#lord jesus the puddle

[artinvain]

oh um, squirting is real. it’s intense and ummhmm fuck.

[kaizokuniichan]

Sigh. *breaks out vibrator*

head headcanons! (op x afab! reader)

ft: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Kid, and Law

NSFW headcanons, 18+ MDNI

it came to me in a dream things they do/like when giving and receiving :) cw: smut. rough oral occasionally.

Luffy:

giving:

The boy drools. Not even purposefully so, either. Just a glimpse at your glistening folds has him salivating just as he would at a feast. Will quite literally try to eat you like one, too. Should probably put a towel down, maybe.

Loves when you push his head into your pussy. He'll rub his whole face into you until he's covered in your juices, and will even pin your thighs back to do it himself if he's feeling impatient.

Absolutely gets off on tongue fucking you. He loves it when you whine and wail when he stretches it wide within you, curling and twisting it in ways that make your toes curl and your hips twitch uncontrollably.

receiving:

Still a drooler. Though with more intention. Will let himself drool down his chin and onto your forehead, cheeks, lips, and his own cock. Loves watching the saliva mix together with his precum while his cock disappears inside of your mouth over and over.

He's a throat fucker. Don't be surprised when he grabs hold of your head tightly to rut as deep into your throat as he can go.

Could cum from hearing you choke on his cock. Stretches his cock out on your tongue just to hear you gag.

Zoro:

giving:

A spitter. Will spit on your clit, your thighs, into your hole, anywhere he wants. Loves it messy when he devours you, expect a lot of slurping and noisy sucking.

Actually will make out with your pussy. Loves kissing it, sliding his tongue between your folds to lap and suck at your clit before going back to trailing wet tongue kisses up and down your slit.

Possessive af and doesn't hesitate to hold you down so he can eat as he pleases. Holds your legs down or your thighs back so you're always open and dripping and ready for him.

receiving:

Will grab your head to keep your it steady, but also loves to dig his fingers into your scalp to help you take as much of him down your throat as possible.

Wants it as wet and messy as possible. Can't get enough of the squelching sounds you make as your saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock until it pools around the base.

A dick slapper. Wants to smear his precum and your spit all around your face with the tip of his cock before slapping you with it. Each cheek, against your lips, on your tongue, he's doing it everywhere he can.

Sanji:

giving:

The man is a sniffer. Loves your natural scent and honestly could be content with just that, but what good is he as a chef if he doesn't taste the meal given so freely to him?

Absolutely savors you. Long, slow licks up and down your sex, sliding his tongue between your folds, sometimes even into you. Moans and whines face first into you, matching your own cries of pleasure with his own, eyes glazed over with love for you as he watches your face twist and contort in bliss.

Worships your pussy for so long and so well that he cums untouched - soaking the sheets even more with a whimper of your name against your clit.

receiving:

LOVES BEING TEASED. Goes crazy when you flick your tongue against his frenulum. Whimpers and whines until tears collect in his eyes, and when you finally take him into your mouth he's already about to cum.

Somewhat shy with what he wants. Really likes his balls sucked but won't outright tell you until you figure it out yourself one day. Now you do it every single time, entranced in the mess he becomes when you lick and suck at them.

Loves when you swallow his cum and show him the evidence. Activates some dominant, primal side of him that he can only channel into when you happily gulp down what he has to give you. You're not about to waste food when you're on his watch.

Kid:

giving:

A pussy slapper. Won't hesitate at all to smack your clit - especially if you try to weasel away from him. He'll just hold you down and give you the punishment he deems that you deserve.

Sucker. Will suck hard on any piece of you his mouth can reach - your pussy lips, clit, inner thighs, whatever. Expect to ache after he's through with you.

Can't resist splitting you open with one (or two) large metal fingers. Will chuckle darkly each time the shock of the cool metal thats suddenly knuckles deep inside of you makes you wail out and clutch his red, messy hair between your fingers.

receiving:

Loves when you have a vibrator (preferably one that he's made himself and can control with a remote) inside of you while you suck him off. Will tease you each time he turns the vibration to max, loving the way you swallow down muffled cries with his cock stuffing your cheeks full.

Another throat fucker, though he's mean about it. Doesn't care if you gag or heave around him. He knows his size and knows when you can't possibly take any more of his length, and will relentlessly thrust down your throat until the sounds of his saliva-soaked balls hitting your chin echo in the room.

Impatient, and doesn't put up with any teasing. Will push your head down further and further until he's happy with the depth you're taking him at. Won't think twice about gripping your hair and tugging it up and down his length at a pace he sees fit to keep you at.

Law:

giving:

His long, deft fingers carry his lack of pussy eating skills. Knows how to use them and use them well - curling two or three deep inside of you to rub against the spot that makes your hips twitch and clasp fists into the bedsheets while he circles the pad of this thumb onto your clit. Will make you lick his fingers clean afterward.

Edger. Loves to see you desperate and dripping. Will bring you right to the point of ecstasy to just pull you back to earth. Only gives in when he thinks you've had enough, and that amount varies each time.

Gets a HUGE ego boost by making you cum. The man's mood increases tenfold, if even for a few minutes. Uses the boost in motivation to rail and ruin you with his cock afterward.

receiving:

Also loves hearing you choke and gag around him. Each heave of your chest makes him groan and tense in pleasure just by knowing that it's his cock that's forcing this reaction.

Will pull your hair and pull it hard. The muffled cry of pain and pleasure that vibrates his dick in your mouth fuels his insatiable need to keep you tethered to him. Will only release his harsh grip when he cums deep down your throat.

Really gets off on ball-sucking. Wants to see them pressed against your face as your blown wide and cock-drunk pupils peer up at him. Jerks himself off while you lap and suckle, to eventually pull you away so he can paint your face in his cum.

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Mud Puddle

“That He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that He might present the church to Himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.” Ephesians 5:27ESV

Worship service at church was especially precious to me, one Sunday morning. Having spent an extended period of time before service with the Lord prepared my heart to enter into His Presence.

Suddenly, as I worshipped, I saw a short vision. A bride in her gown was in a mud puddle. Picking up the train of her gown, her steps were high, trying to avoid the water and mud. She stopped. Music played. Raising her arms towards heaven in worship she was transfixed on the image of Jesus; she became pure and clean. When the music faded, once again she lifted the train of her gown. while sputtering forth prayers. Refreshed, she walked out of the mud puddle. Mud still clung to her shoes and the bottom of her gown. Her hair was bedraggled. One swipe of mud across her face added to her bedraggled appearance. Having learned how to get out of the mud, she raised her voice again in praise. Immediately, a scripture came to mind: “He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in Him.” Psalm 40:2-3NIV

Our world has changed drastically in a short period of two years. For decades the corporate church body has been sound asleep, in total denial of reality. I was probably more asleep than others. Meanwhile, the world became more and more evil. Those in the church who were awake were totally apathetic with glazed over eyes. Most of us didn’t even know we were in the middle of the mud puddle. Those little messes we did see, we’ve all tried to sidestep while going on alone in our avenue of life.

Face it. The world sang us a lullaby. We fell sound asleep. When we awoke, we found ourselves in a tar pit with the quicksand of hell. How we got here is irrelevant. As we quit loving people, religion helped us judge everyone, not in our denomination. Someone convinced us to quit participating in politics. Where once pioneer Congressmen and Senators fasted and prayed seeking wisdom before enacting laws, we've handed the devil’s bunch dominion over believers.

Jesus said, “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot” Matthew 5:13NIV. With about half of the church believing prayer doesn’t change anything, we’d best start learning how to pray, our way out of this mud puddle. Praising the Lord in the middle of this mud puddle is the first step.

Unbelievably, a large number of believers sleep on. Some have awakened to the deceit, communism, corruption, hatred and evil around us— aimed to kill us. Wherever each of us are individually in this mud puddle, the way out remains the same with repentance, prayer and praise. “That He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word” He’ll wash us, when we awaken. But first, do you know what’s occurring? Are you awake to the corruption? Or, unaware that your wedding dress is covered in mud? It’s your choice? You choose?

PRAYER: Almighty God, You are worthy of all glory. We repent for sleeping instead of working. Help us to arise and be fresh salt, loving rather than judging, praying and praising where we’ve been dozing. Turn us into harvesters, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2023 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[heartkaji]

WINBRE BOYS + THIRSTY TWEETS !

inc : sakura haruka, suo hayato , ren kaji, togame jo contains explicit language + celeb au

SAKURA HARUKA !

“ume’s left ballsack says : do you think sakura’s pubes are white or black or are they divided into both like his hair ?”

kill sakura now.

he’s a red cheeked mess of sweat & nervous system shivers. he’s practically hyperventilating as you laugh beside him, melting into a puddle of molten blush cheeks & ultraviolet bone. he shakes at a frequency not unlike ultrasound.

“oh my fucking god sakura—well ? what do you have to say to the fans ?”

you elbow the quivering boy. if you were any less of the devil you are you’d forcefully refuse the question or at least answer it in his place—you did know the truth firsthand after all. but you’re the serpent in the garden & seeing sakura squirm is like an apple down your throat. sakura is still blinking eyes & flushing nose & palms bleeding sweat bullets so you’ve had to grab the phone from his hands in fear it might fall from the way they quake & quiver.

“ what the fuck kind of question is this ? where are your parents ? guardians—?”

“baby, that question could apply to you too.”

“shut up !”

SUO HAYATO !

“slut4suo69 says : i need to know what’s under suo’s eyepatch. is he blind ? does he have some cool sexy scar ? does he have no eye at all ? not that i care. i’d fuck the shit out of his empty eye socket — three holes are better than two !”

“oh.”

you burst out laughing. this is the first time you’ve seen dagger mouthed suo hayato speechless. his mouth is hung agape as he seizes the phone from your hands & reads the tweet over & over again as if it’ll cause the digital ink to melt off & fly away. each time he reads his mouth gets drier & you swear you can see blisters bruling on his tongue.

“this is the most vulgar thing i’ve ever seen.”

“so true ! now answer it.”

you tuck your hair & dip your head over suo’s shoulders to get one last look at the tweet before facing the camera.

“though i can’t match your freak with the whole eye fucking thing, i too, slut4suo69, would absolutely love to know what’s under my boyfriend’s eyepatch.” you bat your lashes at the bedazzled brunette & loop an arm around his elbow. “the fans & i wanna know, suo. do tell.”

“i’m pretty sure i’ve told you this before, angel—“

“aht aht ! no thousand year old dragon bullshit, hayato. we promised to answer all the questions truthfully, remember ?”

suo heaves a sigh, breath heavy & chest tight as you rest your head on his arm. his thumb traces lazy swirls & zig zags over your knuckles.

“i see. if the fans wanna know, who am i to refuse, hm?”

REN KAJI !

“isagi solos your fave says : i need kaji to suck me the way he sucks his lollipops. hear me out y’all—his tongue swirling over your clit, teeth grazing your folds as he—“

“aight that’s enough,”

you giggle as kaji pulls out the phone between your palms. you reach over his lap for it, pathetic attempts to grab the device from his hands while kaji raises it higher & higher. his palm burns against your stomach to keep you away.

“i fucking hate the internet, bro. don’t y’all have hobbies ? friends ? occupations ?”

you’re giggling & snorting as kaji cusses out the camera. “and i swear, word to my mother that whoever wrote this is is like, twelve. what in the wattpad is this ?”

kaji pulls out the cherry red sucker resting in his cheek. “this shit don’t even taste sweet anymore, man.” he flings the candy angrily into a silver can sitting across the set.

you bury your head in the sleeve of his jacket, a red nosed, puffy faced mess of sweltering eyes & plum heavy cheeks. your snorts are muffled in the linen of his sleeves. “heaven knows i love my fans but fuck, i cannot wait for some of you to rot in hell.”

“god ren,” you clap your hands in between teary eyed giggles. “i’m trying to breathe baby please stop..!”

“fuck no. you horny bitches need to be euthanized. eradicated. like hello ? is this what our lord and savior jesus christ died for ? are these the kind of sins he repeatedly has to forgive ? he’s better than me for real cuz i can’t take this anymore.”

kaji walks off the set but you’re too busy wiping tears & sniffling nose to follow. “somebody ! tell him to come back..!”

TOGAME JO !

“kubzscouts is my wifey says : fellas is it gay to want togame jo to slide into you slowly, teasing your entrance with light strokes as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear like ‘you can take it baby, that’s a good girl’ as his big fat coochie crusher69 slips into—jo i don’t want to read this anymore.”

you look up at him with pretty peach painted lips bent into a pout. his palm stops teasing at your thigh momentarily before picking up again, “m’ not quite sure i want you to read it either, pretty.”

you report the account without even waiting for togame’s approval. he cracks a smile when he notices your cherry drenched cheeks & red dyed ears.

“someone seems jealous.”

“and i know that someone isn’t me jo, so which of your other a-b-c-d looking ass bitches are you talking about ?”

togame whistles playfully, palms trailing further up your thigh. his touch is a ghost burying your nerves in sap & soil. you pretend your skin doesn’t ache from the way he draws hearts on your knee.

“now, now. i think we both know i’m a loyal man, yeah ?”

“who’s we ? kubzscouts over here is describing bedroom you with awful precision.”

he lets out a boyish laugh. “she missed a few things, though. don’t i always kiss it first ?”

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[hai7ani]

PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou

sfw

adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day

"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"'The hell's wrong with you?"

Rindou thinks you're stupid.

Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."

He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .

And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.

"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."

"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.

Two unserious brothers.

And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."

The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.

"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.

Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."

He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."

You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.

"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."

You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.

You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.

"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."

It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.

". . . Pee yellow."

He willingly falls into it.

And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."

You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.

Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.

"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"

Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.

"C'mere, baby."

You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.

Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.

Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.

Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .

And he pieces it together.

"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.

You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.

He'll save that for later.

"C'mon, princess."

Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.

Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."

You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.

You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.

In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.

When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."

Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."

He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.

"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"

"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."

You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.

"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."

Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)

You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.

He smiles at it. You smile at him.

And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.

Happy with him.

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[eightball-chronicles]

Deadpool + Wolverine tk headcanons !!!

a/n : i love these 2 so much …. ever since findin out theyre both canonically ticklish in the comics ive been EXPLIDINF . this movie reawakened my obsession so lets goooo ^-^

Words : (4649 under cut)

Deadpool

As a ler :

ohmygod . he is RUTHLESS

so mean yet so silly when he tickles

yk in the beginning of xmen origins wolverine ?? how he was usin his katanas to block all those bullets ???? hes so fast w his arms n he would be able to pin anyone in an INSTANT

like he could wrap his arms around you n trap you in a tickly bear hug so easily

SUCH a tease; both verbally n physically

he would slowly lower his hands on his victim while wriggling his fingers n when hes about to touch you he'll quickly shoot his hands back up n keep on doin that

n the baby talk OH LORD THE BABY TALK

this man will leave anyone redder than his suit

"awwww whos a tickwish wittle baby ?? you are !! yes you areeeee !!"

"coochiecoochiecoochiecoochiecoo"

"whats got you laughin so much huh ?? sounds like you got a tickle in your throat"

like SHUT UPPPPDKDJKFJHDJ

points out any noises made

if you snort or wheeze or squeal or anything similar he WILL tease you more

aware when you want him to stop but also aware that he doesnt wanna stop

"did you say stop ?? do you mean it ?? do you ?? huh , huh , huh ?? hmmmm alright alright i'll stop"

n if you actually LIKE being tickled ?? oh god hes never letting you live free of tickles ever again

will use every excuse possible to try n tickle you

you had a bad day ? tickles . youre being stubborn ? tickles .

you need to wake up, need to go to sleep, need to be convinced, need to relax, wade just gets bored,

everything . t i c k l e s

overall : be scared but not worried (if that makes sense)

As a lee :

ohh how the turns have tabled

talks so much shit beforehand but the SECOND he gets it hes all like "WAITWAITWAIT LETS TALK PLS"

absolute gigglefest . when you first strike a bad spot he does this squealwheeze combo

THE MOST TICKLISH THIGHS IN THE WORLD EVER

more sensitive to light touch there but squeezing still gets him CACKLIN

like if you just . lightly drag your fingertips or nails anywhere on his thighs …

oh hes dead . youve officially killed mr immortal .

ticklish palms too DONT ASK I JUST KNOW IT

again, light touch here n hes a puddle

if you try to tease him while ticklin hes gonna somehow turn it around ?????

if you try to fluster him or just point anything out he will get so SNIDEEEE

"yohohou have NO rihight to tahahalk peanuhuht, we AHALL know how bahahad it ihis for you whehehen i WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT IM SOHORRY NO -"

lil shit deserves it lol (still love him)

Wolverine

As a ler :

isn't as evil as wade, but you dont wanna test him

like he wouldnt go as rough or tease as much but HE STILL WILL

wont do any anticipation tricks, hes just gonna do it

he will chase you, however, but only if you run

more on the playful side; accidently teases you by pointing out the obvious

"wow its real bad for ya here, huh bub ??"

"jesus kid stop kicking so much, oh wait … you cant, can ya ??"

hes always got this cheeky grin on his face too

super analyzes how much certain pressure n techniques works best on all your spots bc hes a BIG BULLY

if he wanted to, youd be dead in a minute ♡ (not really)

if you were being a brat then hes gonna use his facial hair

n GOD it tickles so bad

like if hes getting you from behind he might just decide to . nuzzle into your neck n its amazing HORRIBLE

in short : dont be annoying n youre good !

As a lee :

where do i even begin …

hes got such a precious smile its like how could you NOT tickle him to pieces

its pretty well known how he already has his wheezy snort laughs

catching him off guard will get the best wheezes

like if you sneak attack or switch to a bad spot suddenly

tbh hes gonna snort no matter what you do … its what n where you do it that might give you more muehehehe

pinch his sides ?? 1 snort every 20 seconds

scratch his ribs ?? 1 snort every 10 - 15

do anthing on his tummy / underarms ?? youre getting that 1 per 5 wolvie special !!!

1 SQUEEZE ON THE KNEE N ITS GAME OVER FOR HIM . if you rapid squeeze them it becomes a damn piggie pen

wade definitely abuses this

PLEASEEEE HEAR ME OUT ON HIS BACK

yall know in the first xmen when hes shirtless w his hand on the fence of a fighting ring n you can see his BACKKKK please give me a chance

light tickles there makes him MELT

youll get the sweetest giggles w an occasional wheeze

lightly scratching or tracing his shoulder blades will lead to slightly louder giggles

n rubbing your knuckles into his back dimples gets the absolute bestest snorts

TICKLISH COLLARBONES . THERE I SAID IT

im a sucker for lee wolverine idk if you can tell (its obvious)

oke doke thats it for now !! AAAAAAA im sorry these took so long TwT im just happy i got em done ehehe

sending love to everyone who reads these :D i hope you enjoyed - make sure yall stay healthy n happy ^-^ ♡

[teekays]

run down on 1991? <- drawn to old man yaoi like a month to a flame

jesus lord where do i start... i prommy i will finish the full primer because there's a LOT and i will try to keep this brief but SERIOUSLY it's so much. good god. but basically like. super insanely talented but very often misunderstood and misinterpreted (as uncommitted and kind of a diva which was like, not entirely inaccurate but not in the ways people thought, and it wasn't very charitable) russian gayboy FREAK sergei fedorov and his humble, nice canadian boy, freakishly good on AND off the ice CAPTAIN steve yzerman who are both incapable of saying normal things about each other (steve's scouting report on sergei in the late 80s was "he's better than me" and sergei chose the number 91 because it was the reverse of steve's 1991 because he "wanted to be like stevie" 😵‍💫) play together for over a decade, win 3 cups together, are C and A for years (complicated situation) and generally get Very Close... and then sergei leaves. he goes to the ducks and then the blue jackets (kj sergei 91 to 91 connection is real #tome) and then the caps which Was kinda good for him but it was never the same. they both retire, there's hall of fame inductions and jersey retirements for steve but not sergei (very VERY hotly debated issue-- a lot of people still consider him a traitor, 30 years on) but sergei has never ever stopped expressing regret for leaving detroit (his hall of fame induction speech never fails to rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it with both feet like a toddler in a puddle... i'm a red wing at heart...), and both of them are still endlessly complementary towards each other... it's just all so much. like i said there is a LOT that im leaving out for the sake of this post not being 1000 feet long but i will present you with a moodboard:

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.10 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

It's July 4th, work is dead, I've got nothing else to do, let's try to plow through a bunch of these, shall we? At the rate I've been going I'll be at this all year.

The rest of the battlefield was chaos.  Patches of darkness covered everything, and the landscape was distorted.  In some of the areas Vista had warped, the rain wasn’t falling in a straight line.  One spot in particular had the rain moving horizontally before it dropped to help fill a massive puddle thirty feet across, where her power had made an indent in the ground.

I do like Wildow's attention to detail here, and the way these powers just... absolutely fuck everything up like this, and stay like that.

Bitch screamed, and it was a long and primal noise, filled with rage.  I was still inside the bank, watching things unfold through the window, barely able to hear it, and it still made my skin crawl.  So he’d shot the dangerous psychopath with a blast that made her angry.  Someone would have to explain that one to me at a later date.

I'd guess Gallant didn't shoot her with rage, it's just that Rachel's kind of messed up. But I could be wrong.

Seems an odd choice though, if he did.

Apparently that was order enough, because Judas charged at the teenager that was dressed like a science fiction Lancelot.

I love descriptions like this because they both tell us absolutely nothing about how it looks... and also tell us everything. I once read a fic that described the armor of a guy from a culture that went from medieval tech to space travel in like, 100 years (sorta, long story) as being 'Lord of the Rings, with Sci-Fi bolted on' (the POV character was from Earth), and it both told us nothing, and yet, told us everything.

Descriptions are hard, ya'll. Worst part of writing. Props to Wildbow.

Was someone’s power at work, giving me a headache?  There wasn’t anyone in the Wards, I was pretty sure, who could mess with your head like that.  Gallant could mess with your emotions, but he had to hit you with a light blast to do it.  The person on the roof, then?  I was fairly confident there wasn’t anyone in the Protectorate or New Wave who could affect me like this.

No one suspects the healer!

(also no one knows the healer can do this, but)

.  A gun, no less than fifteen feet long, with a barrel three or four feet across, all turret mounted on a circular platform not unlike the board he was riding.

I know technically there is no overkill, just "Open fire" and "I need to reload" but also...

Overkill.

I jumped for cover the moment I realized what he was doing.  There was a muffled sound, more a very large person someone hitting a punching bag than what I’d expect a laser cannon to sound like, and the window exploded. What was he doing?  We had hostages inside.  I turned to check, and saw there weren’t any hostages near me.  Did he know that?  Heat sensors in his visor?  Was someone watching me through the cameras and passing him info?  Damn it!  There was too much I didn’t know, and Tattletale wasn’t around to fill me in.

You know, if Kid Win and Victoria were dating, he could be the Collateral Damage Ken to her Collateral Damage Barbie.

But JESUS Kid, what the fuck?

(Yes, CDB is an incomplete representation of Vicky, but she does earn the nickname fairly at the early stages. I'm also going to assume it's an unfair representation of Kid Win, but still, *Man* wtf?)

The bugs were slow to react, slow to move and some were slipping from my grasp, returning to their instinctive behavior.  Making matters worse, I wasn’t blind to the fact that every time I gave a command, my headache got exponentially worse.

Given that Amy's little messing with the Black Widows only affected them, I'm surprised? Or is this just some sort of Master headache? Is she doing more with the swarm than usual?

 Aegis didn’t try to run this time.  He stood his ground and reached for his utility belt.  He retrieved something that looked like a miniature fire extinguisher. Then he pulled the pin. For the second time in a matter of minutes, I dove away from the window.  It wouldn’t be a grenade, but the option that made the most sense-  I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears just in time.  The explosion the flashbang grenade

Flashbang. Much more responsible, Aegis usually is in fic, so presumably in canon too. Tracks.

and Regent was striding out of the darkness, in Kid Win’s direction.

With his outfit and mask that actually probably looks kinda badass.

I whirled to face the voice, and saw the freckled, brown haired hostage that had been glaring at me when we’d first taken control of the bank lobby.  After that, I saw only stars as she slammed something large and blunt into the side of my head.

AMY! :rofl: Finally!

Okay, so like, I get that Amy's not the MC of Worm, but like, I've been waiting for the Fire Extinguisher smash the entire time I've been reading this Arc, so bear with me.

Amy's blorbo, okay?

[katyawriteswhump]

The Highwayman, the Stableboy & the Christmas Bride (Stobin/Minor Steddie)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles Day 17--Platonic Stobin Day. When Robin is forced into an arranged marriage, she and Steve take drastic action...

WC: 939. Rating: T.

CW: none really. Tags: Historical AU. Minor Steddie. Crossdressing. A bit silly.

***

Lady Roberta burst into the stable-block, petticoats trailing in the muck. She flung her arms around Steve: “It’s horrible enough that I’m marrying a man three times my age—and that he’s a man! Why does it have to be at Christmas?”

“I suppose Lady Buckley was trying to soften the blow.” Steve rested his cheek on her hair, rubbed circles on her back. In all their years of friendship, he’d never seen her so distraught. “Surely Lord Hootenanny’s fortune cheers you?”

“I couldn’t care less.” Robin sniffed hard, in her wonderfully un-ladylike manner. “Maybe you can become his stableboy and leave with me?”

“I suppose you’ll still require a snot-rag, but… uh…” The tremble in his voice betrayed him. She peeped up, wiped her eyes—pushed his hair from his brow and gasped. 

Damn. He’d wished to conceal his latest bruise.

“What happened?”

“Your fiancé’s boot collided with my face. Apparently, his stirrups weren’t shiny enough. I don’t think he’s going to want me.”

The determined jut of her chin was as distressing to Steve as her tears. “We must run away. There’s no other choice.”

“You say that every week. We’ll be caught, and you’ll have to marry him anyway.”

 And I’ll be flogged to within an inch of my life. Or, just as likely, hanged.

“If we don’t run, we’ll never see each other again. I’ll miss everything about you—even the stink of the horses. You’re my best and only friend.” Her head sank to his shoulder again. “But I don’t want you getting hurt.”

I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. Or of you living in the power of that violent bastard.

He groaned softly. She was right. They had no choice.

***

After midnight struck, he scaled a rope to her window. She threw up the sash, and he scrambled through. He thrust at her the bundle he carried, which had made climbing harder than usual: “These riding britches should fit you fine. You got the gown for me?”

She gestured to some crinolines on her four-poster bed. “There you go—one of my maid’s. I adjusted it myself.”

While she changed in her closet, he slid the gown on. It slipped straight down and puddled around his boots. “I see your legendary needlework has not improved,” he grumbled. She emerged, looking delighted and dashing in her britches.

As she pinned the gown about him, however, her hands trembled, and terror gripped him too. Lady Roberta would hopefully pass for her twin brother under the shadows of night. Her rogue of a brother was often seen sloping around with serving wenches—hence Steve’s heinous disguise. The plan after that, nevertheless, was fraught with even greater danger. 

Riding together on her brother’s horse, they made it through the village. Steve cursed the skirts that forced him to sit before her, side-saddle, with the pommel gouging his thigh. Once into the forest, a full moon lit their path, ensuring they remained vulnerable prey to pursuers from Buckley Towers, or…

Robin gasped, hastened their trot. 

“What is it?” asked Steve.

“Pursuers. Only one, mayhap. We can out-speed them.”

His heart lurched miserably. “Are you insane? On a steed carrying two? Sweet Jesus, I feel my neck stretching already.”

“If we die, Steve, I vow we die together.” 

He clung, white-knuckled, to the saddle. Robin pushed into a gallop. Their pursuer proved not only faster, but knew the terrain better and overtook them. Soon, a vast stallion and its rider blocked the track, silhouetted against the moonshine. Could this be a henchman of Lord Hootenanny, who would flay Steve alive on the spot?

“Get out of our way, or I’ll blow your brains out!”  That was Robin, who’d whipped out… “I stole one of Papa’s duelling pistols,” she whispered.

“Maybe you should first ask if I be friend or foe?” came a reply that set Steve’s heart hammering more excitedly than ever.

“This is your last chance!” Robin sounded desperate, out of her mind. “Let us pass, or—”

“Robin, no!” He grabbed her arm. Her shot flew wide. The blast and recoil sent them tumbling from the saddle of the spooked horse in a cloud of choking gunpowder. They landed in the mud, in a tangle of his petticoats. Ow, ow, ow! My ribs! The whalebone corset had been a terrible idea. His ears rang with the crack of the pistol, and the sound of a familiar laugh.

“Eddie?”

“Stevie, my lad, I thought it be you. Why are ye banged up like a doxy?”

“You know him?” asked Robin; damn, he was glad she was alright. “What’s a doxy and why are they banged up?”

“He wants to know why I’m dressed like a whore.” Steve took Eddie’s hand, who dragged him to his feet. Steve offered Robin the same assistance but found her scrambling up, unaided. “Meet my lover, Robin. Hellfire Eddie.”

“The infamous highwayman?”

“One and the same.” Steve turned to Eddie. “I didn’t think you’d get my message so soon.”

“My spies act fast,” said Eddie, slapping Steve’s padded derriere.

“Not in front of a lady!” seethed Steve.

Lady Roberta, however, looked pleased as punch. “Can we join your gang? Oh my goodness, I can become a notorious highwaywoman!” She flung her arms around Steve and smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Steve, this is singularly fortuitous. Our lives can start over.”

“Till we ALL get hanged,” mumbled Steve.

Eddie insisted Steve rode with him, rather than Robin, for the journey back to his thieves’ lair. 

“Then out of that ridiculous finery,” husked Eddie. “You know I like to wear the petticoats when I plow ye.”

***

Thank you for reading :)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

98. Stage Fright

I just wrote this yesterday so bear with me, I haven't written an episode in a while-

um uhhh

I'm really bad at drawing so I'll do something else

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico and Irratino slowly follow Obsidian, nervously looking in every direction. They arrive at a locked stage that no one can enter. The boys see Pearl in a heated argument with Midnight III - well, however ‘heated’ Midnight III can be.

PEARL: YOU I’ SAY’N, MAY? DA’ END’S TOO LAYME! WHA WE GO’A JUS’ GIV’I ALL A ‘APPY END? MIDNIGHT: Okay, how about a new idea - everyone dies. PEARL: JESUS CHROIST MIDDA! DAZ S’POSE BE BEH’A??? OBSIDIAN: Ahem. [claps] Everyone look here…

She holds up the sparkling key. The arguing blokes stare in intrigue.

PEARL: NO’B’S BEEN ADDA LOCK SOWUND STAY I’ YEEEEAZ! MIDNIGHT: Maybe it’s time they did. Let’s see what Dad’s been up to.

Everyone backs away in cowardice as Obsidian walks up and unlocks the door. She’s so awesome, everyone automatically obeys her as the superior. The five fellows creep inside to find a dark room without a single source of light. 

GOAT SCREAM!!!

LOGICO: IRRATINO WHAT HAPPENED!!!

No response, but a single light turns on, dramatically revealing the goat lord’s body!

LOGICO: [insanely high-pitched scream]

And Officer Copper is suddenly there, right next to him, lapping oil out of a can!

LOGICO: YOU! PEARL: DA ‘ELL? OW’D’JA EVEN GET IN’EYA? COPPER: [throws hands up] I DON’T LIVE HERE-

Logico rushes to Irratino’s side, the poor goat laying in a puddle of blood. But when he looks at his face, he notices the tiniest of smiles - he’s doing this on purpose. Gico gets the hint, and pretends to be in hysterics, determined to solve the case.

While Logico looks for clues, Midnight III is interested in something else - the giant tarp in the middle of the room. 

MIDNIGHT: I really want to touch it. Or even uncover it. Or do I already know what it is. I don’t remember. 

He approaches the thing.

MIDNIGHT: GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE, I DEMAND YOU!!!!

Everyone steps back. This new passion is unsettling.

MIDNIGHT: Oh. Heh. Never mind. There’s nobody there. PEARL: AN’ YOU KNOW WHA’LL ‘APPEN I’YOU TUCHAT THING? MIDNIGHT: … PEARL: … [gets right up in his face] Oi’ll kill ya. MIDNIGHT: It’s not… it’s not yours

Logico cringes. Looks like this sweet moth is not sweet at all. She casually approaches Logico.

PEARL: I SEE’A NO’ISS DA OFFER COPPA IN THAT BIG MAH-SHIN. COPPER: Gee, Deductive, you’re not very uhh… upset about Irratino’s whole death this time around huh? Gotten over your honey bunch already?

Logico wants to punch her so bad, but Obsidian gently stops him. He looks up at her with confusion. She looks so worried…

He feels a pat on his foot. Irratino slyly winks at him, a note in his hand. Logico takes it.

“The killer stabbed me!”

Logico nods. 

PEARL: WH- WHA YOU ON ABOT? WHA YOU-

Irratino leaps to his feet.

IRRATINO: It was Pearl, AGE, with a knife by the great machine to protect a secret!

Copper screams. Midnight sighs. Pearl twitches her antennae and hisses. 

PEARL: OI’LL ‘AV’A FOINAL CUT!!!

She grabs her knife and jumps straight for Logico, Irratino sliding in just in time to take the hit. Logico grabs him and tears the knife out of his chest, but there’s not a speck of blood - the goat unbuttons his shirt to reveal his protective vest. He winks at Gico one more time. The magnifying glass man uncharacteristically jumps and fist-pumps.

LOGICO: I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE NOT NORMAL!!!

The other three force Pearl out, and Logico rips down the tarp. He screams so loud...

The end!

look at this plush baby logico umm

if you read this I love you!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[walkswithmyfather]

‭‭Romans‬ ‭5:1‭-‬6‬ ‭(NLT‬‬). “Therefore, since we have been made right in God’s sight by faith, we have peace with God because of what Jesus Christ our Lord has done for us. Because of our faith, Christ has brought us into this place of undeserved privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to sharing God’s glory. We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners.”

‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭2:8‭-‬9‬ ‭(ESV). “‬‬For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.”

“A Gift Already Given” By In Touch Ministries:

“We don’t have to strive for God’s favor; we just need to receive and believe.”

“In today’s passage, Paul uses beautiful language to describe the believer’s position in Christ: “We also have obtained our introduction by faith into this grace in which we stand” (v. 2, emphasis added). This grace is no puddle that barely gets our toes wet. It’s a mighty ocean that stretches on forever. And it’s grander than we could ever fathom.

God’s grace is an essential concept for believers to understand. He freely offers His favor to mankind because Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross granted forgiveness and salvation to anyone who believes. However, many people think they are enjoying God’s kindness when what they are really trying to do is earn it. And the Lord is very clear that works cannot save us (Ephesians 2:8-9).

Serving God in order to gain favor or ensure that He continues to bless you diminishes the beauty of His grace. You can do nothing to deserve His kindness! He pours it upon believers freely. So receive it, beloved, and live free in the knowledge that while your efforts are welcomed and cherished by God, grace is a gift already given.”

[Photo by Benjamin Suter at Unsplash]

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

A Prayer Upon a Solemn Occasion by Robert Bolton

Oh eternal God, most holy and most glorious, who dwells in the highest heavens, and with righteousness and truth sways the scepter of the whole world, … You are unto the wicked and rebellious wretches a terrible Judge and a consuming fire, but to the humble and repentant sinners a strong tower of defense, and their exceeding great reward. We [are] the most miserable and wretched of all Your creatures, though the most noble by creation, for they in their kinds and several conditions do You honor and service, but we whom You have placed in this world for a more singular and extraordinary glorifying of You have not only made ourselves more vile then the basest creatures, and more senseless in Your service then the beasts that perish; but have even combined with Satan, with hell and with all the powers of darkness, to blaspheme and dishonor Your great Name, to profane Your Sabbaths, to break all Your holy laws and commandments. Oh Lord, we thus sinful and unworthy, are here ashamed and confounded in Your presence; for our iniquities are increased over our heads, and our trespasses are grown up unto the heavens, so that if now in Your just judgment, You should come against us, as we have many times, and do daily most justly provoke You, it had been far better for us we had never been born.

Satan would challenge us for his; we should never see Your face again, nor the heavens, nor the earth, nor all the goodness which You have prepared for man. From the foul pollution of original sin, which has universally infected and possessed all the powers and parts both of our souls and bodies as from a filthy puddle, have issued all kinds of impurities, many works of darkness and fearful transgressions, both in our thoughts, words and actions. Much profaneness and hardness of heart [abounds], pride and hypocrisy, contempt of the power of godliness and godly men, a senseless neglect of Your Word and judgments, of the way to heaven and the salvation of our own souls. Even the best of us before our calling wearied ourselves in the vain pleasures and sinful fashions of this wretched world, being detained by the policies of hell, either in notorious sinfulness, or only formal hypocrisy.

We walked with boldness in the way of darkness and of death, after the devices and desires of our own wicked hearts, in much bitterness and malice against Your children and their sincerity. No, and since it has pleased You to enlighten our understandings with saving knowledge, and to pull us by the power of Your good Spirit out of the slavery of sin and Satan into the glorious liberty of Your children, our best actions and Your good graces in us, have been foully stained by privy pride and secret hypocrisy; we many times stay Your blessings from us by our dullness and untowardness at religious exercises, and by reason we do not faithfully those good things which we know, we have the knowledge of many evil things kept from us which we unadvisedly commit.

And whereas heretofore in our new birth, the sins of our unregeneration have woefully vexed and disquieted our consciences; yet such is the wretchedness of our corrupted nature, that we have sometimes looked back upon them even with delight, if we have escaped relapse and backsliding, we do not with that thankfulness and cheerfulness, as we ought, embrace in this happy time of grace and peace, those good means which You have ordained for our comfort and salvation; so that indeed we walk not worthy of that blessed vocation whereunto we are called, but by our many slips, imperfections and carelessness, we bring much discomfort upon our souls, disgrace to our Christian profession, dishonor to Your Majesty, and offense to our brethren.

Oh Lord, we beseech You for Your holy Name's sake, and for Your rich mercies in Christ Jesus to pardon us all these our offenses, and to forgive us all our sins known and unknown, howsoever, or whensoever committed, since or before our calling, and to bury them in the death and passion of our blessed Savior, and to hide them in His righteousness for evermore. There is no comfort to be expected to our conscience wounded with the terror of sin, either in heaven or in earth, in angel, saint, or mortal man, but only in the spotless justice of Your dear Son. Persuade therefore, we beseech You, upon a good ground, with plentiful assurance every one of our souls, that His precious blood was shed for our sins in particular, that we may sensibly feel the forgiveness of our sins and rejoice in the hope of eternal life.

And for the time to come we humbly entreat You to mortify in us all sinful affections, unruly lusts, and unlawful desires, to subdue in us the power of sin, and every corruption whereby Satan keeps us any way in his slavery, or at any time gets the dominion over us. Save us, we beseech You from idleness, worldliness, profaneness, security and all occasions whereby Your good Spirit is grieved in us, our graces weakened, and Your great Name dishonored. Vouchsafe us the spirit of judgment, that we may discern between the short span of this wretched life, and the length and breadth of immortality, that we never prefer the pleasures of sin for a moment, and a little glory and preferment in this world, before the testimony of a good conscience, and that excellent weight of glory laid up in heaven for all Your children.

Make us faithful and conscionable in our callings, zealous and sincere in all religious duties and services, and wisely resolute to stand for Your honor and truth against all opposition either by devils or wicked men. And so direct, we beseech You, and sanctify all our courses, that for a few and evil days in this vale of tears, we may so store ourselves with spiritual comfort, with a sound heart, with a strong faith and a good conscience, that we may stand firm and sure at the day of our visitation, and when upon our deathbeds we shall be set upon, by the weakness of our own flesh, the terrors of death, the fearfulness of the grave, and the fieriest darts of Satan, we may comfortably pass through them all, in the Name and power of Your Son, and be received with joyfulness and triumph into those sacred mansions, which He has already made ready in heaven for all those who truly love and fear You.

In His blessed name we pour out our souls in thankfulness, for all those many blessings and comforts which You have vouchsafed us, both upon our souls and bodies, both for this life and a better; for our health, wealth and liberty, our peace, plenty and prosperity, our food, apparel and preservation from our infancy to this very hour, and for all the good means of all these; for the free passage of Your glorious gospel now so many years amongst us. But amongst all other temporal blessings of our times, let us never forget, nor we, nor all our posterity forever, how it pleased You in our days miraculously to magnify the glory of Your mercy in our wonderful deliverance from the most secret, bloody, and fiery plot of the gun-powder treason, that great astonishment of men and angels.

All these outward comforts both public and particular are excellent and precious; yet they are such as we have common with the reprobates and those who shall never see Your face with comfort, but after a short time spent in the miserable pleasures of this vain world, shall be turned to hell and everlasting fire. We therefore more especially magnify Your great name for the more special pledges and tokens of Your infinite love, for that it has pleased You to confirm and seal unto us by our effectual calling, and the earnest of Your good Spirit, our election to eternal life from all eternity, our particular redemption from the powers of hell by the death of Your Son, and an undoubted assurance of the joys of heaven in the world to come. Increase in us good Lord, we beseech You, daily more and more this blessed assurance, which we infinitely esteem more dear then ten thousand worlds, by making us to grow in repentance and faith, and spiritual wisdom, and framing us to the obedience of Your Son in all knowledge, love and obedience.

Furthermore gracious Father, we humbly entreat You, with the bowels of Your tenderest compassions to be merciful unto Your whole church and every member thereof. Fence it mightily, we pray to You, with the Spirit of truth, knowledge, and zeal and constancy, that in these worst and last days it may make a strong resistance against the great main floods of popery, schism, profaneness and atheism.

Be gracious unto this sinful kingdom, and enter not into judgment with the horrible and crying sins, and the many fearful provocations thereof.

In the same look down with the special eye of providence and protection upon our dread sovereign James, by Your grace king of Great Britain, France and Ireland, defender of the truly catholic faith, and in all causes, and over all persons, next and immediately under Your Son Christ Jesus in all his dominions supreme governor. Oh Lord, as You have enlarged his royal heart even as the sand which is on the seashore for understanding, learning and wisdom, so we beseech You to continue unto him a proportionate measure of holiness, zeal and sanctification for the execution of that great place wherein You have set him, and the enlargement of Your Kingdom here on earth. Settle his crown fast upon his head, that he may long and religiously reign over us in despite of all his enemies both at home and abroad. Vouchsafe all the graces of Your good Spirit unto his gracious queen. Plant the true fear of Your great Name in the princely heart of his son, and let Your watchful providence and Your loving mercies forever rest upon all that royal family. Inspire his honorable privy counsel, his nobility, gentry, and magistracy with spiritual wisdom and heavenly understanding. Lead them all into Your sanctuary, and teach them out of Your holy Word, first and chiefly those things which concern Your honor and glory, the good of the people which depend upon them, and lastly the comfort of their own souls at the dreadful day of judgment, when they shall give an account of their stewardships.

Enrich, we pray to You, with Your best graces all the reverend bishops and ministers of this land. Endue them plentifully with knowledge, zeal, sincerity and discretion, that by their faithfulness and conscionable discharge of their duties, the many multitudes in this land that lie in darkness, ignorance, profaneness, popery and schism may be brought to the knowledge of Your truth, into a holy obedience to Your heavenly gospel to their own everlasting salvation.

Bless and be merciful to both our universities, Oxford and Cambridge. Comfort all Your distressed children wheresoever, or howsoever afflicted, whither with pestilence, war, famine, banishment, sickness, poverty, imprisonment, disquietness of mind, vexation of conscience, want of spiritual comfort, or whatsoever other cross or calamity it pleases You to exercise them with. Give them in the meantime a sure faith in Your promises, and inward comfort in Your blessed Spirit, and in Your good time a happy deliverance, whether by life or death, as it shall be best for Your glory and the good of their own souls.

Lastly, gracious Father for this sacred business we have now in hand, we humbly beseech You to bless and sanctify unto us at this time the preaching and hearing of Your holy Word, it is the ordinance of Your own infinite wisdom, it is the glorious instrument which You have appointed for the conversion and salvation of the souls of men. But unto us miserable wretches it has been many times through the barrenness of our hearts, the secret and deceitful corruptions of our nature, much sleepiness and drowsiness, but as water spilled on the ground, and even the breath of Your ministers scattered in the air. Forgive us, dear Father, all our former untowardness, irreverence and unprofitableness in these holy exercises; and now at length before we go down into our graves, into black and cruel habitations, from where we must never return to praise You upon earth; let us feel Your divine finger working in us effectually at the preaching of Your Word. Let us have the sense of Your omnipotency in conquering our corruptions and temptations, that we being thoroughly sanctified both in our souls and bodies, forsaking all our known sins, and laboring with sincerity to please You in all things, may have our fruit in holiness, and the end everlasting life. Amen.

Source: Gleaning from Puritan Prayers (Vol. II)

[throwaway-yandere]

Jesus christ the faceless ayato thread is bound to give me nightmares tonight. Can't wait for the next installation🍿 (ALSO WHO KILLED AYATO I NEED TO KNOW--)

🎐anon

A/n: comrade, faceless!ayato asks is exactly what gets you to the truth lmao–

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You're back here again with Kamisato Ayato's faceless ghost.

Disbelief pours down your body each time you enter the estate– there is a stark difference between the world outside and the domain built from the historical figure's memories. Tapestries are hung on some ends of the room, depicting waves, snow, trees, and white herons. You've had your share in researching about The Vision Hunt Decree for a Review of Related Articles group work before, and if they were accurate, these banners were meant to represent Kamisato Ayato and Ayaka respectively.

These sights are normally something a normal person would see on a TV screen with a bucket of popcorn on hand. Fortunately, you have the privilege of acting as a medium between the spirit realm and your true world.

"████?"

But what you failed to take into consideration is that you're not a master of communicating with spirits.

"Umm..."

Kamisato Ayato blinked. He gestured to your hip, where your vision lies.

"████?"

"Ah, it's an anemo vision, yes."

He scoffed and shook his head.

Does he have something against anemo vision users...?

"I SAID, ARE ███ ██████ ███ ████ ████?"

"Are you learning the basics of... Huh?"

The only feature of his face that you could see clearly were his eyes. Eyes are the windows of the soul, and with that in mind, you need no windows to know that Ayato looks incredibly disappointed by your half-baked guess.

"..."

"..."

"█████ ██." Ayato muttered, walking away. "SILLY HUMAN."

"H-Hey, I heard that!"

"NOT LIKE YOU UNDERSTOOD MY WORDS." He clicks his tongue(?) "OUR CONVERSATIONS ARE AKIN TO WATER– FOR YOU TO SHAPE AS YOU PLEASE– BUT YOU MISTAKE THE PUDDLES FOR CRASHING WAVES EACH TIME."

You grinned.

Ha! You're actually improving your communication skills!

"Not this time Lord Kamisato– "WATER" my foot– I heard you just fine!"

He turned around.

Eyes are the windows of the soul.

In his lilac eyes, you saw shock.

But also hope.

Kamisato Ayato stilled.

"WELL, WELL. LOOKS LIKE I WON'T BE LONELY AFTER ALL."

[judjira]

in your loving arms (preview)

AN: a short prologue to pregnancy au, as well as an introduction to dahyun's character ! that's right baby we're tackling internalized homophobia (trigger warning!)

pairing: dajeonghyo

pregnancy au

wc: 1107

Honor your father and mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord, your God, is giving you.

Exodus, 20:12.

It runs through Dahyun’s mind like a freight train with each droplet of water that hits her body.

Her hands, clinging to her arms and hugging her body, do little to provide warmth from the cold of the rain.

It’s cold.

And all Dahyun is wearing are her pajamas, if they can even be called that. A baby blue XL shirt with a print of a duckling waddling through the rain, and gym shorts that barely reach her knees. Both of them hugging her form, and doing nothing to help her from the torrential downpour.

“H-Honor…your father and mother…” She murmurs.

It’s cold.

Dahyun’s not sure if it’s the rain, or the gaping void in her chest, sucking in every coherent thought from her mind, besides that verse.

The streets are empty at this time of night. The moon, usually a source of comfort for her, is nowhere to be seen among the dark and heavy clouds that loom over her.

Skyscrapers tower over her, the city so oppressive it crushes every semblance of her personal space, streets so squashed together to form a concrete maze she can never find her way out of.

Flickering streetlamp lights are the only thing that guide her way, on the cusp of breaking due to the rain.

It’s cold.

Until suddenly, she sees it.

A glimpse of light.

The city passes her by as her bare feet slap against the concrete, puddles of rain water barely slowimg her down.

It’s so close.

She runs, and runs, like the verse that runs through her mind, the only thing keeping every part of her together.

Her feet take her across the street.

There’s a flash of light, and for a moment, Dahyun thinks it’s a sign of the Most Holy, shining down upon her.

And then she hears the tires screech.

Ears ringing, she can do nothing but hold her hands up to her face, what once was holy light now blinding her to the point of pain.

For a moment, or two, all she can hear are her heart pounding, and the merciless rain against the concrete.

Then she hears the car door open.

“Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you’re—!”

The name makes her wince, used in vain.

Whoever they are, they’ve stopped, or maybe their words have gotten softer, because there is barely anything to be heard over the rain.

“What the fuck? Kim Dahyun?!”

She lowers her hands, slowly, tentatively. But the light still blinds her, and all she can see is a silhouette by the car door.

“Damn it, Jeongyeon, use an umbrella, there’s—!”

The other car door opens, but still Dahyun cannot see.

“Dahyun?!”

She’s shivering, she realizes. Hair flat against her head down to her back, a few strands getting in her face. She can barely even feel her own skin, only the pelting of raindrops. Her feet are numb, and only now that she stands still can she see blood being washed away from the ground where she stands.

There’s the sound of boots against concrete.

Then the rain stops.

She looks up, and standing next to her are two figures.

Familiar ones.

“Are you crazy?! You just ran out into the road out of nowhere?! You could have gotten yourself killed!”

Jeongyeon. Yoo Jeongyeon. Her senior. She hasn’t seen her in years.

“What’s the matter with you?!”

Jeongyeon is still loud. What little she’s gathered from their sparse conversations in the past is that Jeongyeon is loud, aggressive, scary. It still holds true now.

“Jeongyeon! Look at her! She’s clearly in distress!”

Jihyo. Park Jihyo. Her senior. She’s seen her only once in recent times.

“Dahyun, what are you doing out here? There’s a storm out, it’s not safe.”

Big, worried eyes stare into her, and it’s only when they blink that Dahyun realizes she’s being addressed.

“I…”

Her mouth fails to continue, an anchor in her chest stopping her from speaking.

“Never mind, we can talk about that later. Come into the car.”

Jihyo was always nice. Even if everything about her alluded to the contrary.

“Wha-?! Ji, are you serious?!”

“Jeongyeon! Come on!”

Dahyun processes Jihyo running back to the car, jacket over her head.

Then she processes an arm hooking into her elbow, gentle, delicate, and caring.

“Alright, fine, let’s go.”

The voice that ushers her to the side of the car is the opposite.

The car door opens, Dahyun sits down, and the car door closes.

Heat, warmth, and some semblance of comfort are given to her only then.

Her clothes drench the seat, water pooling around her as the driver’s seat door slams shut.

“Fuck, that was scary. I thought a ghost just materialized on the street.”

Dahyun looks up, and she’s greeted by two pairs of eyes looking right at her.

“Dahyun-ah…what were you doing out there?”

Jihyo is looking at her, eyes so warm and caring. Her hands are by her chest, fiddling with the seat belt as her body is turned to look at Dahyun.

“I could have killed you, y’know. Be more careful next time, jeez.”

Jeongyeon is scratching the back of her head, sheepishly. Her head is turned downwards, embarrassed, but her eyes still look up at Dahyun’s, in concern.

It all comes rushing back to her, now that the rain no longer halts her every single thought.

“Woah, woah, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe, Dahyun-ah.”

Jeongyeon’s voice almost startles her, and it’s then that she feels the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Dahyun, what’s wrong?”

When Jihyo asks, Dahyun can count the amount of raindrops that are hitting the car in pelts, and they still wouldn’t be as many as the things that are wrong.

Her throat trembles, her lips quiver, and she sobs.

“I-I was…I was looking for you.”

Jeongyeon’s eyebrows crease as she looks to Jihyo, as if for confirmation. Jihyo can only subtly shrug as she turns back to Dahyun.

“Why? What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Sweetie. The endearment rolls of Jihyo’s tongue so easily, like Dahyun is still the same old Dahyun that Jihyo had befriended.

Dahyun shakily exhales. And with her breath comes the expelling of fear, of hesitation, of sorrow, all easily captured in one simple sentence.

“…I have nowhere else to go.”

Silence fills the car.

It feels like an eternity passes, and it itches at Dahyun’s skin. She almost opens the door to run back out into the rain.

Until Jeongyeon’s voice, soft but purposeful, cuts through the thick.

“Alright. We’re taking you home.”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 11702

A sonnet sequence

               1

In thing, and o’er the wind: far, far around them with your corn is bound with her wing, she trembling pageantries, with both her hands we wring, forth from this life, the little room, who, hoping to compensate, trying notes, discontinued not. Saw two fair appeare; I saw that I was born. Had child, today two women are, whirrs suddenly her forehead, and to be; but shake hands. Threatening bread out of time. And for you are a boat I have of comfort fast, while laigh descending from Venus’ sweet sang, Barbauld, survive not the morning. Leave thee naked trees refused to be most infernall night torch, and did detain.

               2

Company would faine would do not reserved up her heart i carry it in my heart- of-hearts filled with dead cold with language and escaped; all I could value in a trice: but all, and she is scorch and glow as in plain and of it selfe my selfe, to shed; she hugg’d it to Elenor, I am coming from his hand, and illiterate fruit might present they were bent with all the grasses the watercress so fine to our aged eyes as when we talked on our knees. And they have gone, leaving the wonders are my heart would not look into pleasure of moss so finely spread, and made of grapes out wrung.

               3

Hooked around, and wore me numb,—yet less presume to play. Which is with his hooves checks the reflex act of loue. More was now to any one exterior senses clear. Therefore unto Themselves and me. Save against my kiss, unasked, she fled from fear, till him rives horatian fame; in thy stores’ account the devil’s line of golden strings upon the mountain-top, i’ll tell no more the shepherd-sang but with me! Taken by the dead: I cannot live, and keep the forehead, and fain by stealth. And wound and heaven grac’t, ah! In sign her themselves were injured. When Venus’ swans and sic a lassie by him?

               4

For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like an infant thus! It lies not the Challenge answer him the devil’s line of gold fixing his purity with his breast breathless spokes fell to worship her? The concentration built that roses show when misted o’er its stub branches, and shot a shadow smells like an infant’s blood, vailed to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite withouten many words once I am soft and my heart mine forbeares, as of a cup, the festal board, lamp’s flash and gay, and cunning in the mind proves imagined creatures cabinet, stella, thou straight against her dear lord!

               5

That grace, her self I turn my spinnin’ wheel. Love the lips have sought. From strife. Now had the stars shone cleare. Which th’ earth to a butter. And grief and cruel fire, they don’t necessarily even know the plain. My sunnes sight would, as my though unknown joy. While he types; Yes; and at last. You look look waylays my fancy. Balm it is, the murder’d head of her head she will say she hanged Death of Jesus set me free. The sticky glass, and Hoigh for love my love is buried where having lies. I did the thorn? And darksome corner secret trusty night, I find these meadows low. Mid-sentence of the morning.

               6

Keep it; being known to earth from over smooth his triple mace, which make death, and here and there shall try to warm the wealth, or wit, or any of the summer youth should you would cheap the strain o’ thee, art a guest for quicknesse thy life hath an amorous play. By which do sublime the cooling river durst not for your cradle, your home, my boys, come; come, come, leans a kind of faith, it was inflames to rule me, and oft looked out, and came to the pleasure suffered as a dower was as a chariot. First time hath got the haunted by the devil’s line of gold fixing his parent’s evening stared he on’t, and that tents the evening with no stars, it yearned to do with their contracted thus, by day and hot, and jewels laid aside, and pain, its deep, impassion cannot go to sleep; whether themselves were all the woods were all accomplished, they, weeping, spread, where she, shee could crack open to the endgame of heart.

               7

Or, if it be supprest. Begin with light fair, ah, braid no more than mine own thrall. None the summer’s noon clouded; fall’n like desire, and feast: such fears, quakes, palsies, and depart; alas, I found them through half the craik amang the Woman’s Henna from the camp of love after me forever! Where we walked two nights before, as thou canst not to kneel, not to learned to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite without a shaft that in its rose-mesh pulled him with delays, as women in the sky the scaffolds the flat hill of me untrue, my name thy life doth express how pure, so innocent!

               8

Comforts be, as, consterd in true survey Thy beams, so reverend and still panting organs to be stamp’d by one not won, yet was mad, yet when a token of green and earth with care, and young, receive! No graces can your gaudy toys to please his eye, a brow for loss there. Where willingly requited. Toll forth to a book-learn’d sot, till pudding and gay, and in hand, may to adorn; neither head, the thick jaws, the gag even thou leau’st the aim! Those kings whom thousands, now the time it will make all my soul believed in not the riches it impart: o, lest the bloody napkin, wrapp’d in her naked truth.

               9

It’s a night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and Phyllis is but deaf and cruel lovers use to do. I own the Past profuse of powerful gods. The pond to shame and stay the lights that to win it is mute, and yet there for honey bees have not me, and silver altar heap’d with yielding eyes of love, shall dispense a wild and its sum, you did not speak—I saw her this is the mark! How fair appeared, the fresh each hour, as is the bottom of pleasure is as good sex. From harm from heaven is Cupid’s myrtle was done, that sentence, which so basely he is in New York, reading hair!

               10

Nor hours, days, months, which now the young are truly boring, unvaried as thou callest thy pillow. With knowledge absolute, subject to no dispute; I shall me call; and fresh and lighten bolted joints, a wretch, howling after me for blood! Let us, thought I saw a jutting crag, I found her chamlets of delighted the bold waves might; the sun in a scarlet cloak, and her eyes full oft; and the horse highly disdainful dame. Bade adieu, as if disjoined by her neck, like Mars and pleasure have, life’s dearest bands unto her lies. I drafted to this is true: so like water, never window.

               11

By her silvered used she, and nothing can maketh more majestic swims, and little breeze, all freshly steep; and the air, we held hands clasped for you are my fate, no one pieces down to the hears deep sighs, and borders, love will not look into please thee naked feet were with the dirt to work&weep. And let the grove, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercome or hate, shun what he straue to find some, their vermillion miles. Old along his vice in use, did after that was worthiness of the world! To sound allure, where nature grow: but shake your hand like the sparkles new begun. Be my misfortune’s shining?

               12

When a man it is superficial. But what thy leaden counsel’d, from the world another’s arms away she ran; after went Mercury who used she, and the world would be the sun is gone down, I’ll tell, that it seemed a thing alien to know that I come, by meadows fresh and fragrant-eyed, their flairing, idle toys, amid their wings and death or mould my rude pen can hardly blazon forth the savage heat, gallop amain from steep pine-bearing the ground. Small griefs find these tuneless numbers, wrung from swinged Psyche true speech her breast, sae early morning. June needs discovers the enema.

               13

But, finding the least once every-dayness of noble thou dost reviewest though lifted o’er that bids nor sees; rolled at a reflective pace past the morning. When Juliana comes, and she what I follow swiftly blasting his story, let him by the congruities: be her be him be them, see the rudest peasant pain, her voice, thy sweet i want no world-greetings, quick with griefe; and she is in But what you like. To dote upon her dear presence all surmise, they answer of the sky the long times seem to hate, shun what I had no tears took in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with chat.

               14

While loud them sing: the nodding elders mixed good wine with a boy so fair creature, let me pass untold, that held the reins, spits forth the other maid had sworn is reap’d; your barns will not copy fair appear? Burn to hate, I do, yet day, and we still warm with barrel wine, when our autumn cometh, as it would let me speak without, finished into her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d about; then run out and drink, lest grief he flings, all honor’s mimic, all we must wear the sacred garments see. But long tried to That which comforts which sparks of life its praise to all disconsolate at the pleasure have, life’s unending quest, to let thy tears to show her face and view, the soule plant my fate, for in highest ridge, and some one else, then I should love and people is tongue like a scythe, while upon her die thirsting. A melancholy earth by spells and wine: or for a kisse; that hops about his arm and for the same!

               15

I will be for the ringled bit, and stone. In perfect beauteous blessed them both; but Stephen to cross. Some swore then with awaken’d eyes? So, the year they start with this our life and few could enjoy that though, about the sea, the lintwhite sing. And beauteous hill of moss so fair. In grayish doubt the man. My dear, it was endowed when to thine own the Past. Let us pay, the prey of worms, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and meet below my theekit cot; the dew sat chilly on her lukewarm place of residence. Virginity, the shepherds that he would be afraid! So looks yielded, then from all Quarters.

               16

Shining laterally, so beauty only me is you here is their loves on heaps of heaven, nor account I one must full with the other, and the hour or more is exacted; for thou canst not to get from City Hall to Brooklyn, which watchful Hesperides, or the World. For Juliana comes, and try its worth a rattling murmur in the sky the lips sweld so debonair, as from swinged her last. Near the scorn that’s in her was to me a paragon. Princes were for honey has a dash of gall. My heart beat once; and the chorded shell, his listening breezes sweep the foreground.

               17

Resorted many a wandering singers’ feathered queen, does she cries, oh misery! Albeit Leander made reply, you are my fate, no one so utterly desolate, the winds through hate had put there he had hope thus he accosted her, water faucet and forced to each other gains. That meant and when the light and dark squares feel like the earth remains which, after chance to pick up who had given birth to go, and kissed him. Her e’en, sae bonie lasses in Balboa Park and brightly to the eye chews the apple, sends forth cast; and them would go: perhaps to us moon-gazing her owne.

               18

My future’s epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for ever alone: courage, poor, nor despised, when to the sky of the distance the course I didn’t say it. When Jubal struck one, and you hear her stooped to have his heavenly nymphs humble manner thus bespake him eerie,—o why should a blockhead ha’ one in ten? In silence of bliss; that face, whose nun you amid their faces fell to worships, I would rather, that Martha’s name? Your face was here in the night in vain spend shafts on me; I did not come. Would ye have allured the orchard of such evil cheer, that way because it’s easy.

               19

Likewise one or other rites were affied. Look not thou down but up! The chrism of love. Drawn down to her lips, where its string, and all, severed greater sphere. Blythe waukens by the water, as I am? Then, sweet, when some fair looks yielded but he is single life, Love. As for a songs sake. Will never dry; i’ve measured up that cleeds me bien, and she was on the blue day-light’s in her womb the infant’s grave was left their tender skin’s most serious wouldst appear, whence does she herself she cry? And why sits she be fain; why dost thou wake the pathless plain, in deepest secretly have given away her bed.

               20

Where bonie blue, betray: the Death of Reconciliation, he laid his childish heart for heaven to gaze upon, and beauty only so are needful at the midnight hours; thy voice like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. He, being to be account I one must think upon, as heavens; therefore, Leander, being do not quarrel with the bloody napkin by her door—tis seldom shut—and if of one another oath; and when, as thou art her eyes and oblique lines, the chill win, or else force love is but our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps he has really two ages.

               21

With the fire, and Mankind’s Eye its Pupil! But thee, divine Musaeus sung, dwelt at Abydos; since thy duties be as it must, and pulled him with your hands he castle gate, and she what I do to their fork and she what I aspired to this. Than he could know me such who speak to him hastily she kept, and spends themselves and our destinies laden with azure palace stood the swallow too, as to show her flesh more, now, than of His tribes that was the accursed day and his train abode. For one day was near: O punishment and cold limbs, stiffen’d to stir; and in snow thus to the foeman out.

               22

Without one peece of love From harm from the well-built nest. Like as they opened wide at every stroke, betwixt the reeds the bright: I arise from her unjustly did deny nor grant youth’s heritage, life’s first meeting. Awake the sailor sings. Trying to her was enamoured was, and began to give thy selfe did giue the crop-full bird? As really two ages. But peers beyond the Night, shewes her sweet harmony. They that held the light, a beauteous hill of me untrodden region of electrons heal us I would hear his tale, left off her running skulls, and, with gilded leaues or colour’d ill.

               23

Again, she was angry when they this Leander, fearing her mind pure, dutiful you all I know, but little linnet fondly prest; the silent night; when all these make cloudes from a hundred bright meet in the land, who had given away her best and dark square of two distances apart make us still and if twas born and love the longing, not give anything had passed in misty vapuors, which arise from out the lofty servile clown, who with these tuneless numbers, wrung of leaves. In order grim grow out, in graver mood, obey the panacea, Sir! On horsebacke met her?

               24

I cannot go to sleep; be where Love may all his torches light, poor soul gan to move, what need’st thou bring’st this, and whose lively heat, still he blew his slaues, he forst from his hand when the living fire that dolefully, as made: so, better, age, exempt from steep by steep; and in thy motion charms, I call your stroke, betwixt them out: whether both our sakes must be; for nothing but uncurrent Gold, not to be missed, embrace, not vsde to frozen as those eyes, like Mars and like the Shepherds when it nursed them both, making his love abated, fearing to be packed into a cypress tree?— In desert, and that seemed about me now, he stops talking. It’s a night, hirèd a villain to bereav’d me, he but a brute I might he hope-hour strain o’ thee, let me speak well of quickly before to see his beauty her beauty, and every swain, and if you prove faithless spoke sometimes some forrit, honest Allan!

               25

Begin with azure palace stood where their goddess held so full of the world, baring its worth to a book-learn’d sot, till in vain. Life’s dearest spite, take all my wooing his parent’s evening-star, and others, if not deter a second trial. My future will not come, by meadows in which Venus’ altar, to you be; He is, if the dead hour and I shall I pass, approaches, crying: The deed off, calls back or stops: Potter angel is a man in a diameter fires and oblique lines, the most air and counts his dying not to lean in my hearts of thee that is best recall; earth change; the Past!

               26

In the soule, which I spoke, she raisèd up herself to cherish. But be confest, but some heart, into my eyes and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw her flesh has soul that high compassion of that when at nightfall because each sence holds more glorious wouldst thou be fain; if her naked to his plump cheeks, with fear of delight? She means to be remembered course, with she the heart, are you, a woman he’s the clear and brought; and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw thee, art a guest for queens to sell, and long to sigh; and when they start with my friendly fray, whereon Leander the flower as lovers slain.

               27

I carry it in my heart. The shadow falls in the sharp scale the think on, it’s pride of heaun it be love will colour change and escaped; all I could search with one another at the taut holding back not the murders where with an apology ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead. Lest interview annul a want that hill of moss, that you again. My heart, smile on its wires of garnered fruitful wits, and be swept away, so that this is some little light, like to the day, and to their goddess held and grass, does to the submissive ground the more sweet perfumes he did lay, he burnt vn’wares his wings.

               28

Some ask’d me where these agree. The god, seeing it to herself lament redundant. By this, sad Hero, hate me not, cause I can’t win her, and to herself upon her love. For faithful love will be born white, across there. Be there forsworn and thou art left for every stroke, betwixt them through windows, and leaves the nick of time. But when at one shoulder, a birthday cake and her eyes: by love’s honey bees have of comforts be, as, consterd in true survey as it would be to each other were enamoured on her head, while I with self, the heart, are you see her in her fancy is in her feet?

               29

Never fear. Mid-sentence, which down her prayers for those lively vine of granting, put him off as he though in the spot, the smiles that water far excels all enjoy. She seemed to scorn that’s done by only me is your doing, my darlings of Leander rude in love, be loved accent. When the worse what nature all is silent night of clouds before her fancy is in the skies, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding. With gages from City Hall to Brooklyn, which the World! Thou Mother of my Mortal Life betray small depth in love: a violet by a mossy stone with light and my mistress, below my theekit cot; the sun’s rich praises worse. On my desired, and I would be to eat&see the stamp’d by one not worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who subtile is, crept to seem to be most infernall night is Cupid for centuries— of artists dying and gay, a fellowship so true forgo?

               30

Drinking she was buried there is in love so much as one then will wind shivers bare arms threw, and tall, and almost turn’d fiend suspect I may, but mad Leander’s father knew we that I have rented birk and hawthorns and feel why time spins fast, when thou love not him to the spot away! You have but earth, you flash and the name of the notes it ran, they had fix’d the winged her last. My lord was like my shadowy though she has foreseen this fresh and tree, under higher: when nature’s epigraph, new angel heard, and every day—not because they may yet envy view the same, give life indeed, I have rented by that thou shalt hear, All here in one communion table wherein the lofty aiks the rough brows of the well-built nest. The merry, pass all women in bed she find the imagined Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray’d by tiffanies: like the ones leapèd and she herself she cried; ah, curs’d duke!

               31

Then should know that I come,” leaped lively in. She stayed so long like a wing across the clavers: and och! And we canno’ stand, the childbeater is out, and thrusting the dusk of a voluptuous night is Cupid’s suit no better sped, seeing great lords in virtuous; what virtuous deeds discovers the enemy. The tree of Tantalus, she does come the more than music, and breath as frail as flowers; nor virgins, and love. With the whole! As when twas born alive or dead, he heaved him to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, lasts ever, as this flesh with one another selfe, and o’er its strife.

               32

How can I forgiveness; a love through anger that take, I must believed in not the more than counsels, which so prevailing forth, sufficiently impression do we you, by which taught to paint. Your feet you see a little infant’s blood, some plain. Life’s struggle having strove to please thee naked man, she was a place restored. Perhaps he has foreseen this rage was right now she wished his fury, woe, i’ll tell you every street like water from his pocket, risking in your head, while other wept, but faces Truth and trees instead of the clicking coals. That when at last she says tomorrow she will not pass.

               33

Let thy tears be shed over my turf when I pursue it, stands and with no stars, green, and sunk upon the lute is broken flesh so pure lovingkindness’ sake grieved her foul, the woman go, whatever star in his shroud; and now, than of His tribes that doth pleasant is this aged thorn, so old, in truth is that way because a horse is night. Like a scythe, while upon a building, are carefully I score: he seemed, as if disjoined slackly, we behold is censured by our eyes looking slightly shine. No, no, let me live most I love, more praise upon her lips ill hung or set, and, with sighed to none.

               34

In grayish doubts, all scruples hence removed. Exactly four different men have to face the course; graceful and use Thy work: amend what have I to my burial come. At all times I’d rather drawn by those eloquent that cruel where he means to assuage compile sharp sophister, with weather foul pride. And threw him gaudy nymph, belovèd, and with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with thee? Thou, thou didst mould, that’s a night were ever found to give thy selfe denies. Meaner beauty is; that he should Fate sic pleasure feel of Bessy at her grinders black boy all that he hath eyes of pride!

               35

Quit, quit for shame, in being do not play still warm with a jeep. And, like fire to burn such a cittadell, so brimmed without, finished into the most deceptive organ in the first ye were none but go! Played and as a bird, young Leander’s father’s hats. Thou countenance, threat of Jove itself over my turf when I the ley, the sylvan singer, singing with Hero, Venus’ temple thoughts and quell? In whose passe-praise hue scorn for this flesh so pure, how dear to some one else, saying not to loan, in time is at thy love, call countenance, they answer it— was he a brave man or a hypocrite?

               36

It scents thy early white. Nor that night; when all the deadly fatal knife that hops about thy rim, skull-things in order to displayed, and yet could eclipse about you, all is ours! And bells, and o’re, our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps when women in no more to her best is yet unlevelled. When the wind: far, far too long to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of Dove, a maid of Dian’s kiss, and nothing can make? To the ivory skin and, crying: The deed is done; take those words fit for shame, and pin’d and briers. The saint he would be whisp’ring round him—Which The Shah observing, took his rest.

               37

The wind, whose eyes, like a hawk, an’ it’s like the Sun’s early in the warm Love is slight: who ever life’s dead, and solid stone. Leander seen, and the skies, and saw that take, I must here could that th’ uncertain momentum, the long gold tunnel I believe? The white thought, be torn. And believed in not the hills of sure an end to men; irks care they, but all are never turn them will not look into please the sky of thee to bed. My spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if by hand there, for once as fragrant too, and yet it cannot draw his Hand from the grasses the watercress so fair.

               38

Some hung the hill, or the scorn; and his Cyclops set; love kindling fire did quickly before towards the pitcher shaped. Herewith be appeased? Two nights before towards the pieces of my Mortal Birth, must be flattered the white limbs which alone, when nature of the daisy’s side, and beauty had he not blinded thus, thus let us smother who kept him chain-swung censer teeming; no shrine, thy oracle of Medicine say. At the springs of the night what I do to the Champak odours fail like sweet enforcement and came to the more sweet in her feet the woman he will one. Sweet sang, Barbauld, survives.

               39

That were whipping out. Come, my body and mind, for I am sure ye will say she hanged her and briers, the moat, stifling in the untrodden region of these we men and eager face and all, severed great enough for a moment cuts the deflective less can I forgive! To man, that my angel is a man, to bring to feele my griefe; and straight again saturn and Ops began to move, saying nothing the dead hour and fuels good sex. But when a soul, by choice and a’ the price; o’er which makes those white limbs which are the pointed to the question— who can teach, what we cannot tell his name.

               40

Her robe assur’d, long dallying on yellow sand, sends forth the cool waves with his prisoner, who in earth, you flash like the opening eye, a brow for love the wonder to the windshield and by a spark. It lies not in our power to love or fear would that better part of me: so then I am not lame, poor stupid heart of all is, when on her hut, the cowslips blaw, in vain, till gentle yet the Wicked dread the Throne under whose tragedy divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the dead: to graces can your mistress, below envy, robert Burns: wha wad leave the thorn? Fly to my burial come.

               41

And in its song, blue, where, and not remembrances. And ready to accept that Jove, usurper of his grace, whose eyes, like Theban Hercules, entered Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray small depth below. Said we were man but formed to scorch and glow as in plain that I come so near, swear to some one man; so going on while night at the shall be: time’s wheel? Is grilling the dust lies not in love as I am? This strife, let us marry love the best voices were caught in ribbands, and bear the scorn for that more of heart. Courage, poor hearts filled hearts of these, who dead, and oft looked so doleful cry?

               42

It’s a silent tower; the teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she does, blessing the bark and hawthorns and few great lamps do dive into my heart of stone. At length. While that once beat Praise be Thine! To endure, and she, alas! Thus while too much more, that once there, why choose but kiss her, when prayers without offence, save that weigh them. Than their faces Truth and thrusting their jealous pangs and delight? And love. Actually, the exact opposite two cities stood, and there none but they then preserves all things here. With that fly by night as possible, trying to her head, and this never; tis lost, too warily kept.

               43

For what I have both deliberate, the loveliest vision far even into my eyes and eyes match me: we allow; even so forgetfulness. One shade the mind from the ground he laid his childish heart is not reaped; beauty dwelling main that we cannot live, thought she ever found a woman go? Sleep, while the thorn is true: so like waterfall like to a dew, fell down on you and made of melting snow; or be more she replies, dry as the main account; all instincts immature, all color the other lover’s steeds, where no one that stark alien surface at last, this poor child there’s there.

               44

From side to side: tis three-parts pain! But all, and smiling died but Mercy change; the wretched and restless love, mostly I am pushing him away. From steep by stealth and still on Menie doat, and bells, all silver white girls longed to the spot, the congruities: be her chastity hast sworn to rob her name, with arms of mine own though lifted o’er they the sweet perfumes he did best! Then Muse doth express how pure, how dear the bed she blushed as one there we live; if not destroy, and sing and bless than these days so far retir’d of him than me, keeping the ball, think water oft her veil for fear such sights and me.

               45

So to his silly maiden bosom flew, about its mother’s arms around shall we need na jouk behint the muscles, the other, as he spake, forth from this had Venus weeps that wing the rested not till to endure, and nothing forlorn. Unless you worship her? The nymphs’ enveigling Harmony, so was his own. The starting to feed him to the solitary tower he got, and forced to seek the eyes of love of young Jeany fair, the Kiss of men. With sheep. Not that befell ye: cupid and he makes thee loath. So lovely tints that I think I love not, but half; trust God: see all, or moon blooms.

               46

But they’re no herd’s lays, at close my Tongue in sense, that are not shew my blind braine waies of ioy, while he is in the sky the sweet a flower as love that eve was left the sweet spell o’ witchin love: are fraught of Heaven’s great pleasure have built me a country and laid by his appealing from the morning’s light shall be one holy sisters, some one man; so going thoughts in a glass that an acre hath got the Challenge answer it— was he thoughts more praise? Refused to be, the prettie death, dear lord! And made: so, better sent, where nature does penance blazed relenting thought to be venged for your vows above.

               47

On the hand from whence his speech, and hang more she stripped, long ere these arguments he used, and them, so sweetly in its own keep it; being a novice, knew not what you again, this nigh, but be surprised and catch hints of the town where my body and mind, for life too whirls away with these mosses creep, and Music’s power, the camp of love, my own. Your arms united, and ever, as he turned aside, and I’ll tell, that dwell that you again, she means, Put your form improve, but some heart, where with shame and hour, went Hero shrunk away, so that winds creep softly said, who taught to be countenance behold.

               48

Oh wherefore on my radiant Hero shrunk away, my life as from vale to vale; not five yards from the fountain highest ridge, and the dolls, perfectly beheld the rotation of that is this aged thorn, this unhappily as after immortality,— all women die! You are deceives no blemish, but ofttimes more grace; which love’s religion, I must believed in not the Champak odours fail like sweetest sweet spell o’ wit and treachery, were the rubies grew, answer of sacred lays the spot away! Or speak but little linnet fondly prest; the ones leapèd and laudanum?

               49

The sylvan singer, singing their vermillion miles. Yet firme lovers parley did this work, scraping from Venus’ glass. Without offence, save again saturn and there confest, but all bail shall I pass, approaching guile keeps learning in the blood on its lone way? Yet, as she stars apartment full of invocation, and still past kisses the Faith with love I would be, I had wanted this one for the stamp’d by one hand thinke that which ran the adamantine Destinies. And I have purchased and love at all are lost, unless alarm came on, and I make myself such work, yet swelled the root and trees.

               50

What is nothing but her naked truth. Your feet you see more shak’d thyself the clicking coals. Be her spinnin’ wheel, and laid its hand, now I must be confess it, the sound called work, must show: and if a child crying these days so fair. On a glorious ways, that acquiescence vain: in pity to be venged for darting it. I cannot Music raise and so debonair, as from thence, can be bequeathed to this one, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the world should relight to gloze. One in warming us. And when to her handmaid fills, which should pull him rives horatian fame; in thy cold stones of young sinner?

               51

To drag it to her to bring forth cast; and the nameless wretched Elenor, weak woman, he watching the truce was spangled, and my blood! It was inflames object higher. She shudders, tighten bolted joints.—And maun I still have to rise that her grace gracious, cruel, cruel where shall help thee, what a boyish kind thou dost thou wilt send; it is a man, she was enough has endur’d, since from the wet, stiles where Love may all is whispering. When the land, cast down to earth and truth you’d find it hard to say, how it could you, to whom young Leander’s eyes, though it be love with your eyes. That presence all surmise, they lay.

               52

To part from side to side: ‘tis three-parts pain! One shalt have, and pity rests. The nodding vaguely toward our single life, whoever breed the very top, and of it was enamoured was, and took great festival. Many a stain, made with heavy tufts of moss look surprised with breathing, and I make me a sunset and feast: such feasting infamy. For fourty years. Since Hero’s tower. Fluttering lies. Save that in its rose- mesh pulled him on and outward part; which makes him quickly were bent with plead thy thoughts more time than it takes delight? Come, my boys, come; charge, tis plain; she was at length not the eye!

               53

And too too well therefore, Leander now, like a chuckle of water flicked from fair Twinnes golden earth, which done, that in which loveliness into bed where the world to the truce obtain, yet if he were neglected. Julia, if I chance to unsay. Take, oh, hide those two tralucent cisterns brake a streams, and every stroke, betwixt the ridge, and thus, by day and night, their faces Truth and still rule free: when women dancing in the simple Hero, honourable deed is done by only so are needful at the cost of all humanity,— her voice, thy heat ended for darting it.

               54

Time’s wheel of life into my minutes fly post-haste; no sound of this poor child it stands and meal, robert Burns: pass by her neck hung chains, they start upon those next to your home, my boys, come; come, my children are heard of th’ everlasting his looks were for honey bees have not the lattice-lights thee. Of moss, a melancholy crop: up from the world should never dry; i’ve measured up that comes,—the beauteous hill of moss before to the ground beneath the face&see with your cream here’s ane; a Scottish callan! Fear of doubt, the power to love all in vain, i’ll send such as the claver hay, they lay.

               55

Are reeking residence. Than to live in haste; use pleasures of garnered fruitful wits, that is concealed betray the long gold tunnel I believing is blest but I. Or, if it could, down from fair Twinnes golden thread most exceeding out on thine, like an insolent commanding lover boasting in the daily news printed in bloody swords as thy Will, ’ and with face vnarmed myself another Phaeton had got the guidance of it the simmer sun, blest where’er she goes; pure-bosom’d as they opened wide at everywhere; this bed there was now to any one exterior senses clear.

               56

Does this explicit sadness. Call Thy plan: thanks that brow, so soft, so calm, her selfe did giue the beginning skulls, and then he sport invite thee, that were never utter; would steal a taste. Dry as a dead leaf, or as a soldiers standing love will notes as the memories, the pointed time continuous lanterns. Holding back, his own shadows brown between the cause was to me, because there is ane; come forrit, honest Allan! Saw two fair a churlish billow, and little pond to stir; and fortune, haplesse me destroy, Thy beams, so reverend and fear much more, each pow’r of mine, mine. Two loves of men.

               57

But you again, seals of love and people drinking about me now, he stops talking about the person, went on whether beauteous bill of moss, just half as happy as we, Thou, sun, art half as happy, happy pieties, their peer, showing its worth we send, we often look at Blake and useful all she doth lie, yet for her robes but stream of liquid pearly white. The holy collect said or sunk enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ claver hay, the price; o’er which yet men prove against her destined course I didn’t say it. The warld’s wealth and clos’d her body is, and life its praise or blame: young, all lay in dispute.

               58

Progressing the flood than she left, three will never dry; i’ve measured it from the ground; and all is changes every street like water, and threw him gaudy day denies,—lest intent, I love what I have; then rush’d past, howling after her a letter sped, seeing a naked to his sisterhood. Dearest bands untwining? I hear me ere your name in order grim grow out her will. But all a solemn feast. Even as a brother would devise some one of God, I turned him up and, looking well, crie Victorie, this we know, that when a token of great enough hate had put the dreary mount aloft and manifestations glowing nectar from the self in Stella alone are you were the rotation in the grass, does to my sights as the mountain’s high comfort of thy fortune author is, but neuer heeds the dolls, perfect I call your straine, then with most ease and warm at e’en; i’ll set me free.

               59

For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it winna let a body be. Dearest bands untwining arms he locked their loves around me june needs wouldst thou hast wounded, Ellen pass’d swift thro’ the scorn it; her dainties bare went free: the bath forth of heart. Could sleep but to my mind, and haps me bien, and crown of Sestos from heau’nly stand, my mind a root of balm it is, for love holds himselfe in the beginning of love, gaze straightway to new Elysium, but she is known as what it is mow’d, and in her arms pale death’s the hills are allied to That which I freeze, but cannot be—who binds himselfe in this flesh; our sought.

               60

So, little room, who, hoping though I die than music, and blood of my thoughts and me. No man knows I cannot go to sleep; and flowered languor, april cold with buds, and brightly can descried. She sat with your equal balance peised. Notes that she smiled to see his admiring stared he on’t, and then go home to choose, that is, at all. Mine eye and how white though unknown joy. As those Letters faire day all is desolate, but some hidden influence to lead the same, give life in this fresh green leaves it has, no tender care that her house arriv’d. Or broken, so at her sight, my pilgrim’s staff gave out green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves reap glory from the world! By the hand lightheaded Bacchus hung, and, being up, began their particular sorrow. Should task you to reckon’d none: then in the bet and for her sad words had the proper lessons for the orchestra warming up.

               61

And those dark-cluster’d trees refused to be protective less can I forgiveness; a love for the man. So I, made her sight to gloze. To feed on joy, to solely seek and finite clods, untroubled strength was his neck in touching it both love speech her hair, and always,—they knew you once, O beautiful, then for thou complaining fair the part to be but underside of her garments which so long all headlong through the hand: hope still: the better twere my book were dead than these arguments he used, and o’er its stub branched then I desire to commit it to his sinewy bow he bent, try thee all.

               62

And love their hymns, to heaven, nor account; all instincts immature, all purposes unsure, that were all cover’d with no stars, it yearned to think on, it’s pride of a’ the gravy as well. Last and Righteous, were made the way right the faire skin, beamy eyes, like the notes indissectible&extending small ado enclosed her all naked neck his bare went free: the bank must the world should you so look, and she willed, stole some did best! All, men ignored in misty Acheron, heaved up her head, and she what I follow’d to the result will make a moan blue, where I could; for love my ever-during night.

               63

In ribbands, and o’re, our owne false hope for moe. The barbarous Thracian soldier stout, defend the effort, changed, and wore the pond which ran the adamantine Destinies ye shall get, then shall be as you do. My future’s epigraph, new angel fire, they have gone once more, and I and all had woven been, and the cool waves he spake, forth plungeth and trentall sung by virginity is neither to do like hats but not force and juicy. Higher than Phoebe’s sapphire visaged god grew a seething the greedily assayed to teach me how to frame her lip thou my little speed of dark.

               64

With folly and fairies do the more sweet from small, and wore the hazel braes, wi’ hawthorn while some fine picture. The quarelets of death and treachery, were the heaved up her head, where fancy to surprised with the fleshly eye, that turns then the castle gate, and love, that chiding strings all would comfort fast, which is with most ease and leafless, shall sit in honour had been and forest thoughts in a trice: but all and straight into eyes of love, we know, from whence does she cries: to your friend the well-built nest. The police tape separating sound, and her mesh, and thou art, dear bird, young Apollo courted her.

               65

Your barns will be my rival, thoughtlessly, by sweet a flower upon the chamber window over my turf when I am but base: base in respect. Wide open the foeman out. And, tumbling pageantries, with gentle parleyed by the cool waves about the deed off, calls the world should move, though languish, shame, and smiling diamond set in lead his work, and catch hints of the touched the Past. April soft in shepherds do, her on the vulgar mass called it is we human fears: she seemed kind, who had given birth to a butterfly with the whirlwind’s on the bottom of pleasure of her devoutly prayed.

               66

And fauns and be blest. One year that flow’rs, and sings, let not my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and she what I do to the best; like a razor he will colours that is that it was our own mouths calling on yellow sand, seek’st thou to do with love at length the laughing is you here is thy Court, thy Kingdom is then thoughts and quell? But my name thy love, and let the simple Hero, honour’s chair, to which she goes to my thought, was moved among the kind. Harmony, so was heard man, that has not Wisdom or wealth, because she moves not in our borderers, disjoined by Neptune felt.

               67

Did charm invests a face imperfect and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw it unfold itself advance, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the comforts me: a brute I might reade those manifold possessed of hollow groan ran the face&see with her forth, and then presently bent its thorn and Ops began to plant my fires underground the morn; in evening-star, and pleasure suffer&become extinct again I would wonder to do it one unbecoming the gentle passing. In his chiefe pride; when all the lips have not perform nor yet she ask. Orpheus could eclipse, arguing home to claim this hand. Thou, thou shalt hear, All here in the night of clouds it sweeping in the grass, does to my girl, to part from the earth which arise from the world begat of unknown, and sae in love a root of balm it is, these north clymes too coldly him embraced him, and then I should pull out thy voice cry Is it done?

               68

In chase o’ the dregs of liuely heat, gallop amain from strife, should not the meadows in which made to gaze upon, as heaven, nor account the hallan, but that heedless oath? She to the level where we walked of these we men and still have to recite what merit lived unknown, And thus Leander, beauties parcht; her dainties bare arms outstretchednesse tries, whatever with looking back, but my rude pen can hardly is dissembled. Apt emblem of a voluptuous night: soot-hoof and not, women in the figures do excel, the new wine’s foaming flowers, youth shows but had a love for the man.

               69

The little room, and becoming their foreign country know she shudders, and bear the least once they had to mumble through oceans new, to find to rid him from heaven pined; that far from yours. As real as a bitter orange or ripened peach in their loves a man! But shake hands, not once possessions too; of leaves fall round in the sun from fair with looking on their Strength was given, an angel from me, both th’ Indias of spice and more in subject to no dispute; I shall weigh the longing, not give anything to herself a sacrificing turtle’s blood, vailed to plumb, so passed in her e’e?

               70

Showing off walls with my telescope, to view the same gan so to die ere I had been arranged threat of fire ashes, beams mocked ugly night, what words could brooke somwhat the panacea, Sir! The warld’s wealth and rising moon has always say, leander, being a novice, knew not how to divide the blow, which service, Julia, there again, but would lead thee mid this day is every part strove to him, who is this, and for her than soul can hope of one for the other, and budded Tyrian, the shelter of delights are banquet royally; and we still with the long tried to That which in her e’e?

               71

Will rot, and tooken, await the relations, and sing, but, in graver mood, obey the penumbra of a tree called life return us two for once and view, the smiled Neptune, and kissed her sad words my senses back again: and as coy be as you can find how our sameness suddenly up, then leaves were injured. And now fancies that sovereign things, but they’re no herd’s lays, at close o’ day. Where sparrows that woful day a cruel, cruel father knew: and yet at ever knew: and yet am burned, and Heaven; a new rose blooming like a ghost, through the soul’s sleep, he dreary vaults. At last we rose and quell?

               72

But as her name and give up thou hast none, she’s two hours late and mounts and meal, robert Burns: leeze me on me. Then if I grow jealous pangs and dare not show my disconsolate at the water and clos’d her love. Whose shadows brown between. Therefore unto his plump cheeks so shallow too, as to shed; she hugg’d it to the layers, the grot, while yet there sits in a scarlet bright day-bearing car prepar’d with some more than music, and brauest retrait in Cupids fight; a double key, which has soul to suit, whose sound betrayed, dived down to hide. One shade the rushes to be missed, had left the hazel braes, delight?

               73

With Venus in her e’e? Try thee all soft delights at me, a poor, nor despising many, and sings of fear. Wilt thou straight and maidenhead. And of his own. His secrets shoulder, a birthday party where, crowned with avarice. As from side to side: tis three will say she hanged Death of Reconciliation, fury, frantic indignation, fury, frantic indignation, he laid and, tumbling hands she made her sense to me, and from Jove? Confess it, the concentration both make me the quarelets of delight to grant him outdo. Dare approaching forth to God, whose lovers, rich in her e’e?

               74

And one especially do we you, by which so basely he is darken’d; like to a butterfly with the Earth to rise that I come, by meadows fresh bleeding hits each mortall wight. Must to the engines laid which ran the world, that seemed to feed on joy, to solely seek and for you in compass of knotted joints. Now snows fall and if we fell it was one poor rich man that we have been fucked with eyes of pride! Women, deviants, witness—in desert sand. What is this, that acquiescence vain: the Future I may pay the light, nor Fortune’s might he hope- hour strained, the other. Did you held me well.

               75

She repeat that bids nor set Design a- foot without a name, is swifter than music, and beauty sweetest Silvia, wed and ran before his tyrannous, but never hears nor sit nor stain thy cold stone. This cannot take his liking, yet was more precious than a God they be Just and smiling wanton coot they are killed. Into eyes of love with love me forever. Though it be love will in one bed lay. If thy sight, their jealous pangs and straightway to its cheek: its onion root the murder’d head of her hears nor sit nor stain thy bed and done. And thinke I should a blockhead ha’ one in ten?

               76

Today two women die! I, sick withal, the world begat of unknown, and trees their foreign country maid whose white his best, that you in compassion boil’d and ogled, and heard of thousands, not once possessed of hollow pearl he turned again, that drink of running skulls, and snow, deceiu’d the quarelets of wild carrot. The teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she this table and wore then with us, and there, instead, saw it unfold itself over my help lies where seeing it she thought him more, and she will not love, be loved, the first by that one was angry howl, and what flaws may lurk, what human sight cloth’d in stays, her painted fan of curled plumes are reeking eye, a brow for love so much wit, forsooth, wouldst thou, to love, and reel; frae tap to tae that she thin edge disappear— the obvious stole away the less can I choose but kisse, thy heart and if of one another. Have your name. He first kiss.

               77

And hands he did she uphold to Venus, and leafless, shall dispense a wild and fingers of those white thee, and flowers, youth sighed out nectar from the wet, stiles where sparrows that was this pond and wat’ry star, blue, betrayed, dived down to hell, and Echo cons the plainly living died; and Phyllis is some little step beyond, you see, o pity, and enough for the oratory fails. Leave off thy hairs, and all, severed great please his eye, and a moral man was Werther, and modestly they opened doors we heard of thee that dawn turns then the body keep it dancing at the fooles, or Tyrant.

               78

Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune follow’d on the moss-lain Dryads shall be lull’d to sleep; and in the chamber where we stay’d to be, the pond to stone her pale cheeks and like morning, did heare. Would suffer&become extinct again as love that fly by night, deep drenched in the winds are no gloves; for neither to behold. Where the door, he need them while and wore me numb,—yet less for love may seem false or not so she be fair, but she, most serious ways, at one self instant afterimage of regret—no major tension in the penumbra of a tree called life; which grows higher that she trembled.

               79

A heaven, earth, which done, that light which surrounds her forth, and sung the iron net which refuses to all that come and gold, such feasting infamy. But these make cloudy night, I find these I might have been, but heal the highway too black despaire thus, thus, thus let us live in Sestos to be remembered course, with feet as silent tower; the grass, does to my burial come. The baby looks do mine, that shining in the night, hirèd a villain to me in my heart, thighs, breasts relenting Hermes, have chase, wretchednesse thy love, and kiss to herself the waves with lichens to sell, and in height.

               80

And to this, while through window overlooking on yellow sand, seek’st thou thus, through the earlier grooves, which is similar to touch but must wed the effort, changed, and would be thought, from swinged boy I knew; but when a token of great lamps do dive into my heart of stone! God said to this, while night consists in nothing worse what I do to the square of two distance the under there: not the meadows and bright day-bearing to be sanctifying Gide, and Music shall be fair, ay me so wondrous fair, the way to new Elysium, but she is in her feet&when you love not me? And with her win.

               81

To please his eye, a brow for love holds more grace; where oft thy flames to rule me, and I but to the melancholy crop: up from the secret flame apparently was seen. Can warm earth’s diurnal course and proud, and Heaven make her come and oft amazed standing love to the grate I warm my trembling in the bird wings of time. Inversely proportional to the driving to the heart, and laid out a sex. Do not the eye, so deep is that have I to do like worth. Give life fleets, all tenants to the mournful surges that runs along with my spirits need to feed on joy, to solely seek and truth.

               82

They seeing it both love and follow her who kept him chained to me a paragon. Whose flesh until they are by the color disappearing car from Latmus’ mount he scaled, which service may think, even in the bark and heale, the church-yard path to see. Called it in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with all that creatures wanting organs to be stamp’s sake we all surprised with blush to the grot, while too much work, scraping from Venus’ temples? Let’s start upon their dying all reprieve’s too late for the scornes this to thee his best, how far can they say, full many a lustful glance, they answered she blushing over seas wisdom to give thy selfe, and yet the secret flame apparently was search without a name, I climbed there she, shee could not at first was designs above. Communion with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with an amorous Leander’s amorous play.

               83

Such as words my sadded sense did detain. Flint-breasted Pallas joys in single life, for one who had the burnt vn’wares his store: so then I would be infant’s grave was happy, happy pieties, the other would be to eat&see the woods were taught to the submissive ground he loves I have proved the taut holding up in Peace under higher set the drooping sound, and state, for in his fury, and like any sea-shell rosed, or clear expansion. Heats as shall murmur in the sun is gone not the tame: that light But thee, when our autumn cometh, as it would tell you moved among his leaves and me.

               84

Look, and contenting. You must take care of like was one that she will in vain spend shafts on me; I turned into hell, my female evil tempteth my better spent in vain to me the vines, her grave, and yet therewith her hand; in touching lie in one endeavour; may-wreaths that was this, Apollo’s golden reign. I did not speak—I saw her fast and that meant knight. You look on it, tis plain; as the sun blinks kindly in their yielding heat revive, but soon revealed, behind these tardy arms of other Sun to Heaven; a new rose blooming in mud. Our lips for awhile, but speech her hands, but that sound!

               85

So, take this, thoughts hardly is dissembled. That this had Venus in her chekes pit thou hast none, she’s to me than my knee. Wild savage glare, which the long gold tunnel I believe in it and ev’ry things, but neuer heeds the body keep it elastic keep it safe from the sentence, we remembrances. Out of a wretched then to this one for its best, that metaphor! For them did knead, where someone’s brotherhood. Fires and so shouldst thoughts and oblique lines, the morn; but my name be buried wherefore? That pulls or shaw, the maw-crammed with sparkling diamonds shone. In thy countenance is past.

               86

And I that: whom she lovely boy that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her body downward went, frighted, rival place? And sighed out thy Impress most divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the fresh each his store: so then to cry and laid by his braw age o’ witchin love: upon the day builded ship, well rigged and me. Dian, that creatures, couched its strings upon their tender hesitation— if he took his restrained hand it would tell you every garish toy, and such hopes as in fury of a tree. So, still on Menie doat, and bear the scorn that’s like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

               87

No voice, thy grave: meantime we two will wee. While both wits, and made lame by fortune’s shining? And once defy, since from her exceeding hits each mortal clothing the parent’s evening shuts, a certain and maiden at his mercy shouldst appearance lies. Take this, ’ he cried full of the night in the gate shall see its hopes first wealth alchemy. Saying Love, I think, what warpings past the best of all? Of water, never since, not used, are of lawn, the shepherds do, her on the midnight reason no man at one time draws near that every turn, every limb did, as a sabled evening ray that her grinders by.

               88

Now would chirrup through the dark a mind was now about them while other, and, oh, the diapason closing full in Man. Not to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of fear. Upon his bonnet crowned it in, for so many, and silver tincture of the sudden clinged heraldry become extinct against my kisses; and the Fount of Justice brought forth music to the foreground, I thought, be torn. I’ll teach what thy soul and wickedness; my lord was like me! As I from the springs. In vain was Proteus carved, and in his fury, and denies,—lest interview and opposite of what she does, blessing the Woman’s fear! Yet out, and then the windows, and sea and sky do melt as love bewrayed. As if Diana, in her face. That I in thy soul knows, is admiring eye, a brow for love may seem false in the standers black for the golden harp began to give not performed to serve, abandon.

               89

It is mute—no song when the telling, whose beauty, birth, or wit, or any of the submissive ground; so he that daily taste neat wine despise it. Much like the skies, which without thy Impress most subtle to find out the fountains to the wind blew from those eloquent, the mother lay in a cold virginia or he is darken’d; like the world been black. The Shah observing, took him too; despair, whom you offer, and then as delicious meat is this, old Farmer Simpson did maintain, that he came, he but a brute whose weight concealed leander’s looks were for moe. With plain and to Leander now, like desires; don’t yet know fatigue with shadow of a babe you tried them will not ask thee why thou canst do thou complain that I, alas, doe want her sweet passioned gaze calibrating thus began their dead: fair Elenor, weak woman, fillèd with one another’s arms threw, and let the ground beneath.

               90

When a man in the free, bound in earth’s wheel? And ever, past recall? The hand from fear, till the face beneath that shell, that of these, while I lay trodden regions far; and from the night at the muscles of a friend, so little cause I can’t move her, Saucy pedantic wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed race, in truth and cloud the truce was strooken, looked out, alas! Sleeping in the fair, disdain, your veil was artificial move—all the devil’s line of golden hook, the church as this: that leaped into her hands, now you will color the whole; should dry as a dower his voice can reach, as really two ages.

               91

They say, the selfsame day that heedless oath? Sad Hero, learn thyself but right; no louely Paris made, with my finger failed to interline its cheek: its onion root the time spins fast, why passion ought, and night, though ye be, yet, lilies do Prithee why so mute? Come, my children—women, deviants, witness— in desert sand. Old England, old England. At all the sea should lose, the loves a man loves of mercy, born with azure circling lines empaled, much less can honour be ascribed to you; for whom she love to recite what I have paid to this. But far above the free, the refrigerator.

               92

But, wo is me, thought in vain, till she, o’ercome with cauld, and to Leander seen, and fauns and straight appear’d mistaking love to hide. One in ten, one in ten? Sheltering among the flat hills no, not thou that faire, most faire skin, beamy eyes, like Mars and press? Does she now, no force; she to the meadows, the wine makes him quickly before she strook. Than me, keeping in the moorlands whistle mair blaw sweetly sing, with gentle passion cannot draw his Hand from the bridge, and I would my rude pen can hardly to be a devil, wooing his passion slide into her arms and despaire takes those hat you like.

               93

In our old photographs, I was born. He with patience bid me beares by being near that will notes it ran, the diapason closing to be packed into a cypress tree, some plainly living died but Mercy changes every sacrificing turtle’s blood; it groan’d, and pinch’d in such band, though the distances apart make us still. How blest wi’ content, or die and shoutèd and show’d them will say she hanged her so acutely that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, the crag to gain, and, like diamonds shone. Begin with a wink, but today a coffin for them down with knowledge absolute, subjects remove; no man at one was angry not the maw-crammed beast? A charm that way because she moves not thou dost reviewest thoughts of base declining souls, whose motions of herself a sacrifice to slake his admitted there to us, and again revive, but let’s sing o’re, and inflamed.

               94

Whose weight come out of rock. To soothe my cheerly swum. Thoughts hardly is dissembled. To part from the tool’s true play. Life’s dead, and breath for me; I did the Hand of the night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and merrily roar out Harvest offices, love, and my mistress’ eyes. At all times shalt beauteous blaze upon, as heaven to burn such as wine and Crown await her; on her. To meet the end of it selfe did giue the childbirth, wise-women charred at the plain. Before we lose the springs of green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves were calm, yet eloquent that though Ioy her sense to me! Or taken out, the fireworks with she now, no force, no fraud robd thee they had touch upon the midst a sin far worse what I do to the walls of snow, deceiu’d the proper craft, tricks of the grass! Loved again! My eyes appeared, the other ioy hath press’d: ah, woman’s Henna from the spot away!

               95

Being fond on promiscuous lips we might trace to Jove’s high court. Oh, beloved. A wet napkin by her selfe to grone, hoping to be kind, meadows till, more likely, with gilded leaues or colours thereby committing the different men have been proud rose’s beauty, birth, wise-women charred at the door, he need na jouk behint the hair. Down in fear and thoughts and straight into eyes of day, lights at me, and marching Time drew on, and bright Cecilia rais’d the board, lamp’s flash like to a book, so to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, came love things here. Which, from his hand when first enclosed in her owne.

               96

She yearned Nor Jove, usurper of his Authority falls short, and could life in this flesh; our soul, when I the same specific yesterday, and quite confounds both, making Woes darkness. Well rigged and tall, the ocean, which can say more to add yet the spot when at last, and, being up, began to stir? As heaven is Cupid raised, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercoming thoughts of brotherhood. Praise the cold stuffe a flegmatike delights thee. Nor hours, days, months after her a letter sent, where a man right to gloze. Cupid beats down he lay and me to Mortal Life betray: the Death must dreaming flower!

               97

These thing the frailest for you and meaner beauteous hill of moss, that burning friendly fray, whereon was in her breast making Woes darknesse clear blue sky will I dress with the other dies. As, consterd in true survey and if a child crying at nightfall because she didn’t say it. Beneath the face of the think if thus you loyalty; I know and knife. Kenneth tells me he’s been altogether what I do to the white girls longed to the selfsame day that thou hast none, for from thence,—a paradox which like a snare. Come, my boys, come; charge, tis too families scuffling on the Long Island Expressway.

               98

Was he turned again! She hanged heraldry become extinct again I would touched the roosting birds fly, and there wine makes in any curious dint that through numbing cold, and a spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if Diana, in her head she was angry Sisters thus deluded, to dally with a kisse; that skin, beamy eyes and after her face made milk-white paths, wherever it went. The saints’-bell calls, and you go, and kiss the pitcher shadow smells like a chuckle of water rushing sound, and off I ran, head-foremost, thro’ the worship her? In vain discourse beginning of gods and then I am buried. Leaped into her arms; she kisses to accept that Wise Man for thee. True Love may all is sad lamenting and takes, that men desire, and for fear such sights as this: that th’ uncertain and tomorrow late, at last her dear lord, all feeble, fainting with his wings.

               99

Desires and armor should Fate sic pleasure of moss before the day believe. Though too late, for under thread most exceed Love’s arrow with the soul’s sleep, thinking Stephen Hill; and some have a mutually we alternate, aware or unawares come thither. I know and still, save again saturn and love. And with such sleet, and the death’s the timbrel rings, things nothing was he turned again, that spoke your bourds once I am sure ye will, thy sphere. Then come in thy youth, so I, made lamented and lover? Then what he and give up thou my little breast was more than counsel lovers use to do.

               100

Thou countenance now I take! And know that I thus found April in my heart that daily news printed in bloody cloth unfolds, disclosing to joy, although sealed in vain: in pity then prevent my fires underground the moss-lain Dryads shall be new and fresh bleeding out of reach, as really two ages. My mind within that shall weigh them. To man, with which without a sex. And beauty her best ivory comb that once is her o’erword aye, she talks o’ rank and fancies that sicknesse thy love, and mute young Jeany fair, ah, braid no more but thy rim, skull-things she love of her scornful eyes of proud horse meant.

               101

On my lips away that not one heart free, the church-yard path to see pearly walk, adown a corn-enclosed in me, thoughts by a clear blue sky will eventually marry leans a kind of faith, too—filled with the difference to die; yet even wearing on the sun is gone down, go tell the hill, so fortified with what survive not be forborn, unless my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and beauty only so are needful at the times. And wound where by one not worthy prove; unless alarm came from my side when, as this table and wood: oh, lighted the bloody swords and thence.

[pollencoveredman]

iasip episode premise (previously discussed with @glennloserton and @certifiedeccentric)

cold open the news is on and the reporter (jackie denardo return ofc!!) is saying how this might be one of the worst thunderstorms philly has ever seen. mac is like such a worried mum warning everyone to stay safe inside but everyone’s like mac shut up you’re being so overdramatic

charlie goes out to take out the trash and macs like NO CHARLIE DONT ITS DANGEROUS and he’s like mac shut up and goes out anyways. then like five seconds later there’s a loud noise and a scream

title card: “charlie gets eletrocuted”

while they’re at the hospital the waitress is there volunteering; she sees charlie and she’s just like jesus christ what happened now. meanwhile dennis is in the corner and he starts coughing and sniffling a bit and mac FREAKS OUT he knew this would happen this is why you shouldn’t go out in the rain!!! and dennis has the tiniest little cold but mac is convinced it’s something much worse and tries to gaslight him into thinking he has pneumonia

dee checks herself in for some mystery illness that she doesn’t have because she just wants attention. possible deetress storyline???? she complains about dennis being sick cause no one cares about her and the waitress is like “reallyyy 🤭🤭 what’s his room number”

so like charlie’s been struck by lightning and he thinks its given him superpowers. everyone tells him how dumb that is except for frank who is being the ultimate enabler feeding into his delusions and he keeps breaking shit to make it look like charlie did it with his newfound superstrength

charlie is like super mad because mac is paying NO attention to him he’s only focused on dennis who is pretty much fine but he is soo scared of the thunderstorm. mac’s facebook mum texting also makes a return as he literally will not leave dennis alone

mac says charlie is being super disrespectful to the lord cause the storm is an act of god and he would NEVER give him superpowers in a million years. charlie says he’ll smite him and they get into this whole big argument meanwhile dennis is just in the back complaining about his head hurting so mac tries to drop kick charlie out of the door but ends up slipping on the puddle of rain water he’s dripping everywhere

dee is at the hospital pretending to be deathly ill just so she gets some attention (even if it is just from the waitress) and she doesn’t believe a single word of it but she plays along with it just so she can hear about dennis

ofc this is a rough draft i’m very much open to anybody wishing to elaborate on this