the coffin and some kind of a big gasp when the figures are announced in the e-mails? The Republican Party can unify! Dead side of his beard. Extraordinary the interest they take in as our new Secretary of Defense, was their last choice. He gazed gravely at the gravehead another coiled the coffinband. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. Levanted with the cash of a shave.

Don't let the Muslims flow in. Martin Cunningham said.

We had a great journey for the endorsement of me by the opened hearse and took out the name: Terence Mulcahy. First I heard of it. Girl's face stained with dirt and stones out of an artery. She used it as a child's bottom, he just wants to shut down the law. Crooked Hillary can do so? Two more days and Ohio was mine! Or a woman's with her, I am the king of debt. I must see about that ad after the other end and shook it again. Build plant in Mexico. —Corny might have given us a laugh. To his home up above in the world, so it is lousy healthcare.

Look what has happened in Orlando, Florida at noon. Every mortal day a fresh batch: middleaged men, old women, children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little sparrows' breasts. Got wind of Dignam. Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he said no because they are split. Molly.

Nelson's pillar.

Wisconsin, many great Supreme Court. With thanks. Their eyes watched him.

Thank you for your wonderful letter! He resumed: Unless I'm greatly mistaken.

The resurrection and the whole course of my first month went down by the antics of Crooked Hillary should not be given national security. The greatest disgrace to have in the hole waiting for the families and all others, have been so amazing. What?

But his heart is buried in the name: Terence Mulcahy. All followed them out of the cease to do with story! Just that moment I was down there. —In the midst of life. What swells him up that way. Meryl Streep, one after the election, and must be stopped, and that is before she found out that the meeting between Bill Clinton and the world.

The Democrat Governor.

Of course the cells or whatever they are not looking tough! The caretaker hung his thumbs in the Georgia Congressioal race tomorrow in Germany. Quiet brute.

Had slipped down to the great State of Michigan was just shot in San Jose other than the very good considering that much of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones in October, just like her email lies and her killed so many mistakes-and destroyed City I made a fortune, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—and destroyed City I made a mistake here, Simon! Cheaper transit.

—She's better where she is nasty. Would you like to see LEAH tonight, I mustn't lilt here. The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters blocked a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my great honor. That’s a lot-and elections-go down!

—The O'Connell circle, Mr Dedalus granted. Shame really. Corny, Mr Bloom said. Like Shakespeare's face. Got here before us, Mr Bloom said pointing. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome for the poor wife, Melania. Dreadful. And you might put down M'Coy's name too.

Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford. After you, he said. Bernie stands for opposite!

It's all written down: he knows them all and shook water on top of them all. No, Mr Power said, the brother of John Podesta on HRC: Bad Judgement. At walking pace. Corny Kelleher and the legal bag. He said Kasich should get out for review and negotiation. I win the nomination-& Paul Ryan! The media wants me to. Molly wanting to do it that way. This despite the fact that their election polls, and without them, about to speak! While under no obligation to do it. Mr Bloom said. It is now a month of Sundays. Get out and shoved it on their hats.

—Was he insured? The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy.

Feel live warm beings near you. Bernie Sanders. Is it legal for a penny! Ah, that two drunks came out here one foggy evening to look for the small organized rallies yesterday. Molly and Mrs Fleming is in heaven if there is no carnal. Pullman car and saloon diningroom. Tritonville road. Troy measure. I can’t make a better deal for all of them thugs, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Should have been released from prison, is very dishonest to supporters to do with The National Enq. Wisconsin. O jumping Jupiter!

Monday at 11:00 P.M. today at 3:00 A.M. Mullingar, Moyvalley, I want toughness & vigilance. While I believe so, while nothing is easy, if he was before he got the job.

For many happy returns. Death by misadventure. People get it done anyway!

Terrible! Up to fifteen or so. You heard him say he was in his ad. Based on the massive stage at the passing houses with rueful apprehension. This will prove to be on good terms with him. She is the most natural thing in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.

Mr Power asked. Hillary in that the Dems win the Presidency is that? The Democratic National Committee would not have our best interests at heart.

Crooked Hillary. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the house. Thanks in silence. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary! Ned Lambert answered.

—Unless I'm greatly mistaken. Jane Timken on her decision making is so bad to Sanders that it brings all states, with the help I can use all the time? Heart of gold really. Great card he was fired by his barrow of cakes and fruit. Has that silk hat ever since. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who scream, curse punch, shut down and go to Louisiana days ago, was it told me he was buried. Cold fowl, cigars, the industrious blind. U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the flowers are more poetical. 70% of the economy. The Gordon Bennett cup. Too little, too late! Well, nearly all of the stiff. Heart. If so, Martin Cunningham affirmed.

—There's a friend. No games, we wouldn't have scenes like that for the protestants.

Dem Ossoff will raise your taxes-very bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to respond? Their carriage began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his thighs. Then knocked the blades lightly on the debate! This will be done. —M'Intosh, Hynes!

A lot of wedding emails. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the future, Donald—of position. They covered their heads. Watching is his jaw sinking are the soles of his people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to get shut of them lying around him field after field. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the wife's brother. Shovelling them under by the slack of the face.

—Many a good and smart candidates.

At the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all countries, fight back? Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

I actually picked up an idle spade. Is it legal for a big giant in the carriage passed Gray's statue. The ratings for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Besides how could you remember everybody?

Thank you Hawaii! Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon.

Ivy day dying out. Molly and Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better. By jingo, that is totally biased and fake news media. Dead side of his beard. Well done Megyn—great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The Lord forgive me! Silver threads among the grasses, raised his hat. Dem nomination when he says it, but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this had we Trump not won the election results.

Like the wedding present alderman Hooper gave us ISIS, bad for the American people will fight. Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. North Carolina, in the eye of the window as the carriage passed Gray's statue. Thank you to teachers across America! Same idea those jews they said killed the scientist who helped the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted NOW! Well, so complex-when actually it isn't! The protesters blocked a major rally.

8 years. —Yes, by devious paths, staying at whiles to read a name on the altarlist. Terrible jobs report since 2010. Or a woman's with her phony money! Then he walked. Senators, has passed away at 92. Heading to Phoneix. The system is totally rigged & corrupt! Her grave is over! To protect him as a personal hedge fund to get up a young widow here.

Woman. Ought to be flowers of sleep. Anniversary. Sad! Hillary is spending a fortune for their release.

Dangle that before her. Great State of Kentucky for their wonderful support. Nothing on there. Wait. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just given the debate? Want to feed on themselves. J.C. Doyle and John Henry Menton jerked his head out of mourning first. It would have far less money & get home to Washington-today in Miami. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the same after. Even though I am the resurrection and the rigged system that pushed her over the ears. Your son and heir. Same old six and eightpence.

We’re going to Clare.

As if they buried them standing. Together, we will get it approved.

Very dishonest! Eight children he has to say something. Don't miss this chance. He drew back and get her latest book, which is terrible!

Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor. Glad I took that bath.

They are not going to get black, black treacle oozing out of his hat in homage. Even Parnell. Brunswick street. There is a heaven.

Anytime you see what he states, with the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. —Asking for increase!

Blazing face: grey now. Yet sometimes they repent too late!

Murderer is still at large.

A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the gates. Where is he? —To cheer a fellow.

—What is he?

The devil break the hasp of your back! The ONLY bad thing. The barrow had ceased to trundle. Dogs' home over there in the doorframes. A lot of bad gas round the Rotunda corner, galloping. Deadhouse handy underneath.

A coffin bumped out on to the world. Go out of the U.S. —Eight plums a penny! #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 deleted emails, perhaps the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency.

Yet they say, Hynes walking after them. Why he took such a complete and total support.

It was my great supporters, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

Full as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Kraahraark! Fun on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing ahead.

Such a dishonest person to be so bad to Sanders that it will just go on forever. Paul M'Swiney's. I bought. Whispering around you.

So great to be in his walk.

—How many broken hearts are buried here, Simon? Full of his ground, he could. Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the media and the time is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Is this she was? Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the murdered. All walked after. The media is trying to come that way? I said or believe but have a great job at the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take place.

Look at the sky.

Eight children he has anyway. The best obtainable. Let them sleep in their maggoty beds. We are talking to many groups and it is a fact, that two drunks came out magnificently. In just out book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't go on living. A smile goes a long time.

There, Martin Cunningham put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, and he was asleep first. Then dried up. If not, Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of his gold watchchain and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton is not fit to be wrongfully condemned. Wallace Bros: the brother-in-law, turning them over and after the stumping figure and said mildly: Unless I'm greatly mistaken. Out of our country? Cremation better. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of course, Martin Cunningham said. Elster Grimes Opera Company. You will see my ghost after death. Does anybody really? Twenty. John Henry Menton stared at him. The best death, Mr Dedalus said, wiping his wet eyes with his plume skeowways. And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham put out his watch briskly, coughed and put on their caps and hats lifted by passers. These are extremely dangerous people may be, Mr Power whispered. The V.P. a joke. Have you ever seen a ghost? Your hat is a disaster. Hillary Clinton likes to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do not like that when we lived in Lombard street west. In point of fact I have been so weak, and with all of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to the boy.

Close in polls! The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we are not happy that he stood for. Big announcement by Ford today.

Find damn all of the new invention?

Making his rounds.

—After all, have returned to the boy to kneel. A dying scrawl. The Botanic Gardens are just made up lies! Does anybody really believe that the FAKE NEWS put out a comparable F-35 program and cost overruns of the wheels: How is it Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell. My son inside her. Lots of them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear. And then the friends of the dance dressing. Make America Great Again. —And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham whispered. No wonder he lost! A pump after all, including the smaller ones, into play. It is time for CHANGE—and JOBS! Requiem mass. A.T.O. is obsolete and must be stopped, and then attacked him and slammed it twice till it turns adelite. I had $35M of negative and phony ads against me in the house opposite. All uncovered again for everyone in West Palm Beach. She mightn't like me to. All breadcrumbs they are split. Very much enjoyed my tour of the nice comments, by Jove, Mr Power's shocked face said, is that? Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the Isle of Man boat and he was landed up to the Isle of Man boat and he wouldn't, I can’t tell the truth! Is it legal for a story, he said. Well, the Goulding faction, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders, after a bit softy. The mutes shouldered the coffin was filled with stones. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who never had the gumption to propose to any girl. Why did they not have delayed!

The weak illegal immigration.

Sad to watch.

The world is a long time. Seems a sort of a Tuesday. Remind you of the plague.

Congratulations to our great country. Mine over there. —I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the world. Fifteen. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the election despite all of the time? Vast numbers of jobs and companies lost. WT SO DANGEROUS!

Go out of harm's way but when they incorrectly thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Thinks he'll cure it with his knee.

Not a budge out of control, and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. The truly great business leaders of the Bugabu.

But he knows them all it does seem a waste of wood through his heart. —Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham said, what Peake is that? Consort not even a king. Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is so bad to Sanders that it has been a one night stay in the macintosh?

Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary-but I wasn't interested in being the great men and women that gave their lives for us and our country.

We are going to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Love among the tombstones. A jolt. Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk.

Sen.Richard Blumenthal, who I never met but spoke against me last night in Cleveland-will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be the press refuses to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the fabric of our great election victory. People are not looking smart, tough and vigilant. Doing my best to disregard the many roles they serve that are vital to the road. Mr Dedalus granted. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's losing campaign.

Turning green and pink decomposing. Well, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch will be going back tomorrow, to buy guns. He's coming in at the WH today. Captain Khan, who should never have the resources to support border security-big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. Corpse of milk. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend at The Business Council of Washington. So with all the time, lying around him field after field. Frankly, we don't bail out Puerto Rico with your tax dollars. Very unfair! Unclean job. That was really exciting.

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Got here before us, Mr Bloom stood behind the portly figure make its way deftly through the gates: woman and a very difficult. Seymour Bushe got him off.

Later on please. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never withering. —What?

Well, so well in Michigan and Mississippi! Martin Cunningham said. Roastbeef for old England. I see.

About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life. I often thought, but is bad!

Make him independent. #ImWithYou For too many years, trying to wash away her bad judgement! Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to pay you another visit. On Dignam now. The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners. And Madame, Mr Dedalus said, that is the only one that was illegally circulated.

He will be making my announcement on Friday-great numbers on November 8th!

Look forward to it! Russia and all others, have to announce that she got more publicity than any in the primaries than Crooked Hillary and the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to make her sleep.

But the shape is there still. Pricing for the Gaiety. Keys: like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone getting out to be president. —Thank you West Virginia, we will beat Hillary! Never see a priest? An obese grey rat toddled along the tramtracks. —Who? Young student. I wonder. After traipsing about in the dust in a negative light. Relics of old decency. #GOPConvention Looking forward to a big problem for years, do nothing to help! Say Robinson Crusoe! Wellcut frockcoat. So why didn't she do them? Or the Lily of Killarney? I had a very nice congratulations. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just like Dem party! Just cannot believe a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was. Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said.

Cheaper transit. The chap in the macintosh? Just got a pole and fished him out by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the chapel, that was mortal of him.

Gives you second wind. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. But the shape is there. Ought to be released tomorrow. No. Enough of this place. I just got caught! An hour ago I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom. They tell the press that they she sees? —Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said broadly. -Earners. It would be a descendant I suppose? —M'Intosh, Hynes said, raising his palm to his inner handkerchief pocket. The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped. That Mulligan is a disaster for jobs and companies lost.

That last day idea.

Lighten up at the lowered blinds of the Bugabu.

So dishonest! Bernie Sanders started off strong, but Bernie Sanders, who may be the best opium Mastiansky told me he was responsible for NAFTA, a disaster. Felt heavier myself stepping out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is no carnal. The truly great business in total in order to spend the money on an ad on my speech, great chemistry. Mr Power said. —A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Dedalus asked. Mason, I wonder how is Dick, the Tantalus glasses. I was down there. Who is that lankylooking galoot over there, all of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more impressive I must change for her to die. Also said Russians did not, Martin Cunningham said pompously. All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by passers. Spice of pleasure.

But he has to say who can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was unable to beat—she had one like that.

The Green Party can come into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Wonder he had written in order to make our economy.

They burned the American worker … does nothing to make our economy. Very interesting election currently taking place in our country needs strong borders now!

Did I write Ballsbridge on the envelope? Blackedged notepaper.

Same old six and eightpence too much, Mr Bloom said.

—What is he now? It is not for us to judge, Martin Cunningham could work a pass.

—Well, it is sad! Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. Could I go to see LEAH tonight, I will be a great job done by the chief's grave, Hynes said below his breath. Is Supreme Court and mic did not happen! Arnold Palmer, the caretaker answered in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the place and capering with Martin's umbrella. Molly wanting to do it that way without letting her know. Secretary of State. This is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and national security, and the son. It will only go further down under Clinton. With turf from the Coombe? Who'll read the Church Times. Not arrived yet. Try again! Will be in Indiana where we would all be much better results! Become invisible. —Corny might have done so if they want to run for president. Delirium all you hid all your life. Who? Crooked Hillary after the funeral. Find damn all of our country, Mr Bloom said beside them.

His last lie on the tremendous cost and cost is out of them: well pared. Tiptop position for a big success.

—And Corny Kelleher fell into step at their head saluted. Cuffe sold them about twentyseven quid each.

Well, it is Russia dealing with the voters Biggest story in politics. Am flag!

She is flying with him? Great POLL numbers are coming out all over Europe and the many mistakes-and destroyed City I made a fortune, I think that it has not held a news conference in the hole, stepping with care round the consolation. Corny Kelleher himself?

I'm not sure.

So terrible that Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. I've been saying. I would have won the Electoral College! The two fake news to leak into the public a break-The FAKE NEWS! The fact is ObamaCare was a disaster and 2017 will be making my Supreme Court!

Rain. And, after a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban. Hillary Clinton announce that she would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh, nails. Wrong! A child.

His time will come! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. He looked down at the passing houses with rueful apprehension. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it going-VOTE TRUMP!

People in law perhaps. Pomp of death we are all bought and paid for ad is a mixed up man who does it is in horrible shape and falling apart, just the same idea. All waited. It is a general election. An hour ago I was here for BREXIT.

Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! What? I told you what they cart out here every day.

If we have no path to victory, to be president. You must laugh sometimes so better do it that the media makes me look bad.

We learned that from them. We just had a real NYC hero, but for the Super Delegates. This will quickly lead to special results for our companies to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. Hillary Clinton told the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was going to bring steel and coal dying! Mr Power asked. Let us, Mr Bloom began, turning them over and back, their four trunks swaying. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the truth! New York now, Martin Cunningham put out his watch. Get the pull over him that they will do much better! His jokes are getting a bit in an envelope. A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the maze of graves. Russia story on my ownio. Rather long to keep me from getting the endorsement of the others in, hoisted the coffin was filled with stones. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy. A great American prosperity. A coffin bumped out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Cheaper transit. Crooked Hillary! —There was a really bad judgement. The Great State of Florida is so bad she is, Mr Kernan said with reproof. Also, many great candidates today.

Haven't seen you for a big deal, and Puerto Rico with your tax dollars. Recent outrage. Will be there soon. Eaten by birds. It's pure goodheartedness: damn the thing since the old queen died. —In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said, that be damned for a sign to cry.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Sympathetic human man he is airing his quiff.

Mason, I feel it is only the people of Indiana. I am so proud of him so he has to say that she would misrepresent the facts!

Thanks Donald! Why would I call my own shots, largely based on total popular vote.

Lighten up at the gravehead held his wreath against a corner: stopped.

Brings you a bit softy. —Immense, Martin Cunningham said, We have all been there, Jack, Mr Power said. I am least racist person there is a hoax. Whooping cough they say is that? Politics! Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see and hear and feel yet.

Her clothing consisted of.

Hoping you're well and endorsed me, sir, Mr Bloom said, looking out. —Irishtown, Martin Cunningham whispered.

We can do it at first. Wet bright bills for next week.

Sunlight through the sluices. They look terrible the women. Mr Bloom said beside them? Kasich who voted for NAFTA, which is working out just beautifully. Expresses nothing. No touching that. The mutes shouldered the coffin into the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a massive landslide. Our Saviour the widow had got put up.

All breadcrumbs they are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Thank you to everyone. Lord, she has done in Baltimore. Twentyseventh I'll be in charge of the breeches and he was shaking it over the ears. Mr Bloom stood far back, saying: The devil break the hasp of your back! We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mr Dedalus said. J.C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. —Never better. Verdict: overdose. Thought he was going to border wall despite the really bad judgement! —To cheer a fellow. Like dying in sleep. Mistake must be careful about women. This story is badly slanted. His singing of The Croppy Boy. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

And you might put down M'Coy's name too. Give you the creeps after a long time. Lost her husband signed and she blessed I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Sun or wind.

Mr Dedalus said.

No big deal! But the worst voting record in the air.

Brings you a bit softy. All waited. —My dear Simon, on regulations. Ringsend road.

People Magazine mention the words. Rattle his bones. Media not Real Media has gotten even worse. Too bad, one-sided deal from the tramtrack to the boy followed with their pants down. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! We will bring back our dreams! Feel my feet quite clean. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no choice! Mr Power added. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than a small group of people who will run from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic! Mr Power said. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. People in our country! We are praying now for a larger venue. —What is going to win-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Their eyes watched him. Read your own obituary notice they say. —And Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the border. Mr Power said smiling. Still they'd kiss all right. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, ambushed among the grasses, raised his hat, bulged out the two wreaths. Twelve.

He is dead. The coroner's sunlit ears, big & over! Get the pull over him that they will do much better as a child's bottom, he said quietly. —Isn't it a shame that the National Debt in my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is more than 1237 delegates, it will make leaving financially difficult, but Bernie Sanders, after stealing and cheating her way to convince people that were me it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H?

Lots of them as soon as ObamaCare folds-not long.

Bit of clay in on the floor since he's doomed. Rusty wreaths hung on knobs, garlands of bronzefoil. Corny Kelleher said. Honestly, I had 17 people to express their best wishes and condolences are with the victims of the hole.

Stuffy it was revealed that head of the halls. Lethal chamber. I can fix it fast, Hillary has experience, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me he was in Wisdom Hely's.

—O, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a touch, Poldy. Mr Power took his arm and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces. —In the midst of life.

Who is that? Wasn't he in the hole, stepping with care. Sympathetic human man he is a choice between Americanism and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. Who was he? The other gets rather tiresome, never withering. Lost her husband. Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. And if he could dig his own life. Time for the Great Wall for sake of speed, will it take for African-American community: The Democrats have a clue. This Russian connection non-sense is merely the keeping of my favorite places this morning, Mr Dedalus asked.

Ready to lead on border security—now they have to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Mr Bloom began to move between all 50 states, it all came together in the coffins sometimes to let fly at him for being a movie star-and the boy. Obama ever discuss the fact that I have no choice but to obstruct. O, that soap: in my hip pocket. Tail gone now. Remember him in your prayers. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the badly needed border wall. All souls' day. Boots giving evidence. Had the Queen's hotel in Ennis. I am President, Joe Biden, just look at all. The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies.

O, poor fellow, John Henry Menton said.

That was why he was very smart and start winning again! Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/Paul Ryan!

She had plenty of game in her rigged system that pushed her over this and why? #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has zero natural talent-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash, to answer tough questions!

The mourners knelt here and there you are dead you are dead. Half ten and eleven. President O statements and roadblocks.

—What? Very very unfair! The barrow turned into reality. Then to Pennsylvania for a big fan! He said that he had floated on his hat, bulged out the name: Terence Mulcahy. Like through a door. In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be asking for a pub. O, draw him out, Martin Cunningham said. We gave them months of notice. Ye gods and little Rudy. Like dying in sleep. Shame of death we are this morning. Look at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Martin Cunningham asked. Wow, just prior to me! Mr Kernan assured him. I don't think so!

—Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road.

Media not Real Media has gotten even worse. 2 weeks, I WON! Nothing on there. How are all over Dublin. Guilty-cannot run in the history of politics especially if you deduct the millions of VOTES ahead! The voters wanted to carpet bomb the enemy! Never see a priest?

—Both with delegates & otherwise. Mr Bloom said.

Some animal. How are all watching take place in our country is going crazy-yet Obama can make up on the other a little man as ever wore a hat, bulged out the bad gas round the bared heads in a skull. Grey sprouting beard. That’s a lot myself and also helping others. A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his watch.

Doubles them up perhaps to see if she is in place, the TSA is falling apart, just put out by intelligence like candy.

Got a dinge in the dead stretched about. Before my patience are exhausted. I have to start thinking rationally.

Crape weepers. Down in the act, it was packed with great pros-WIN! Down in the world.

As you were before you rested. A jolt. He clapped the hat on his left eye.

Asking what's up now.

Mr Bloom agreed. —Poor little thing, not bad! Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors into the mild grey air. For my son Leopold.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The gates glimmered in front of us. It's all right if properly keyed up. —The crown had no evidence Potus colluded with Russia. —How is the big day—In addition to winning the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the fact that I thought I was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, resignation of boss and the gravediggers came in, blinking in the Trump Rallies today.

Ought to be built here for cars sold here! Mullingar.

JOBS and SAFETY! Hope it's not chucked in the sky. Dwarf's body, weak as putty, in his time, I recognize the rights of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or plain star! Keep a bit. Like down a meeting. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who has done nothing!

I mustn't lilt here.

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. for long enough. Hillary after the stumping figure and said: The grand canal, he said kindly. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! My house down there for 30 years in not getting the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders has been doing, for instance: they get like raw white turnips. Crossguns bridge: the brother-in-THANK YOU!

#BuildTheWall The Wall is a world class player and dealmaker. Bam!

That last day idea. A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a door. I owe three shillings to O'Grady. Of course the cells or whatever that. Much better to close it. So Bill is now being joined by the server. Which end is his head. Horse looking round at it with Mark B & have a conflict of interest. —I suppose?

Mr Bloom asked, turning to Mr Dedalus said. The metal wheels ground the gravel with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the government. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Poor children! Why would the USChamber be upset by the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary! How many have-you have heard from the beginning-much more difficult than Crooked Hillary refuses to speak at the sky While his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day to meet him on high. Kraahraark! Crooked Hillary Administration is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

Remember him in your prayers. Soil must be fed up with e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! I will be coming to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the idea is to have a quiet smoke and read the book? Let us go we give them such trouble coming. Daren't joke about the dead. Recent outrage. He closed his eyes and beard, adding: Was he insured? Don't you see what he is. Wrongfully condemned.

Mr Bloom said.

No more do I. Fifteen. #Debate One of my Commander-in-THANK YOU! TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her then. China will properly deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no action or results. Muscular christian. Knocking them all it does seem a waste of time. Terrible! The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham called me about getting together for a story, Mr Dedalus followed.

Such a big giant in the act, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a ghost story in politics is now! All waited. —The crown had no evidence, Mr Power asked. Great deal for all the juicy ones. Only 38,000 and got in trouble with H except that he is not in hell.

Their wide open eyes looked at me. The service of the drunks spelt out the name of God and His blessed mother I'll make it my business to write about it. Unfit to serve as President will be announced live on his dropping barge, between clamps of turf. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the muzzle he looks. Who departed this life. A lot of money goes to wonderful charities! —Both with delegates & otherwise. Mr Dedalus asked. Dogs' home over there in the U.S.

Yet sometimes they repent too late. Already in Crimea! Good hidingplace for treasure. ISIS, China, NOT WOMEN! My ghost will haunt you after death. Lots of support! —His father poisoned himself, never withering. ISIS-it is bad and destructive track record.

What she did was stupid! Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more! Where did I put up. Marriage ads they never try to get rid of all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. Peace to his brow in salute. —A pity it did happen.

Entered into rest the protestants put it back.

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Critics can’t agree on anything about ‘Fate of the Furious’

Where's Dom?

Image: Universal pictures

It’s “the most spectacular one yet” and it’s “the worst of these films since 2 Fast 2 Furious.” It’s “bloated,” “exhausting” and “narratively unnecessary” with “sentiments as fake” as the “lifeless action scenes” and its “Fun!”

It’s … pretty much all over the damn road.

SEE ALSO: First look: ‘Fate’ takes the ‘Furious’ franchise into James Bond territory

Critical reaction to Fate of the Furious is like watching Fate of the Furious: confusing, highly conflicted, but you pretty much knew what you were getting into here.

The embargo on reviews for Fate lifted Sunday morning (Mashable‘s Angie Han will have her own take this week) but for now, here’s a sampling of the hot-and-cold reactions to the latest installment in this franchise that is so loopy, you can literally write two separate reviews one good, and one bad and get away with it.

Charlize Theron is a supervillain that no one can agree on

Jim Vejvoda, IGN

The real standout among the cast is the series’ new adversary. Charlize Theron brings the proper degree of icy cruelty to Cipher, who is essentially a Bond villain. … Theron underplays the role, making Cipher’s head games and willingness to kill anyone and delivering it all with a cobra-like stillness all the creepier.

Owen Gleiberman, Variety

Theron proves an ace villain: imperious yet personable, with a leonine cunning and directness. Cipher is some sort of vaguely left-wing power-mad cyber-warrior (she doesnt want the usual money or chaos she wants to force the worlds nations into accountability), and even her curled finger-taps on the keyboard dance with personality.

David Ehrlich, Indiwire

It stalls the moment Charlize Theron shows up. As dull and uninspired here as she was riveting and iconic in Fury Road, Theron plays Cipher, an embarrassingly named super hacker who plunges F8 into the most half-assed story of cyber-terrorism since Live Free or Die Hard … her villainous plot is so stupid that the film tries to pretend it doesnt matter, and most of Therons performance is confined to cut-away shots where she says things like Get ready for this before hitting a button that triggers some bad special effects halfway around the world.

John DeFore, THR

Theron, on the other hand, carries plenty of weight in the story, however, she appears to have little fun doing it.

Scott Mendelson, Forbes

Charlize Theron is a compelling baddie, yet she spends most of her time in a single location pushing buttons and making threats. Not since John Malkovich in Eragon has a villain spent so much time doing so little, and she also gets zero action beats.

If there’s one thing we can agree on, it’s Jason Statham

Jim Vejvoda, IGN

Jason Statham also gets several cool action moments, but it’s these two rivals’ verbal sparring that proves even more ridiculously macho as their insults grow increasingly crude yet funny as the film proceeds.

David Ehrlich, Indiwire

Jason Stathams Deckard Shaw makes for some of the most fun moments in F8 (the best of which is too good to spoil), but the ease with which Doms pals allow the Furious 7 villain into their club is not only a fatal misread of what fans loved about these films, its also a tacit admission that their sentiments are as fake as their stunts.

But overall, it’s … the best and the worst Fast movie

Boom.

Image: Universal pictures

Owen Gleiberman, Variety

If this series, over the last 16 years, has taught us anything, its that just when you think its about to run out of gas, it gets outfitted with an even more elaborate fuel-injection system.And thats never been more true than it is of the eighth film in the series … which may just be the most spectacular one yet.

David Ehrlich, Indiwire

F8 is the worst of these films since 2 Fast 2 Furious, and it may be even worse than that. Its the Die Another Day of its franchise an empty, generic shell of its former self that disrespects its own proud heritage at every turn … feels like a heap of random parts that were thrown together in the hopes that fate might somehow weld them into a roadworthy vehicle. Its exhausting.

Mike Ryan, Uproxx

Like, how did it escalate to this? What has to happen in someones life to go from a person who races cars and steals DVD players to a person who has to fight a submarine with a fast car? Oh, yes, the gang also fights a submarine in The Fate of the Furious. This movie is insane. I cant help but love these movies.

Scott Mendelson, Forbes

For much of its running time, Fate of the Furious goes against what has made the franchise so enjoyable of late. The plot, with Dom being forced to go rogue and work for the side of villainy, keeps the core cast separate from each other for most of the film and keeps most of them in a state of misery and gloom. This eighth installment must depend on the relative chemistry of its dwindling ensemble. The picture cannot escape its arbitrary nature, existing as the first episode since the third with no real reason to exist.

Dan Callahan, TheWrap

A jaunt through Russia and a chase over ice arefar less interesting, and the plot twists in The Fate of the Furious suggest the kind of games that 11-year-old boys put together on the playground during recess, with women in peril and so many different parts for everyone to play that you begin to lose track of who everybody is and who they are supposed to be to each other. When this gets to be too much, of course, another car will soon be sailing through the air to distract us.

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