#love how disgusting this piece looks too yum

[cosmobrain00]

the kind of love that eats u inside and out

[rize-said-so]

One Piece Live Action: Ep1 Romance Dawn

Gotta come out now.

When they first announced the live-action adaptation, I protested. But then the trailer came out and the showrunners spoke out their love for the series that I became hyped up for the release. And frankly -and yes, I'm still on episode 1, going to take my time with this one- it didn't disappoint. It was actually pretty good.

The sets, vfx, casts, the storyline, and just every bit of detail oozed with love for the source material and I'm happy and satisfied.

This gave goosebumps

I was looking Mingo and the others too

So, this is how Lyffy got in the barrel. Love them filling the gaps

It's a small change but a change I noticed. They changed her saying "Who is the most beautiful' to "Who is the strongest'

They teased with Baroque Works! VIVI! ROBIN! Need My Miss Wednesday and Miss All Sunday

And Zoro's into!

I'm hoping the flashback for Luffy and Shanks go on more.

Yes baby that's how you looked on your wanted poster ten years later

And the moment I've been waiting for

yum yum yum yum yum

He was visibly disgusted on th first bite but lept on eating. Yeah, that's my dumbass captain

Sneaking into marine base be like

Already have wanted posters but I also need live-action wanted posters

A pirate on his first day, a wannabe marine, bounty hunter, and a navigator walk into a bar

Plotting his first crime

Sorry not sorry

Captain found our navigator

Grandpa just wants his grandson to love him

I want one

AHHH! It's my king!

That horror-esque intro was perfect for my king

So far I like this adaptation. The curse is broken!

BONUS

Luffy being Luffy

[untaemedqueen]

The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 29.

Warnings: Fingering, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes), Character Death

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A/N: GUYS IT’S OVER. I’M CRYING. Thank you to everyone who supported this series. I love you all. I’m going to miss Mafia Chim

"GOOD MORNING!" You yell opening up the playroom as cigarette smoke rolls out of your mouth. Kim Shin groans, picking up his head as you smile at him. Your hands place down the tray of stale bread before kicking it over to him and pulling your cigarette from your mouth. 

"How'd you sleep?" You ask sitting in the corner chair crossing your legs. Your eyes taking in his newly missing arm, the blood smeared on the floor evidence enough before pulling an impressed face at Jeongguk's handiwork. 

"Are we ready to talk?" You ask sweetly as if talking to a baby or a small dog. Kim Shin looks up at you with his one good eye before spitting on the floor. 

"Aigo." You mumble before standing up. You pull from your cigarette before walking over and burning it out in his breakfast. The piece of bread hissing as you crouch down. 

"You've been in here a very long time. I'll keep you in here until my daughter goes to college if you want. Or, you can just tell me what I want to know." Shin scoffs before narrowing his eye at you. 

"You already know who killed your parents." He says as you sit on the floor and cross your legs. There was a comfortable distance between you both. You wouldn't dare get blood on your brand new Gucci dress. 

"I do?" You ask tilting your head, Kim Shin hums before smiling. 

"Oh, you do." You put your hand under your cheek before smirking. 

"And who is that?" 

"I'd tell you to suck my balls for it but I don't have any, anymore." The joke was funny, funny enough to making you smile. The boys were deeming this Stockholm Syndrome. Kim Shin was enamoured with you, for some odd reason, but he still won't tell you who it is. 

"You just like me coming and seeing you every morning." You tell him before standing up with an eye roll. 

"I do." He admits looking up at you as he crosses his legs. 

"Shame, after tomorrow. I'm going on vacation and won't see you." Shin gets up to his knees quickly at your statement. 

"You're leaving me?" Sadness does not look good on this disgusting old man. 

"Yes." You say simply walking towards the door. 

"I'll tell you tomorrow, then!" You turn towards him, flashing him a brilliant smile as you clear your throat. 

"Tomorrow, then." You step out of the room only to be greeted by your husband as he holds your daughter in his arms. 

"Hawon was looking for mommy." You close the door shut tight behind you before opening your mouth at your daughter. 

"What's wrong?" You say giving her a pout making her smile. Jimin pushes some stray hairs off of your daughter's face before kissing her temple. 

"She wants a morning bath with mommy. Isn't that right, Hawon-ah?" Your three year old daughter nods before giggling and putting her index finger in her mouth. You grab your daughter before spinning around and walking towards your room with Jimin hot on your trail. 

"Minseok is sleeping." He says tip toeing behind you.

"You should wake him up or he won't take his nap later." He pulls your arm as your daughter lays her head on your shoulder. You stop walking before turning to Jimin and tilting your head. 

"What's the matter?" You ask looking up at him. 

"I love you." He whispers wrapping his arms around your waist. You hum in delight leaning up and kissing him. 

"I love you, too." Hawon picks her head up.

"Love me, daddy?" Jimin chuckles pulling away from you before kissing her forehead. 

"Daddy loves you too, baby." You smirk before petting Hawon's head as she lays back down on you with a smile. 

"I'll go get Minseok." He whispers before patting your ass cheek. 

"Yum yum." Jimin tells his one year old son as he holds up the plastic spoon with corn puree on it. 

"Come on." He tells Minseok as he whines loudly rubbing his small hands over his eyes. 

"Gotta eat to get big and strong like daddy. Come on." He says before smiling at his adorable son. 

Taehyung enters the kitchen before smiling at the sight before him. Jimin in his pinstripe suit feeding his half naked son in his highchair as he squirms around. 

"You want a drink?" Taehyung asks, opening the liquor cabinet. 

"No thanks, just coffee." Jimin mutters before wiping at Minseok's chin with his bib. 

"Fatherhood looks good on you, dude." Taehyung comments pouring Jimin a cup of coffee. Jimin smirks at the comment before nodding. 

"Thanks." Taehyung hands him the cup before pouring himself a glass of whisky. 

"I'm proud of you." Taehyung whispers before leaning on the island counter as Minseok smiles at him. Tae wrinkles his nose before smiling back at the little boy's cuteness. 

"He looks just like you, it's scary." Jimin chuckles before opening his mouth making his son do so. 

"Good boy." Jimin says happily before kissing Minseok's temple. 

"Meeting in two hours." Jimin says to Tae before looking at his Rolex. Taehyung nods before standing up and stretching. 

"Better get the wife to give me head before then." His comment has Jimin snorting as he leaves the kitchen. 

"Let's finish your breakfast." Jimin whispers to his son as his son grabs his finger.

Jimin sits down at his desk, his gun aimed at one of the crew member's heads. 

"Yeah, okay. So what? You just dropped a shipment off without acknowledging pick up? That's millions of cash wasted because of your stupid mistake." The crew member bows his head as Jimin cocks his gun. 

"I'm sorry, Boss." Jimin scoffs before raising his gun. 

"Sorry is going to cut my loss? Or is killing you going to cut my loss?" The crew member presses his lips together as the door opens. Jimin turns his head to the sound as he hears little pitter patters. 

"Daddy?!" Hawon asks excitedly. Jimin uncocks his gun going wide eyed before throwing it in his drawer. 

"Hawon!" He hears Mirae yell. She gasps in delight making him chuckle as she sees him. 

"You're supposed to be napping, baby girl." He chides playfully to his daughter as he pushes back his chair. 

"I want to sleep with daddy!" She frowns as she runs to Jimin. Mirae enters the room.

"Sir! I'm so sorry! She was laying down and then she just got up and ran." Jimin chuckles picking up his daughter. 

"That's okay. Don't worry. You want to sleep with me?" He asks, craning his neck to look at his daughter, she nods into his skin making him smirk. 

"I got it, Mirae." She nods with a smile before closing the door. Hawon lifts her head before looking at Jeongguk who sticks his tongue out at her making her giggle. 

"You should get Hawon's name tattooed on your body. She just saved your fucking life." Yoongi says before slapping the crew member upside the head. 

"Fucking?" Hawon mutters looking at her other uncle. Jimin gives a fake chuckle before narrowing his eyes at Yoongi who puts his hand over his mouth. 

"Don't say that around mommy. Hmm? Nap time." He says standing up.

"Fuh-king." Hawon says loudly, making Jeongguk snort as he lowers his head. 

"You're dead." Jimin tells Yoongi, Yoongi gives him an apologetic gummy smile before slapping the crew member upside the head once more as Jimin leaves.

"Look! It's the guy that taught my daughter her first curse word!" You yell, throwing your cell phone into the box as Yoongi enters the room. He chuckles awkwardly putting his hand to the back of his neck as you fold your arms raising your eyebrow. 

"Sorry." He murmurs sheepishly before tossing his phone into the box. 

"You're an idiot." You mutter as Jimin enters rubbing his eyes. 

"At least someone gets to take naps." You whisper before pulling out a cigarette. Yoongi leans over the table lighting it for you as you lean back in your chair. Jimin throws his phone in the box before sitting down next to you and kissing your cheek. 

"I had a dream about you, Kitten." He whispers in your ear before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. 

"You did? About what?" You inquire flirtatiously as Jimin rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. 

"I'll show you later." He mumbles before kissing your cheek.

Everyone enters finally. Seokjin being the last as he holds his son to his chest. 

"Kid won't sleep if he's not on me." He grumbles, you burn out your cigarette quickly before waving your hand at the smoke. 

"Let me see my nephew." You say holding out your arms. Seokjin sighs gratefully as his son stirs on his broad shoulder. 

"Jisuk-ah!" You cheer, making his son smile sleepily. Seokjin leans over the men to hand you Jisuk before sitting down with a groan. His head lulling back before throwing his phone in the box. 

"I don't know how you have two." Jin whines putting his hands through his hair making Jimin chuckle. Namjoon locks the box before throwing it out into the hallway. 

"Guns." You pull your gun from your thigh before putting it on the table as Jisuk coddles to your body. 

"Aigo. Sleepy boy." You whisper to your nephew making Jimin smile warmly. You were so affectionate after having your two children. He was really the most blessed person in the entire universe. Jeongguk smiles widely before putting his hands behind his head outstretching his elbows. 

"Agendas." Jimin says, cracking his knuckles before leaning over and rubbing Jisuk's sleeping back. 

"I have one." Yoongi mumbles, making you look up. Jimin nods to him and Yoongi clears his throat uncomfortably. 

"So...uh... Lee Oh is dead." This information came from Hyunah about two years ago. He passed in his sleep, due to heart failure. Jimin nods to him before tilting his head. 

"And, uh... You know Hyunah bought the mansion just a few...um... A few meters down the road." Yoongi looks at his hands uncomfortably. You smirk at his nervousness as Jisuk whines putting his face into your neck. 

"I know...I know." You whisper before kissing his forehead. Yoongi looks up quickly at the noise before rubbing his hands together. 

"Go ahead." Jimin says before putting his hand on your knee. 

"I was gonna ask if uh..If I could move in with Hyunah...So...Yeah." You smirk before looking at Jimin. Jimin nods before leaning back in her chair. 

"Of course you can hyung." He says before smiling, Yoongi gives a tight lipped smile before nodding. 

"Thanks."

"What else?" Jimin asks before looking across the table at Taehyung and raising his eyebrows, Taehyung clears his throat furrowing his eyebrows before leaning forward raising his pointer finger. 

"Hyejin is pregnant." You gasp loudly before smiling. She's been wanting a baby since they got married three years ago. You squeal happily stamping your feet on the floor. Taehyung chuckles before putting his cheek on his hand. 

"Congratulations." Namjoon says, shaking Taehyung's shoulders. Tae gives an embarrassed laugh before nodding. 

"Thank you." You giggle happily before clapping as Jimin smirks. 

"Get ready to not sleep." He tells Taehyung before Seokjin nods. 

"Yeah, you better make Hyejin put the kid to bed at a good time and make her fucking sleep throughout the night instead of her getting up and putting her finger under his nose every hour to make sure he's alive." Seokjin rants before closing his eyes, making you snort. 

You don't delve into Jin and your sister's marriage, it's not your place. But, they don't seem the happiest and there have been a few accounts as you've gone through the books for your girls that look off. As if Jin has been erasing his name from the computer. Very suspicious. 

"Business?" Jimin asks and you nod sitting forward.

"Jina is going to take over the books instead of going out for affairs from now on, so if you have any questions about the girls you can ask her. Looking after the girls, the kids, getting the casino started. It's a lot." Jimin hums in agreement rubbing your upper back as he sits back. 

"How's the casino coming anyway?" Jeongguk asks, dancing his knife between his fingers. 

"The Bird Cage is coming together nicely." Jimin smirks at the name before leaning over and kissing your cheek. 

"Anything else?" Seokjin looks over at his son before turning on the t.v. 

"Kwon Jijoon. He's been giving the Byun's some grief lately. They're asking for help. Kwon Jijoon in his past has picked a shipment of ours many years ago." Jimin tilts his head as his picture comes up before a knock comes at the door. 

"Mommy?" Your daughter whines through the door making you smile. Jimin stands up quickly walking around the table before opening the door. Hawon makes her presence known as the guys put away their guns. 

"Mommy?" Hawon asks, craning her head around Jimin's leg as she hugs it. You giggle sitting up straight. 

"Yes, baby?" Jeongguk wrinkles his nose happily as his niece smiles, shaking her body. 

"I miss you." She whispers, getting embarrassed in front of her crush. Hawon has just realized this year how big of an impact Hoseok has on her senses. Her eyes and ears are always enraptured when he's around. You stand tall before walking past the guys, Jeongguk grabs your gun for you before clearing his throat. 

"Hi Hawon-ah." Hoseok whispers cutely, she shoves her face into Jimin's pinstripe pants making him chuckle. You hand Jin his son before groaning as you pick up your own child. 

"I missed you too." You whisper before kissing her forehead. 

"I'll see you guys later." You tell them before tickling Hawon as you walk to her room.

Jimin leans on the doorway before chuckling and shutting the door behind him. 

"Kill him." He says before cracking his neck and walking back to his seat. 

"It's your anniversary tomorrow." Namjoon comments leaning back in his chair as Jimin sits back down. Jimin hums in agreement as the screen flicks to the warehouses. 

"I'm taking Y/N to the house in Busan." He says before putting his feet up on the table leaning his body against the metal wall. 

"Without the kids?" Jimin rubs his hands before smirking.

"Without the kids." 

"So we'll have another baby around soon." Taehyung teases making Jimin smirk as he looks up at the screen, he nods once. 

"What else is on the agenda?"

Jimin throws his dress shirt on the chair before walking over to the liquor caddy and pouring two glasses of whisky. His eyes glancing over the room before looking at the kitten painting on the wall. He smirks before sitting on the edge of the bed, his head tilted as he stares at the kitten's paw. The bedroom door opens, you were in your silken gold nightgown. Your freshly washed hair falling in rivets down your back as Jimin smiles. He holds up your glass of whisky before licking his lips. 

"Hi, gorgeous." His melodic voice echoing throughout your bedroom as you smile. 

"Hi Daddy." Jimin groans in agreement before standing up and padding over to you. You grab the glass of whisky as he shuts the door. 

"Babies okay?" He asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. You nod hugging him tight making him chuckle. His nose burying in your strawberry scented hair as he closes his eyes. 

"I love you." He mumbles before kissing your head. 

"I love you, too." He pulls away only to caress your cheek, his tongue running over his plump lips. You sip your whisky as he pulls you over to the bed. 

He sits down, his eyes on the clock as it hits twelve. "Happy anniversary, Kitten." 

You lift your nightgown before straddling him. His eyes on yours as he downs his whisky in a flash. 

"Happy anniversary, baby." Jimin smiles before intertwining your fingers. His gaze falling on your rings as they shine in the dull moonlighted room. His hand caresses your thigh at a lazy pace, kneading your flesh as he pulls you closer to him. You grab his glass before setting it down on the bedside table. 

"Oh, my Kitten." He whispers before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back making you giggle. Your hands grabbing at his hair as he crawls over you. He was always sexy, so charming and alluring. So perfect and so completely yours. 

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He whispers caressing your neck with his thumb. His bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he sits up. It was a gorgeous love that the both of you share. So completely entranced in one another, always. Jimin leans down his lips pressing against yours as he pushes up your nightgown. His hands running up your thighs before smirking against your lips. 

"No underwear?" He mumbles rubbing at your bare hips, you giggle against him as he pulls away. "Sit up." Your nightgown getting discarded as your hands run over his eight pack, the muscles flexing as he sits up fully on his knees. His eyelids are lowering as he takes in your body. 

"Shit." His lips are back on yours, moving with a frenzied pace as he rubs at your breasts. His fingertips pinching and rolling your nipples as you mewl into his mouth. 

"You get my cock so fucking hard." He mutters as his lips trail down your neck, his lips suckling brilliant patches of pinks and reds as he flicks your nipples. Your head lulls back as you whimper his name.

"I love when you say my name. I never loved my name more until I met you." You smile as he kisses down. His tongue licking over your now hard nipples. 

"Fuck! Daddy!" Jimin's eyes close as he relishes in your voice. His hands spread your knees, situating himself between them. 

"Pussy wet for Daddy? Hmm?" He asks letting his lips trail lower, his actions stopping to kiss at your belly button before continuing. His fingers tease at your slit, his tongue licking at your lips as you whimper. Your hips buck up in anticipation making Jimin click his teeth. 

"Be a good girl." You bite your bottom lip as he continues to tease. Pressing gentle kisses against your pussy lips, his tongue giving small kitten licks to your clit making you whine. 

"Please Daddy, please." Jimin smiles as he fingers at your entrance. 

"What do you want, Kitten?" "I want you to make me feel good! I want your mouth." Jimin hums playfully before suckling at your clit. 

"You do? You want Daddy to eat out your pink little pussy?" You moan before nodding and looking down at him. 

"Yes, Daddy." He licks a flat stripe over your cunt that has your body sagging down on the bed. 

"Christ, you're fucking soaked." He mumbles before suckling harshly at your clit. His middle finger enters you as you moan loudly putting your hand over your mouth.  

"Fuck, so tight. Even after you gave me my two beautiful children." He mutters, fingering you faster. Jimin moans at your sweet taste, his eyes shutting as he adds another finger. You could feel your tension melting away as he curls his fingers upwards. Your teeth biting down on your hand as you feel the bubble within you growing, just begging to pop. 

"Cum on Daddy's tongue." He whispers against you, the heat of his breath making your eyes roll back as you moan for him. 

"Daddy!" Your mewls reach a high as he makes quick work of his tongue. Your hands flying to his hair as you tug harshly. You moan as you reach your climax. Your back bowing off the bed as you whine, your eyes getting spotty. 

"That's my good girl." Jimin mutters, pulling away letting you come down from your high. 

"Look how fucking hard you get my cock." His hands pull down his briefs as he crawls over you. 

"I want to taste it." You tell him running your hands over his muscled shoulders. 

"I would love that but I want your cunt." He presses his lips to yours, the tangy taste of yourself making you whimper as he runs his cock through your folds. His hips grinding down hard, your overly sensitive clit getting stimulated making you whimper. Jimin's eyes close as he moans gently.

"I love you." 

"I love you, too Daddy." He grips his cock before aligning to your entrance. His lips pressing sweetly against yours before thrusting in slowly. 

"Oh fuck." He mumbles against our lips as he lets out a choked groan. He was usually rougher, more dominant but it was your anniversary and he knows you love some good old love making. 

"Fuck, your so gorgeous looking fucked out under me." Your neck earns more red patches as he kneads at your thighs. 

"Your cock feels so good!" He hums in agreement pressing his forehead to your collarbone as he begins to piston himself within you. The bed creaks and groans as you run your hands over his back. 

"Fuck your pussy is so incredible." His voice comes out like a prayer through his gritted teeth as he kisses your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist as he moans your name. 

"You make my cock feel so fucking good. Shit, I love you so much." Your moans were getting higher, the bubble beginning to expand once more as he angles his cock to reach that rough patch within you that has you teetering on the edge. His hand clamps over your mouth. 

"Your sexy little voice is going to wake the babies." He groans loudly himself as his balls begin to tighten. He replaces his hand with his mouth, his plush lips rough on yours as he bulldozes himself inside you. 

"You gonna cum on Daddy's cock? Hmm? You're getting so tight. That what you want? Wanna cream all over me?" 

"Yes, Daddy! I want to cum on your cock!" Jimin bites your bottom lip, his lips suckling at the bruised flesh. 

"Good girl, cum on me." You whimper loudly, your nails raking bright red lines on his tan skin as you orgasm. His tongue is caressing yours as your body writhes in pleasure. His cock begins to throb within you, his eyes shutting as he grips at your hips. 

"Fuck! Oh fuck! So tight." He moans before pushing your knees up to your chest. 

"Daddy's going to cum a fat load in your little pretty cunt, baby girl." You put your hand over your mouth as you moan loudly. 

"Pretty little cunt." He whispers like a prayer, his forehead pressing against your breast as he licks his lips. 

"Why don't you take my cum and give me another baby, hmm? Get nice and big for me again." He whispers, his words bringing him to the precipice as you moan his name. 

"Oh fuck! I'm-" He groans loudly, roughing pumping into you before stilling. His lips lazily caressing your skin as his hot cum seeps inside of you. He lets out a tired chuckle before leaning up and kissing you sweetly. His arms wrapping around you before pulling you to his chest as he pulls out. 

"Is that what you want? For your anniversary present? You want another baby?" You ask your husband as he closes his eyes. Jimin smirks before licking his lips. 

"I do." He whispers before kissing your forehead. You giggle hugging his body as you throw your leg over his. 

"I'll see what I can do about it then." Jimin snorts before burying his face in your hair. 

"Anything with you or that you give me is the greatest gift I could ever get. You're the greatest gift I've ever gotten, Kitten." You hum closing your eyes.

"You and my two babies." He sighs before looking up at the canopy overhead. 

His fingertips caress your spine as he kisses your forehead. There was no more weight on Jimin's shoulders. He was in a great place financially, his money buying him all of the police force around the area. He had his family, a huge crew that was loyal. There was no more nervousness about retaliation, he really had it all. And, he was so content with everything. His heart was shriveled once, and now love flows through him like the vast ocean. Jimin intertwines your fingers before kissing the back of your hand. 

"Thank you, Kitten." You look up at him, chin on his chest as you tilt your head. 

"For what?" 

"For always keeping your promise of staying, for...for being my everything." You smile before kissing his lips chastely. 

"I love you." You mumble against his lips. He gives that giggle that you love to hear, a smile gracing your face as he flips you onto your back. 

"I love you, too. Let me show you again how much." He whispers before kissing down your neck.

"GOOD MORNING!" You yell opening the chamber door. Kim Shin was already up, his legs in a triangle as he stares at you. 

"Good morning." You sit down, your legs crossing as you light a cigarette. 

"Have something to tell me?" Your eyes catch the red blinking light in the corner, Jimin was watching. 

"I do." Kim Shin whispers before bowing his head. You clear your throat before pulling from your cigarette and furrowing your eyebrows. Kim Shin looks up at you with his one good eye, he looked guilty. Simply riddled with nerves which you enjoyed to see. 

"I had your parents killed but I sent another family after them instead. Your mother was so pretty, I couldn't do it." You press your lips into a straight line as you lean forward. 

"You're a fucking pig." You whisper, making his eye shut at your harsh words. 

"So who did it?" His hand rubs at his knee before clearing his throat. 

"Im Junggoo and Im Jungin." You take a deep breath through your nose before leaning back in your chair with a scoff. 

You've given their wives jewelry, sent Hawon on play dates with their kids. You've gotten your nails done with Ryu. Your vision going red as you pull from your cigarette. 

"Interesting." You mumble before cracking your neck and standing up. You walk towards Kim Shin burning your cigarette out on the floor before leaning down in front of him. The door opens as you grab his neck, squeezing it tightly. His hands getting restrained to the wall. 

"Kitten." Jimin whispers as you grit your teeth. That's it for him, that's all you needed him for. You put one hand under his chin, one hand on the back of his head. 

"Baby!" Jimin calls loudly, you twist with all your strength before a loud crack resounds throughout the room. Kim Shin's dead body sagging against the metal chains as you stand up. Jimin flinches, this is the first person you've ever killed and he doesn't know how to feel about it. You stand up turning around before looking at your husband. 

"Let's go to Busan." You whisper before walking past him and out of the room. He stares at Kim Shin's dead body before sighing. Jimin spits in his direction before shutting the door tightly. 

Jimin sits on the bed before grabbing your anniversary gift from underneath the bed. He groans, lifting it as you walk into the bedroom with your packed bag. 

"What's that?" You ask with a giggle as he puts the present on the bed. 

"Open it." He says patting the spot next to him as you smile. You put your bag on the bed before sitting down in his lap and running your hand over the large square wrapping paper. 

"We said we weren't getting presents." You say as he hooks his chin on your shoulder. 

"I know. But my Kitten deserves the best and once I found it I just had to get it." You grip the paper before tearing it off. A small gasp emitting from you as you smile. You rip off the rest before picking up the painting with a grunt. 

"It's the artists' last painting." You rub your thumb over the canvas. The Kitten from the painting you knew had lifted it's paw. A small sparrow perched atop the kitten's head as it sleeps in the birdcage, the door of the cage wide open. You smile widely, tears pricking at your eyes as you turn your head to Jimin. 

"I love it." You whisper as he smiles. 

"Me too. It's apt. No?" You nod your head before putting your hand to his cheek and kissing him gently. 

"I love you, Kitten." 

"I love you, too."

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bold what applies

I like to consider the idea of getting a PhD.

It scares me to make commitments regarding my future.

Comparing myself to others is the #1 thing that makes me feel upset.

I get really annoying and chatty when I’m scared.

I enjoy memorizing things, be it poems, sequences of numbers, or whatever.

After it storms, it interests me to drive around and see all the downed trees and damage.

I imagine that ordinary things are magical and it makes life more fun.

Sometimes I say things in a stupid accent for no reason.

I love playing and usually win at trivia games.

I am eagerly anticipating receiving something in the mail.

I usually feel shitty after scrolling through my Facebook Newsfeed.

Sometimes after hearing a song in a movie scene, I gain a whole new appreciation for the song.

I don’t like it when rooms have walls that are not all the same color.

I hate when there’s a cute guy around and I want him to talk to me but he doesn’t.

I enjoy cleaning out and organizing my iTunes.

I prefer sociology over psychology.

I would describe myself as quite quiet but friendly.

I tend to have dreams where I’m intensely angry more often than I have dreams where I am scared.

I am terrified to ever have to write a college thesis.

Clothes rarely fit me right off the rack. It’s discouraging and annoying.

I will defend the things I love TO THE GRAVE.

I have played the game Skylanders and it’s absolutely adorable and fun.

As cheesy as it sounds, looking into the mirror and saying positive things really helps my self-esteem.

It’s easy for my imagination to get going and I spook myself easily.

It bothers me a bit when celebrities get to write and publish novels.

Bad writing inspires me to write most, because I think, “if people enjoy THAT, they’ll definitely enjoy what I can write.”

I really never want to get pregnant.

I have tried almond milk, rice milk, and soy milk.

Something that bothers me more than when someone says something offensive, is when someone else defends the offensive statement.

I never wanted to be a princess when I was little.

I adore old houses, especially if they’re “haunted.”

I’m terribly embarrassed of my past self.

I love the taste of garlic in food, but garlic breath grosses me out so much.

I really enjoy old horror movies.

I keep on remembering songs I haven’t listened to in years because of Songpop.

^ which is the first Facebook game I have ever enjoyed…

Mikhail Baryshnikov is one of my idols.

English is not my first language, but usually people can’t tell immediately.

I have a secret notebook which no one even knows exists and I would rather die than have anyone read it.

My current roommates are the best I’ve had so far.

Good posture really attracts me in someone of my preferred gender.

^ as do strong, maintained eyebrows.

I can’t really function with an Apple computer, lack of experience with those.

I don’t feel emotions the way ”normal” people do.

I don’t own a soft wallet, mine is plastic.

I tend to date men with power positions when it comes to their jobs.

No matter how hard I try, I seem to be unable to whistle.

Good manners are quite important to me.

I was once very involved in a certain sport.

I actually really enjoy cleaning my ears. hahahaha.

I refuse to eat ketchup on anything.

I often sigh really loudly by accident.

I much prefer the colder seasons to summer.

When I feel extra fancy, I fishtail my hair. It is incidentally the fanciest thing I can do with it.

I am a master at getting along with people when I try, because I am very good at figuring out how they want me to react and what they expect me to say, and if I don’t care about them and can’t be bothered to interact properly, I go into that mode.

I refuse to mow the grass, for some reason it terrifies me.

I get pretty bad season allergies.

I don’t eat pork.

My blood type is O positive.

I have ghostly pale skin.

Singlespeed bikes are my favourite.

I have never used shaving cream in my entire life. I never saw any repercussions.

I feel most people I have met in my life would do better if they toughened up.

I have a bigger problem with people who think that feminism has anything to do with hating or belittling men than with people who don’t identify to the feminist movement.

I have struggled with drug use in the past.

I have never used a credit card.

This year, I will vote for something on a national level.

There is absolutely no carpet in my flat.

Currently, I have no interest in learning how to drive.

The job I want to do after school is rather uncommon.

One of my favourite drinks is Kvass. :s :s :s

I cook a lot, and enjoy it very much.

I am a daddy’s girl, by far.

My longest relationship was a long-distance one.

One of my favourite bands is Iron Maiden.

I am unable to write in print, I actually have to stop and remember not to write in cursive after every letter.

When I was a child, I had the ”by myself” syndrome and refused any help from anyone to do whatever.

It still hasn’t changed much, haha.

My computer tends to overheat quite often.

Fiddler on the Roof is my favourite musical.

I have an incredibly high alcohol tolerance.

My phone is always dead.

Indian food is my favourite ethnic cuisine.

My mother works in psychology.

My father works in the cooking industry. He also works in the music industry.

I feel very hot at the moment, and I get anxiety when I’m too hot.

I’m pretty picky about things in general.

However, I refuse to pick a restaurant when asked.

I don’t bite my nails.

I have a piece of jewelry representing a flag on my body at all times.

I seldom shave my legs, my hair grows very slowly. :P

I used to be pretty active in the survey community, and only just recently came back.

Only one person in my family has had a serious disease such as cancer.

I have no idea how much I weigh.

Or how tall I

1. i am currently on facebook.

2. i like the band maroon 5.

3. I have hugged some of my best buddies today.

4. I have hugged someone I like today.

5. I think Bonzai waterslides are amazing.

6. i put hair clips in my hair almost everyday.

7. Hubba Bubba gum = yum.

8. I think 5 gum is disgusting.

9. I hate when I take a shower, my hair gets my back all wet.

10. It really hurts when someone hits you with a sock!

11. dachshunds are adorable.

12. I have never played chess before.

13. I don’t really care for instrumental songs.

14. i put my ipod on shuffle, but then i end up skipping half of the songs anyway.

15. i love brother/sister relationships.

16. ^I have one with someone.

17. i’m usually invisible on aim.

18. I feel like I repeat myself on every survey.

19. Today was really fun.

20. I am messaging someone through Facebook at this moment.

21. i hate when people become impatient when you are trying to do something.

22. ^Although I do.

23. All that I wanted to hear from you, something of value, something untrue.

24. People never seem to answer on AIM.

25. My cat always walk in front of my computer screen.

26. My cat is sitting on the desk right now.

27. i don’t like it when people come and watch what i’m doing on my computer.

28. i never publish any of my entries to facebook.

29. ^I don’t understand why you would.

30. I enjoy countdown surveys.

[deeeelightfuldee]

bold what applies I like to consider the idea of getting a PhD.

It scares me to make commitments regarding my future.

Comparing myself to others is the #1 thing that makes me feel upset.

I get really annoying and chatty when I’m scared.

I enjoy memorizing things, be it poems, sequences of numbers, or whatever.

After it storms, it interests me to drive around and see all the downed trees and damage.

I imagine that ordinary things are magical and it makes life more fun.

Sometimes I say things in a stupid accent for no reason.

I love playing and usually win at trivia games.

I am eagerly anticipating receiving something in the mail.

I usually feel shitty after scrolling through my Facebook Newsfeed.

Sometimes after hearing a song in a movie scene, I gain a whole new appreciation for the song.

I don’t like it when rooms have walls that are not all the same color.

I hate when there’s a cute guy around and I want him to talk to me but he doesn’t.

I enjoy cleaning out and organizing my iTunes.

I prefer sociology over psychology.

I would describe myself as quite quiet but friendly.

I tend to have dreams where I’m intensely angry more often than I have dreams where I am scared.

I am terrified to ever have to write a college thesis.

Clothes rarely fit me right off the rack. It’s discouraging and annoying.

I will defend the things I love TO THE GRAVE.

I have played the game Skylanders and it’s absolutely adorable and fun.

As cheesy as it sounds, looking into the mirror and saying positive things really helps my self-esteem.

It’s easy for my imagination to get going and I spook myself easily.

It bothers me a bit when celebrities get to write and publish novels.

Bad writing inspires me to write most, because I think, “if people enjoy THAT, they’ll definitely enjoy what I can write.”

I really never want to get pregnant.

I have tried almond milk, rice milk, and soy milk.

Something that bothers me more than when someone says something offensive, is when someone else defends the offensive statement.

I never wanted to be a princess when I was little.

I adore old houses, especially if they’re “haunted.”

I’m terribly embarrassed of my past self.

I love the taste of garlic in food, but garlic breath grosses me out so much.

I really enjoy old horror movies.

I keep on remembering songs I haven’t listened to in years because of Songpop.

^ which is the first Facebook game I have ever enjoyed…

Mikhail Baryshnikov is one of my idols.

English is not my first language, but usually people can’t tell immediately.

I have a secret notebook which no one even knows exists and I would rather die than have anyone read it.

My current roommates are the best I’ve had so far.

Good posture really attracts me in someone of my preferred gender.

^ as do strong, maintained eyebrows.

I can’t really function with an Apple computer, lack of experience with those.

I don’t feel emotions the way ”normal” people do.

I don’t own a soft wallet, mine is plastic.

I tend to date men with power positions when it comes to their jobs.

No matter how hard I try, I seem to be unable to whistle.

Good manners are quite important to me.

I was once very involved in a certain sport.

I actually really enjoy cleaning my ears. hahahaha.

I refuse to eat ketchup on anything.

I often sigh really loudly by accident.

I much prefer the colder seasons to summer.

When I feel extra fancy, I fishtail my hair. It is incidentally the fanciest thing I can do with it.

I am a master at getting along with people when I try, because I am very good at figuring out how they want me to react and what they expect me to say, and if I don’t care about them and can’t be bothered to interact properly, I go into that mode.

I refuse to mow the grass, for some reason it terrifies me.

I get pretty bad season allergies.

I don’t eat pork.

My blood type is O positive.

I have ghostly pale skin.

Singlespeed bikes are my favourite.

I have never used shaving cream in my entire life. I never saw any repercussions.

I feel most people I have met in my life would do better if they toughened up.

I have struggled with drug use in the past.

I have never used a credit card.

This year, I will vote for something on a national level.

There is absolutely no carpet in my flat.

Currently, I have no interest in learning how to drive.

The job I want to do after school is rather uncommon.

One of my favourite drinks is Kvass. :s :s :s

I cook a lot, and enjoy it very much.

I am a daddy’s girl, by far.

My longest relationship was a long-distance one.

One of my favourite bands is Iron Maiden.

I am unable to write in print, I actually have to stop and remember not to write in cursive after every letter.

When I was a child, I had the ”by myself” syndrome and refused any help from anyone to do whatever.

It still hasn’t changed much, haha.

My computer tends to overheat quite often.

Fiddler on the Roof is my favourite musical.

I have an incredibly high alcohol tolerance.

My phone is always dead.

Indian food is my favourite ethnic cuisine.

My mother works in psychology.

My father works in the cooking industry. He also works in the music industry.

I feel very hot at the moment, and I get anxiety when I’m too hot.

I’m pretty picky about things in general.

However, I refuse to pick a restaurant when asked.

I have a piece of jewelry representing a flag on my body at all times.

I used to be pretty active in the survey community, and only just recently came back.

Only one person in my family has had a serious disease such as cancer.

I have no idea how much I weigh.

Or how tall I

1. i am currently on facebook.

2. i like the band maroon 5.

3. I have hugged some of my best buddies today.

4. I have hugged someone I like today.

5. I think Bonzai waterslides are amazing.

6. i put hair clips in my hair almost everyday.

7. Hubba Bubba gum = yum.

8. I think 5 gum is disgusting.

9. I hate when I take a shower, my hair gets my back all wet.

10. It really hurts when someone hits you with a sock!

11. dachshunds are adorable.

12. I have never played chess before.

13. I don’t really care for instrumental songs.

14. i put my ipod on shuffle, but then i end up skipping half of the songs anyway.

15. i love brother/sister relationships.

16. ^I have one with someone.

17. i’m usually invisible on aim.

18. I feel like I repeat myself on every survey.

19. Today was really fun.

20. I am messaging someone through Facebook at this moment.

21. i hate when people become impatient when you are trying to do something.

22. ^Although I do.

23. All that I wanted to hear from you, something of value, something untrue.

24. People never seem to answer on AIM.

25. My cat always walk in front of my computer screen.

26. My cat is sitting on the desk right now.

27. i don’t like it when people come and watch what i’m doing on my computer.

28. i never publish any of my entries to facebook.

29. ^I don’t understand why you would.

30. I enjoy countdown surveys.

[moonlightflower21]

Killer ⛧

A/N: i hope you guys like this one :') this is complete angst so enjoy! <3

warning: this has mentions of shootings so please don't read if you don't like that.

Leonardo x reader

~my biggest mistake wasn’t falling in love, it was falling for someone that didn’t love me back. i guess i was desperate, i wanted the love you so frivolously gave to others for myself. but that’s life, you live and you learn. no matter how painful it is~

His brain was ricocheting against his skull, his eyes blindly looking around him to see...a glass cage. Around his body was a blanket, the one he shared with Y/N. A growl left his lips as he got up, feeling his blood drip from his temple and landing on his shoulder. But his anger was focused on something else...most specifically...someone.

"Y/N!" Leonardo yelled, his fists thumping against the wall. But no matter how much he tried, it wouldn't budge underneath his sheer strength. One final push and he grunted, slamming the wall with his hands. He was beginning to panic, the walls around him seem to close in on him.

'NO! You gotta breathe, remember what Master Splinter taught you'.

His eyes stung at the remembrance of his father, would he ever get to see them again? Would he ever get to see his daughter again? He squeezed his eyes closed, remembering her sweet innocent face. The day she was born was the happiest day of his life, Leo wanted a more traditional japanese name but you had suggested for something more modern, still incorporating the japanese culture. He had no issue, he agreed simply because the name had suited his little girl so well.

His thoughts were interrupted when he smelt the familiar scent of her perfume. His head shot up and she appeared, her smile pulled sweetly on her painted lips. You sat nonchalantly on a desk, eyes trained on the mutant turtle in front.

"Yes?" You asked, your tone of voice relatively calm despite the chaos growing in your mind. "What am I doing in here?" He growled, his patience wearing thin as the seconds dribbled by. He didn't want to believe this, his lover could be a murderer. But the signs were all there, what else did he need?

"I locked you in, how else would you listen to me?" You grinned, hopping off the table you were perched upon. He shook his head, turning around and pacing the small area he was given.

"You killed them, didn't you?" Leo spoke bluntly, looking straight at you. How was you so damn calm despite everything going on? How were you so relaxed when you locked him in a cage?

"You gotta speak up baby, I can't-"

"You killed them, didn't you?" He spoke louder, his words cutting through his heart like bullets. 'please say no, please say no'

You paused, saying nothing, but he got the answers he wanted. Shock on his face, confirmation on yours.

"Oh my gosh-" He murmured, his eyes begging to sting with tears. Now wasn't the time to become overwhelmed with emotion, but how could he stop the dam of tears threatening to break loose at any given moment?

"How could you Y/N?! How could you do that?? How could you kill them??" He ranted, his voice becoming higher with every word being said. He looked straight to you, his fists clenched by his side. "What about us? What about Hana?? Did we mean nothing to you? Or were we just pawns in your little twisted game?" He stepped close to the wall, his eyes penetrating your gaze. His head felt as though it would burst, so many thoughts rushing to his mind. How had he never seen this before? How could he never see this horrible side? How could you go against the very message he lived by?

You froze when he mentioned Hana, the feelings you tried to bury came to light. Hana, your sweet baby girl. You wished she had never been dragged into this mess, wishing she never grew up thinking what a mess her own mother was. What a terrible mother she was doomed to have. But you couldn't lose the upper hand here, you couldn't let him know that you were breaking apart at the seams too. So with your face pulled into a neutral expression, you spoke again.

"It was easy, they-" "just shut it!" His voice was menacing, disgusted at the person before him. This wasn't Y/N, the one he fell in love with. Your mouth clamped shut, taking a deep breath through your nostrils. "Fine, if you wish Leonardo" and you turned around, walking in the direction of the door.

"Nonono Y/N! Don't leave!!" He yelled after you but his plea fell on deaf ears as you slammed the door shut after. 

The second the door closed you broke down crying and cursing away. You pulled yourself into this horrible dark abyss with no way out, you had to suffer the consequences. No matter what.

His fist weakly leaned against the walls, he had to find a way out of here. And to so, he must follow whatever your game was. He wiped his tears, pushing out any distracting thoughts about his family, about his sweet daughter. He had to win you over somehow to escape.

🔪🔪🔪

"I brought you lunch" your voice rang out, entering the room. He sat up straight, turning around to see you re-enter again. In the short span of time you were gone, he had formed a plan. Granted, he didn't have much time and it wasn't the BEST of plans but he had to try, he had to get back home. With a deep sigh, he pulled his lips into a smile as he greeted you. "What's for lunch?" Leo asked, grinning down at you. For a brief second, he allowed himself to believe he was back at home with you. His smile was genuine and the fear and anxiety in his stomach was all vanished. You were smiling sweetly back, leaning in for a kiss...

"Just your favourite Leonardo" you chuckled, turning around. He snapped out of his trance, looking at you. His stomach still felt fuzzy when you said his name and he despised that. He hated the fact that you had so much of an effect to him despite what you had done. Looking to the side, he noticed there was a small window in which you handed the food to him by. But he wasn't hungry, he felt sick to his stomach.

"Yum.." he faked laughed setting the food down on the floor. He tried to look for the keys but they were attached to your waist and you were on the other side of this cage. How would he reach them?

"Y/N, can we talk?" He asked softly and you paused, turning around. "About?" You asked and he sighed looking down. "I-I know what you did, but we can try again in this relationship. Just me, you and Hana. Us three, we'll just run away" he came closer, his eyes looking at yours. You hesitantly took a step forward, eyebrows raised.

"How do I know you're telling the truth-" "You have my word" he held his palm out. "I promise you" he hated himself for saying that sentence. He never broke a promise before but it looks like he was starting tonight. Your eyes lit up, coming closer to him, knowing he always stuck to his word.

"Really?" You squealed happily and he laughed. "Yes" he laughed and out of pure happiness, you unlocked the door, coming to him quickly.

"I love you" you kissed his cheek and he hugged you one last time, it felt wrong to do that but he couldn't help himself. Taking one last scent of yours, he pushed you backwards, snatching the keys from your hands.

He locked you in, quickly locking the door behind him. "What are you doing??" You cried out, your small fists banging against the wall. An angry glare was etched on his face, as he threw the keys to the floor. His hand was over his heart gasping for air that never seemed to fill his lungs.

"I thought you loved me! You're a monster!" You seethed angrily, banging madly against the glass walls. He shook his head wildly, pushing himself away from the glass cage.

"Love you?? You're broken Y/N! I-I could never love you" his hand covered his mouth after that sentence, never thinking that sentence could ever be said out loud.

You gasped softly, never thinking you would ever hear that sentence. But it was true, you were broken in ways no one could ever fix. You were broken in ways, it would be impossible to place back together. A murmured response came from your parted lips, standing up and knocking over the objects in hot pursuit of something. Your eyes were watering, blurring your vision but not once did you stop.

"What are you doing?" He answered, taking a step backwards. His eyes narrowed watching you stumble over object's but you didn't take a break. You didn't answer, instead finally pausing your rummaging and a small cheer left your lips. Looking back to him, he gasped as his brain fit the pieces together. 'this wasn't happening'

"You couldn't love me, I'm a monster?" You chuckled bitterly, your mascara smeared down your cheeks and face. His eyes teared away from your face to look at the gun resting in your hands, a feeling of dread sinking in his stomach.

"No Y/N you need help, let me help you please-" Leo urged quickly, his tears beginning to drop rapidly as he tried to open the glass cage once more. Looking around for those keys, he hastily tried to open the door with his shaky hands.

"No, I don't want help! I don't need to be fixed!" You yelled, backing away to the wall. "Y/N, stop please!" He begged, trying to come closer. He threw open the door, wobbling forwards to try and reach you. But in your eyes, the look of regret and tiredness swirled in your orbs making his blood run cold.

"No! Just stop it. I-I thought you to be someone you weren't. The times I cried without you there. You were always so busy doing patrol, you never made time for me and Hana. I begged and cried for you, but you I guess that wasn't enough. So you were right, I'm broken. I'm not okay. I never was" you answered, your tears spilling over your eyes and down your neck while his heart dropped, his body trembling. "Wha-"

"But I'm at fault too. I couldn't be a proper mother to our daughter, a good enough wife for you...it doesn't matter now, I hope whoever you end up with, could love all of you and Hana. You both deserve that much. I will always love you, Leonardo. Please tell Hana I love her. So, so much" and with a final soft smile, you closed your eyes, allowing the final tear to spill down your cheeks and you pulled the trigger of the gun that rested against your temple, awaiting the darkness to envelope you.

"NO! Y/N!!" Leo screamed, his eyes closing hearing that bang of the gun go straight through him. No training in the world, no mediating, could have mentally prepared him for this. He opened his eyes slowly, everything happened in slow motion. And he wasn't able to control anything of it. Seeing his ex-wife body lay there, in the pool of her crimson sticky blood was something he'll never be able to erase from his memory. And he hated you for doing this, for scarring his brain of this sinister memory, knowing it would never leave him anytime soon.

His lungs weren't cooperating, it was as though his mind had completely shut down. This couldn't be real. The world was playing some sick game, this was just a nightmare. But no matter how many times he pinched himself, or willed himself to awake, this was the reality he had to face. He sobbed, his cries broken and strangled. His hands covered his face as he wept, not able to look at you.

🔪🔪🔪

Outside, the blur of commotion made his mind go to a different reality. The happy memories of him and you played through his mind like a DVD. He was aware of the paramedics inserting some needle in him to test his blood, the rustling of the fabric around his shoulders provided some warmth to his skin and his brothers familiar voice around him grounded him back to his reality. The one he wanted to escape from. But nothing could console the hole left deep in his heart and soul.

"Where's Y/N?" Someone else asked and he made contact with the person, April. With a bitter chuckle, he spoke.

"She's dead, Y/N was the killer" Leo laughed while his tears poured from his eyes. Someone came around him, burying him in their arms but he didn't want it. He had no energy to push them away, only hoping they could finish the hug so he could go. The smell of Y/N burning through his nostril, the smell of her putrid blood on his skin. He stood abruptly, needing to go home away from the madness around him. The blanket fell from his shoulders as he walked away, trying to hold in tears threatening to break at any given second. "Listen-"

"Let him go, he needs time and space" someone whispered behind him, Raphael.

🔪🔪🔪

He finally entered his home, looking around the empty living room. He honestly didn't think he would be back in the lair but then again he never thought in his life he would witness the death of you. He didn't think he would uncover secrets that would literally change his life forever.

"Dada!" The small cheery voice of Hana made his heart beat faster. He looked down at his small baby girl, a tired smile pulled on his lips. He was sure his eyes were still bloodshot and puffy, his face tinged with red. "Hey princess" he whispered, picking her small body up in his arms. He embraced the little girl, trying so hard not to cry on her shoulder.

In front was Master Splinter, smiling sadly at the pair. He knew what had happened from Mikey and Donnie explaining over the phone and he gently nodded at his teary eyed son. Turning around he walked to his room, knowing that his son would talk to him when he was ready to so.

"What's wrong?" Hana asked, a brow raised in concern. He placed her back down on her small feet again, brushing her hair back with a finger. "Nothing is wrong, angel" his voice cracked and he coughed, trying to hide the tremble so prominent in his voice. Leo tried to force a smile on his lips but it didn't work, he physically couldn't do it.

"Where's mama?" The dreaded question was asked, and all the memories of tonight was played in his mind. He took a deep breath, crouching down so he was at her level. "She's- she's gone" he whispered and Hana looked confused, pursing her lips in a pout and looking over his shoulder. "Lets visit her!-"

"No Hana, mama is gone. Forever" he inhaled a sharp breath through his nostrils, his head bowed sadly. "Forever?" She murmured, her hands toying with the ends of her t-shirt.

"It's okay sweetheart, you have me, and your uncle's and your grandfather. We all love you. Your mom...she-she loved you too" despite himself, a tear rolled down his cheek. Her small little hands wiped away the lone tear, her head cocked to the right as a cute smile donned her lips.

"Okay...can we watch T.V.?" She smiled and Leo slowly nodded, wishing he could be in the mindset his little girl was in. Care free and happy, not knowing the dangers the world held yet. He was sure she would ask for Y/N in the morning, the next day until she was old enough to actually find out what had happened to her. Leo looked at her small face again, her features looked eerily similar to that of yours. Hana's eyes, nose and lips were an almost replicate of her mother's.

He hated this feeling, stuck between hating Y/N because of all the pain she caused but loving her because she was the mother to his baby and because of the relationship they both shared. He thought both of them were so happy, what had he missed? What had led her to commit such a heinous act?

His eyes shot down at Hana who eagerly nudged his hand to get him to move, a trait Y/N held. He smiled softly, picking her up in his arms.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered, kissing her cheek. Taking a breath, he followed his daughter to the T.V., trying to pretend everything would be okay. And maybe it will be, time heals all wounds they say, you learn to live with the wound. But it doesn't always heal a broken heart, it doesn't heal all the memories of the past. No matter what, he was determined to raise his daughter to be the best possible person she could ever be. Maybe one day, he would tell the truth about her mother to her but right now, he was focused on his daughter. That was what mattered to him the most right now.

[ithurtsbutidoitforshrek]

Cupid 💘

I found this in my draft, it's from a while ago and I'll probably never finish it. 🤷🏻‍♀️ it was inspired by a clip from the original charmed I found on Instagram from the episode: Heartbreak City (2x10)

Fandom : Charmed

Pairing : Harry x Maggie

“Another loss huh” the man cackled walking up to the defeated witch who just kicked another one of her dates to the curb; she had her signature pout on, lips coated in cherry red, a piece of hair stuck to her gloss by the wind blowing around her. “Didn’t like your cherry chapstick? Maybe you should bat for the other team.” He wiggles his eyebrows devilishly at her already knowing there was a part of the male anatomy she wasn't willing to give up anytime soon.

Maggie scowled at the man, her eyebrows furrowing together in disgust and confusion, just who the hell was this guy? He was kind of cute if he wasn’t pissing her off. Tall, muscular build brown curly hair and bright blue eyes. He had sort of a babyface that she just wanted to pinch. “Who the hell are you?”

He grinned walking over to her in long strides and offering out his hand to her to which she just stared at, rolling his eyes he let it drop to his side. “I need your help. Well you and your sisters, really. So would you be so kind and invite me inside? It’s a bit chilly.”

“Invite you inside?” she mocked ”What are you? A vampire?”

He snickered. “No, and that’s a myth by the way. Humans told themselves that thinking it would give them a sense of security to keep them safe, that they were in control.” He informed her in a matter of fact tone that made her want to slug him. “Now invite me in.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, not really judging if she could trust him or not. “I don’t even know your name.”

He rolled his eyes. “uh…Gabe.”

“You had to think about it?”

He shrugs. “Hit my head the other day”

“Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, really. Now let me in.” He said sternly, not at all touched by her concern.

Maggie rolled her eyes and opened up the front door stepping inside and leaving it open. It wasn’t exactly the friendliest invite but an invite nonetheless.

“Nice place you got here.” He whistled looking around the room and up the stairs. “Ever play hide and seek in here?”

Maggie shrugged leading him more into the house trying to find the whereabouts of her sisters. “Yeah, when I was like…five.”

“Maggie?” Mel called wandering into the room with Macy on her heels. “I thought you weren’t feeling Jacoby anymore.”

“Oh, I wasn’t.” She assured her, Jacoby was as dull as they come, she’d rather be sent to Tartarus again than entertain the thought of another date with him. “This is Gabe.” She gestured vaguely in his direction, walking towards the couch and plopping down on it.

Macy’s eyes grew wide. “Wow. You leave with a different date and come home with a new one.” She whistles, however noticing Maggie’s hurt look she quickly backtracked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m not judging or anything. Kind of jealous actually.” She frowned sitting down beside her sister.

Maggie smiled letting her off the hook. “He’s not a date, I found him outside – apparently he needs our help.”

That perked their interest, Mel gestured towards the couch as she walked motioning for Gabe to join them. “What can we do for you?” She asked once they got settled.

“I’ve seemed to have lost my ring.”

“What do we look like? The police?” Mel scoffed.

“My ring. Cupid’s ring... Cause I’m Cupid.” He deadpanned.

“You don’t look like cupid.”

“Yeah, where’s your diaper? The wings and the bow?” Maggie asked eyeing his person for any hidden wings or arrows.

“Your name is Gabe? Like Gabriel? Cause that’s original.” Macy mocked, causing the other two to giggle.

“Yeah yeah laugh it up.” He grumbled offended. “I lost the diaper after 2 years of age thank you very much. I only get the ability to fly with my ring, and I don’t need a bow. Another stereotype.”

“I don’t believe you.” Maggie who hasn’t had the best luck with love as of late shot at him. Surely if he was indeed who he said he was she would have been happy and in love already.

Gabe rolls his eyes. “So you believe in all these other magical beings and demons and what not but not me?”

Maggie shrugged.

“I mean I wouldn’t believe you’re witches without the pointy hats, brooms, warts and green faces, and yet here I am.”

“Fine, show us something supernatural.” Mel challenged.

Gabe rolled his eyes. “I cant. I lost my ring, a demon stole it. It’s the way I get into people’s hearts, their innermost desires.”

“Still don’t really believe you.” Mel taunted, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms against her chest. If he didn’t do anything to prove he wasn’t a fraud soon, she was going to call Harry to toss him out.

“I didn’t want it to come to this but…” Gabe rolled his eyes rising to his feet, pointing his finger at Mel. “Bryce in kindergarten, Amanda in 5th grade, Molly your first serious girlfriend – she was a bitch by the way, Niko and Jada the one that ran away.”

Mel pouted looking away from him, but he continued on pointing to Macy next. “William, Cory, and Galvin.”

“Okay I think that’s enough.” Maggie shifted uneasily in her chair watching the wannabe angel stare her down, with a smirk on his handsome face.

“Too bad.” He mocked, starting to list the names off of his finger tips. “Elliot, Danny in 6th Grade, Brian, Kendall, Brian again, Parker, and…” he sent her a cruel smile, obvious payback for mocking him. “Harr-”

“Okay we get it” she shouted cutting him off, but the damage was done by the look her sisters were shooting her. “For the record I didn’t love all of those guys.”

“They all had the potential for you to love them, but the last three? You definitely did.. well do. Especially-“

“What do you need?!”

“So you’re responsible for all our past relationships?” Mel asked after recovering from the information that was revealed about her sister.

Gabe grinned at her. “Last two years give or take. I was the reason you met Nico, I was also the reason she came back into your life.”

“Yeah, Taken.”

He shrugged. “If you love something set it free. Jada was sent to you by another agent because I gave up on you completely, all of you except for Maggie.”

“Lucky me.”

“So you connected Maggie and Har-“

“Can we drop that?” Maggie snapped irritated.

“Good question, Macy, and to answer; no. That was all on her own, we obviously can’t connect them because of the rules – forbidden. Sometimes they just do the job for you.” He explained. “Now will one of you call your Whitelighter so we can get started?”

“We don’t need him. We need to learn how to be independent without Meghan Markle.” Came Maggie’s hasty reply a light blush still coating her cheeks from his accusations.

“Ouch.” Harry called walking down the stairs, a crestfallen look on his face from her comment. “And here I thought we were family.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Gabe muttered under his breath.

“You are Har. You’re more than that.” She gave him a reassuring smile, to which he returned.

“In more ways than one.” Gabe snarked receiving a sharp elbow to the ribs for that comment, and for Harry to a acknowledge his presence.

“Are you Maggie’s date?” Harry asked with a raise of his eyebrow as he studied the man. He barely caught a glance of the fellow she left with but he was certain this wasn’t him.

“He wishes.” Maggie snickered.

“You’re not my type, love. Harry on the other hand.” He licked his lips hungrily eyeing the Whitelighter up and down . “Yum.. you know if you don’t- I’ll take him.”

That delivered him a sharper blow, causing him to gasp for air. “Testy. Territorial. I love it.”

“You said you needed the Charmed ones help, Charmed ones require the power of three, keep it up and all you’ll have is the power of two.” She threatened.

“Do That And all the people I helped fall in love are at risk, hate will take over, do you really want that?”

“Well if they really love that person, they can over come your hocus pocus magic. What kind of love is it anyways if they’re under a spell?”

“Parker really did a number on you huh. You used to believe in fairytales.”

“Yeah well…”

“Anyways, the name is Gabe, but you would know me as Cupid.” He grinned smugly holding out a hand for the Whitelighter to shake, Harry gripped it in his own giving it a firm shake, while eyeing him up and down suspiciously.

“Where’s the bow?”

Gabe groaned, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, ignoring their teasing and laughter.

[bamon4bamily]

TVD 9X04 (part 3) Enjoy! =)

Cut to - Matt at the Mayor’s house.

 EDWARD: Thank you for coming, Sheriff. Did you find anything in those documents?

MATT: No, but I was sent this… (shows him the note and key)

EDWARD: Who is it from?

MATT: Anonymous…

EDWARD: As in those guys that wear the weird mask?

MATT: No, I mean… you know what I mean… what kind of game are they playing here?

EDWARD: Seems to me that someone is trying to push your buttons.

MATT: No shit! Sorry…  I’m just getting really tired of these mind games.

EDWARD: Sheriff, if I may offer you some advice, keep your head cold and your heart colder; that’s how you win the game.

MATT: You need to tell me what’s in that black box?

EDWARD: The winning chess piece…

MATT: Again, with the riddles.

EDWARD: It’s no riddle, Sheriff, it is, quite literally, a chess piece.

MATT: I don’t get it. How is a chess piece supposed to help?

EDWARD: Oh, Sheriff, you underestimate the power of intrigue…

MATT: Guess I do. So, what does it mean?

EDWARD: It means whatever meaning Darius chooses to give to it… and that’s when we’ll hold the advantage.

MATT: I still don’t get it.

EDWARD: Patience, Sheriff, you will, you have my word.

Cut to - Caroline and Stefan in their room.

 CAROLINE: Why didn’t you tell me about your “master” plan?

STEFAN: Because I knew you would get upset.

CAROLINE: So? We don’t have to agree on everything, but we need to trust each other…

STEFAN: Please, don’t take it like that; you know I trust you, more than anyone, I just didn’t want you to get mad at me.

CAROLINE: About Katherine? 

STEFAN: No, not about her, about boycotting your Halloween party… I know it was important for you.

CAROLINE: Are you serious!? Stefan, please! I know I’m a control freak, but I understand priorities!  

STEFAN: I know; I’m sorry. I’m still overwhelmed with this coming back to life thing… and terrified of losing you...

CAROLINE: (Kisses him) Don’t be, I’m not going anywhere. Having you back was the best birthday gift I could ever wish for, and, just like you, the thought of losing you again scares the crap out of me, but we need to stay strong. 

STEFAN: I love you, Caroline, and all I want is for you, for us, to be happy, for whatever time we may have... whether it’s days, months, years, the only thing that matters is that we are together.

CAROLINE: I love you so much (Kisses him). Listen, I know you want to help with all of this, but you are human now, we can’t risk it. So, please, stay here, keep the girls and the students safe, and let us do the fighting.

STEFAN: If it’s what you want, I’ll do it. Just promise me you’ll make sure to come walking through that door safe and sound.

CAROLINE: I promise. 

Cut to – Whitmore College, Sam is in Elena’s dorm helping her pack.

 SAM: (Picking books from her book shelve to pack) Um, Twilight?

ELENA: Well, that’s obviously not mine; that’s… that’s… Bonnie’s!

SAM: Really? Then why does it say: Dear Elena, cause guilty pleasures are nothing to be ashamed of! Love, Bonnie. Winking smiley face…

ELENA: Oh god! (Covers her face and whispers to herself) This is so embarrassing…  (Sam laughs).  

SAM: Definitely going on the “to take box”. So, have you told Bonnie and Caroline when we are leaving?

ELENA: No, I’ll tell them at the Halloween party, I hate goodbyes. I just want to enjoy the night with my friends, then leave the next day as if nothing was going to change… No waterworks.

SAM: I understand, but will they?

ELENA: Bonnie, yes. Caroline, definitely not, but she’ll get over it eventually.

SAM: I know this must be hard, leaving everything you know behind, but they will always be your friends, no matter how far you are from each other.

ELENA: I know, but what if we drift apart? More than friends, they are my family…

SAM: You won’t drift apart; strong bonds never break. They’ll visit, you’ll visit, you’ll face time, WhatsApp, send postcards…

ELENA: You are right; if anything they’ll be psyched to have free lodge in Germany.

SAM: They will; and when they visit, we can go backpacking, have a blast. (Holds her face) It will be fine.

ELENA: I love you, Sam. I’ve said those words many times before, but I need you to know that this is the first time that I feel what real, healthy love, really is.

SAM: I love you too. You have no idea how thankful I am that I found you. (They kiss then progress to… well, you know!).

ELENA: We can pack later…  

Cut to – later that night, Bonnie’s room. Damon knocks on the door.

 BONNIE: Come in.

DAMON: Hey Bon-Bon, thought you’d be in the mood for some vamp-cakes (hands her a plate).

BONNIE: Yum, yes, always. Thank you…

DAMON: (Sits next to her on the bed) Listen, Bon, I wanted to talk to you about all of this… I need to know that you are fine; and that you will be fine…

BONNIE: I am, and I think I will be… I know I’m psychic but I can’t control the future… Where is this coming from, Damon?

DAMON: I… I’m… listen… I… I’m…

BONNIE: You’re babbling, what’s going on?

DAMON: Okay, I’ll be completely honest with you, Bon. I’m scared, terrified actually. I’m supposed to be the fearless tough guy but I’m freaking out, and I have no idea how to handle it…

BONNIE: Hey, listen, you are not supposed to be anything… This is scary, we’ve never faced anything like it before. I’m scared too, but we are fighters, no matter what comes our way, we don’t give up.

DAMON: It’s just that… I… I…

BONNIE: Damon, look at me, we will get through this… we always do, Batman and Robin, remember?

DAMON: (Smiles) Sorry, Bon, I’m acting like a freakin cry baby … I think I had one too many…

BONNIE: Don’t be sorry, Damon, it’s okay to be scared.

DAMON: Do you remember that night in Prague? I got so hammered and started crying like a little girl?

BONNIE: (Laughs) I remember… you broke into an old puppet shop and put on quite a show. It was hilarious, I think I actually peed my pants…

DAMON: Oh, you did! We had to trick a lost tourist into giving you her pants!

BONNIE: Oh shit, yes! I remember… that was insane! (They laugh hysterically).

DAMON: One of the best nights of my life…

BONNIE: (Holds his hand) It’s going to be fine, we will win this fight, and if we don’t, we’ll deal with it the best we can.

DAMON: Thank you, Bon, for everything. You are, beyond a doubt, the most amazing woman I’ve ever known, and I’m honored to be your friend.

BONNIE: Okay, you need to stop with the solemnness before you make me start crying like a little girl. Let’s just eat some vamp-cakes and continue our GOT binge watch, deal?

DAMON:  Bon, I…

BONNIE: I know, the Jon Snow stab, we’ll skip that part.

Cut to – Freaky old mansion library, Darius anxiously holding the black box Matt gave him. A voice speaks…

 VOICE: Patience, Darius. The time will come, you have my word. For now, prepare the ground troops.

DARIUS: But it’s too soon, we haven’t even run tests.

VOICE: We don’t have time for tests, and timing is essential to the game.

DARIUS: This is a very risky move…

VOICE: I know, but sometimes we need to take calculated risks. Trust me, this move will end in checkmate.  

Cut to - Early next morning, Bonnie’s room. Damon and Bonnie are asleep in her bed (fully clothed, be patient, the time will come😉). Damon had fallen asleep the night before while they were binge-watching GOT. Caroline comes into Bonnie’s room.

CAROLINE: Hey, Bon… (looks at Damon and Bonnie laying in bed, makes her signature OMG face; Damon and Bonnie wake up). 

Finally!! Now, was that so hard to admit?

BONNIE: (Throws her pillow at Caroline) Get your mind out of the gutter, we fell asleep binge watching GOT. 

And, have you ever heard of knocking? What if we were actually doing what you were imagining…?

DAMON: (Teasing) Isn’t it obvious, Bon? She’d want to stay and watch… (signature wink n’ smirk).

CAROLINE: (Throws the pillow back at Damon) Ew, no! You’re disgusting! Anyway, our Halloween party might have been hijacked but we are still going all out with our costumes. So, finish whatever this is, and get ready to go shopping.

BONNIE: Really, Care? I mean, what’s the point?

CAROLINE: Are you seriously asking me that question?

BONNIE: Never mind, forgot who I was talking to. Give me half an hour, okay?

DAMON: (Teasing again) Oh, Bon, it’s going to take much longer than that! (Winks).

BONNIE: (Hits him with the pillow, pushes him out of her bed) Shoo, shoo!

DAMON: Fine! But I’m coming too! I already know what I’m looking for.

CAROLINE: Fine, you and Stefan will need some supervision, so, go get ready, we are leaving in 30! (Damon leaves). (Mocking Bonnie) Say what you will Bonnie, denial only makes it more obvious… (as Bonnie throws the pillow at her again, Caroline vamps her way out just in time to miss the hit).

Cut to – a freaky underground bunker, a man dressed in a military uniform comes out of heavily guarded and shielded door.  

 MILITARY GUY: As per orders, Unit 1 has been activated, Sir. Are you sure it’s safe to proceed against protocol?

DARIUS: No, General, but we don’t have a choice.

MILITARY GUY: Sir, if I may say so, this is very irresponsible; should the program fail, in any way, we will have a serious problem on our hands.

DARIUS: I know, so let’s hope it doesn’t.

MILITARY GUY: Hope, Sir? It scares me that a man of science is relying on faith…

DARIUS: As it does me…

MILITARY GUY: I only signed off on this mission because I was given a direct order from the boss, but make no mistake, Sir, if this gets out of hand, I will make my own decision on how to address the situation.

DARIUS: That’s a smart choice, General. Anyway, I need to leave, I have to go buy myself a Halloween costume. I trust that you will keep a close watch.

MILITARY GUY: As instructed, Sir.

Cut to – a costume shop. Bonnie, Caroline, Stefan, and Damon are scrolling through the shop.

 CAROLINE: (To Stefan) Ohm, don’t even think about it! (He is holding a poop emoji costume).

STEFAN: Oh, come on, Care, it’s hilarious!

BONNIE: (Defending Stefan’s choice) Got to admit, it really is!

CAROLINE: No, it’s not, so please stop encouraging him and go supervise whatever dumb ass costume Damon is probably picking.

BONNIE: (To Stefan) Sorry, I tried…

STEFAN: Fine, so what do you suggest?

CAROLINE: Whatever you want, except that!

STEFAN: I don’t even know why I’m getting a costume if I’m not going…

CAROLINE: We are having a pre-party at the house and taking the girls trick-or treating.

STEFAN: Okay, what about this… (picks a Britney Spears costume).

CAROLINE: Are you kidding me?

(Katherine, who just happened to be at the same shop, walks towards them holding a costume)

KATHERINE: I think this one would be perfect… (she is holding a Dracula costume)

CAROLINE: Oh, great! What the hell are you doing here?

KATHERINE: Isn’t it obvious? Guess it’s true what they say about blonds…

CAROLINE: (To Stefan) Thought you locked her in?

STEFAN: What can I say, she’s resourceful.

CAROLINE: Listen Jeeper-Creeper, get out of my eyesight before I…

KATHERINE: Relax, Care Bear. (Sarcastically) I was just trying to help, but whatever (hangs the costume back) … I’ll leave you to your bickering, I have my own costume to find.

CAROLINE: God, I hate her! But… (grabs the costume Katherine had chosen) it is ironically perfect, right?

STEFAN: It is... got to have a sense of humor! 

CAROLINE: And, you'll look hot as hell in it (smirks, they kiss). 

 In another part of the shop, Bonnie finds Damon.

 BONNIE: Find anything?

DAMON: Actually… (turns around with two costumes, Batman and Robin, hands her the Batman costume). What do you say?

BONNIE: (Laughs) You’re crazy… but I’m in!

DAMON: That’s my girl! (Awkward moment… then Caroline walks up to them just in time to save them from themselves).

CAROLINE: So, Bonnie, what you pick?

BONNIE: (Shows her the Batman suit) What do you think?

CAROLINE: Good, I was afraid he’d (referring to Damon) go for a stripper costume or something along those lines…

BONNIE: It’s not Damon’s, it’s mine… (with a funny low voice) I’m Batman…

CAROLINE: Oh god! I should have seen this coming. (To Damon) Is there anything you don’t ruin?

DAMON: Oh, come on, Care! You are just jealous because you know you could never pull it off.

CAROLINE: Definitely not as good as you can pull off green fairy shorts and a lame cape.

DAMON: No, wait, what?

CAROLINE: (Caroline takes the modern cool looking Robin version costume from Damon’s hands) Sorry, this one is taken, so you’ll have to do with this one (takes an old-school Robin costume, which is, in fact, a tight AF spandex green short & shirt with a yellow cape).

DAMON: Oh, hell no! I’m not wearing this!

BONNIE: Hey, we had a deal!

DAMON: Bon-Bon, there is no way I’m wearing this…

BONNIE: But it’s the only Robin costume left, a pact is a pact.

DAMON: Oh, you are… fine. I’ll do it, just know that I’ll get you back… both of you.

CAROLINE: (Mocking him) Oooo, I’m sooo scared… fairy boy! (laughs and walks away).

DAMON: This means war, Bennett…

BONNIE: Bring it on!

 Cut to – Matt’s house. Khuyana and Tyler are having lunch in the kitchen, Matt comes downstairs, he just got up.

 KHUYANA: Another all-nighter?

MATT: You know it…

KHUYANA: You look… tired.

MATT: Is that a nice way of telling me I look like crap? (He does).

KHUYANA: What’s going on with you, Matt? We are worried.

MATT: Don’t be, I’m fine. Just getting ready for the big night.

TYLER: Man, you seem off lately, are you sure you’re O.K?

MATT: (Snaps) I said I’m fine! So, drop it!

KHUYANA: Matt, stop! We are just trying to help.

MATT: I’m sorry, I’m just under a lot of stress…

KHUYANA: We all are, Matt… talk to us, what’s going on?

MATT: I can’t right now, I need to go.

KHUYANA: Again? You are barely home anymore, or in contact with any of us, you don’t even know how the final plan is going to come down.

MATT: I’m working as hard as I can on my end. You can brief me later. (Sarcastically) I’m sure whatever “genius” plan you have cooked up, I’ll be able to jump on board.

TYLER: You’re being a dick, Matt.

MATT: And you are being as useless as usual. I mean, if this is what you are bringing to the table, you should have stayed dead, bro.

KHUYANA: Matt!! What the hell has gotten into you!

MATT: Oh god, sorry man, I’m just exhausted. You know I didn’t mean that; I am being a dick, I’m really sorry.

TYLER: Just chill, man, talk to us…

MATT: I really want to, but I need to go; I promise we’ll talk later. (Kisses Khuyana, bro-hugs Tyler, then leaves).

KHUYANA: I’m worried about him.

TYLER: So am I…

Cut to – Salvatore mansion, Alaric putting the twins to bed.

 ALARIC: So, girls, pinky swear?

TWINS: Pinky swear!

ALARIC: We have a deal! We’ll go trick-or-treating, then mom and I will leave to another Halloween party, and uncle Stefan will stay here with you. So, there is nothing to be afraid of, okay?

JOSIE: Okay, daddy, but promise that you and mommy will be fine…

ALARIC: I promise.

LIZZY: Pinky swear?

ALARIC: Pinky swear! Listen, mommy is on her way to give you guys a goodnight kiss, how about I read you a story while we wait for her?

TWINS: Yes!!!

JOSIE: Sabrina, daddy, please!

ALARIC: Sabrina it is!

 Caroline, Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, and Katherine walk through the front door.

 KATHERINE: Thanks for the ride! I’m gonna grab myself some comfort food and call it a night. (Leaves).

CAROLINE: I swear she is tempting my patience! Let me go kiss the girls goodnight and I’ll be right down…  I think we can all use a nightcap, am I right? (To Stefan) Bourbon on the rocks, please?

STEFAN: Sure thing. (Kisses him then goes upstairs. Stefan, Damon, and Bonnie serve themselves a drink and sit down in the living room).

DAMON: So, Stefan, what costume did you end up getting?

STEFAN: (Pulls his costume out of a bag, Damon and Bonnie crack up). You got to admit, it’s kind of ironic… What you two get?

BONNIE: (Pull hers out of the bag with pride) How cool is this?!

STEFAN: It’s badass! I’ll trade you…

BONNIE: Don’t think Care would be okay with that… plus, my costume is part of an ensemble (to Damon) right, Damon?

DAMON: Don’t you dare go there, Bon…

STEFAN: What, come on, show!

DAMON: Nop, don’t want to spoil the surprise.  

BONNIE: It’s not that bad, Damon… come on, show him.

STEFAN: Can’t be worse than mine…

DAMON: Oh, trust me, it can (pulls out his costume, Stefan bursts into a hysterical laugh).

STEFAN: Oh, this is too good! Well, I hope you shave your legs… fairy boy (keeps laughing along with Bonnie, Caroline comes back down).

CAROLINE: I see Damon showed you his costume… (Mocking Damon) I’m sure you’ll look fabulous! (They all laugh).

DAMON: Sure, laugh all you want…

BONNIE: Well, the time has come (puts up her drink for a cheer) … whatever happens tomorrow, I just want you to know that I love you guys…

CAROLINE: Bon… don’t.

BONNIE: Care, we don’t have to act like it’s no biggie, it is… and no matter how confident we are about our plan, there is no way of knowing it will work. 

CAROLINE: I know but let’s keep it positive and just have a good time tonight, okay?

DAMON: In that case… who’s up for some drunken twister?

 They spend the night drinking, playing and laughing…

To be continued... Halloween special coming up next!! Hope you stop by, read and enjoy! =)

[zzzoloft]

How You’re Making Your Fat Friends Uncomfortable When Eating, and How to Not

Disclaimer: This piece is not to attack thin people, but to point out how you are indirectly hurting the fat people you care about with comments that may seem harmless to you. Even when not directly announcing, “Fat is gross. You are gross,” there are many ways you still convey this message to the humans around you. If you don’t care about hurting the fat people in your life, please reevaluate why you dehumanize people in larger bodies. After that, google Concern Trolling and see if that sums up your immediate response.

Yesterday I hosted a little get-together and I knew while making a dessert dip that there would be uncomfortable comments made about it. 

Even while buying a double pack of peanut butter at Costco, I was told by a family member “That’s TOO much...”. My heart started pounding and I smiled uncomfortably and bit my tongue. My husband, seemingly unbothered, replied “We’re using it for Mochi’s [our dog’s] birthday cake and a dip we are making for her party.” Shopping with other people around is hard enough, there were a couple of items I would’ve looked at longer if we hadn’t been shopping with thin family members. I already know that my family buys into a lot of weight stigma and fatphobia and other diet culture bullshit. And these are the progressive ones. I understand - they benefit from thin privilege and life feels better when people treat you better. To me it kind of highlights that middle ground, though - can people who buy into diet culture truly respect their fat loved ones? There’s always an underlying you should be like me - here’s what you can do tone, involuntary or not. There’s never the consideration that their fat loved ones would benefit from some true acceptance and might be working on accepting their body as it is. 

These are the things being said around food at social events that are reinforcing diet culture and making your fat friends (and some thin friends) feel bad. 

I’m so glad I earned this by [insert vigorous exercise here] today!

I need to walk away because I could eat this whole thing! [which would be disgusting and the world would end!]

My [size 2] belly is already growing, I really shouldn’t!

I’m glad I had a healthy breakfast or I couldn’t have this!

I would never have this in my house!

I am SOOO full (after two bites, while other people are still enjoying their food. You can say no to any food. You can walk away from a food table and say this elsewhere. Don’t say this to people who are still eating. This is just as annoying as people who announce when they are drunk every two seconds while you’re trying to enjoy a party, only it is often used by a woman to show how little she needs to eat to be full - sosoqt!)

This is WAY over my *points* limit. [Awesome, Helen. You are such a bad ass, Helen.]

I can’t believe I had pasta and NOW THIS! 

I’m so bad!

I’ll have to make up for this tomorrow.

How can you eat something so sweet?!

I feel guilty from all that sugar.

This is so unhealthy.

I’m SO fat!!! [size 5 person proclaims]

I don’t usually eat junk.

I’m getting so fat :( 

I’m gonna get [”obese”, diabetes, a heart attack]

Guilt and shame inducing comments are the stat-quo for any gathering involving food. You hear it in the office, you hear it when out to dinner with friends, you heart it at parties. 

Hopefully it goes without saying that “I’m too full” is a perfect response to an unwanted food offer, but announcing it out of nowhere makes it weird.

Here are some things you can say around a demonized food (or any food) that aren’t awkward as fuck for everyone who may have food issues [a.k.a. everyone in this god damn country.]

Yum!

*Silence while not choosing that food if you choose not to eat the food, moving onto another food you like*

This tastes good!

*Silence while hating the food you’ve tried, throwing it away, and trying something else*

Thank you for making this.

Have you guys ever tried [other food item]

I want to try this with [insert other food item - IE foot long hot dog]

*Chewing and swallowing*

I really enjoy [insert album or movie]

There it is, folks! You can totally enjoy food and not bash yourself about it out loud! When you bash yourself, you’re bashing others, you’re making people uncomfortable, and you’re continuing the moralization of food items. If kale and cleansing are your thing, I promise one evening of enjoying different foods at a party is not going to kill you (it may give you heartburn or diarrhea or a feeling of joy you won’t reach until the next time you have carbs).

Remember folks, health is not a virtue. 

Here’s the recipe for the dip btw. It was a hit - served it with chocolate & regular graham crackers, pretzel thins, and green apple slices:

Reese’s Peanut Butter Fluff 

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Cuba v DR Season 17: Special Features

You asked, and we answered!!! We all answered lol together, it was…interesting to say the least. Hahaha

CAST/AUTHOR Q&A

Does Dama ever regret marrying Nevada? Or wonder if she would have been happier with someone else?

Dama: Is Channing Tatum available?

Nevada: *arches a brow at Dama* That guy looks like a fucking cyborg. Coño you have shitty taste.

Dama: He’s handsome, he dances and I could actually hurt myself on his abs. Yum. But, in reality, no. I’ve never regretted marrying him.

Nevada: *mumbles* Gross.

Dama: He’s my idiot ‘till death. *Smiles* Or ‘till Channing calls.

Nevada: That’s fucking disgusting.

Dama: Oh? Who would you pick then, hmmm?

Nevada: Nobody, cause I’m not a dick. *smirks*

Which language are Nevada and Dama more comfortable speaking?

Dama: Personally, I prefer speaking English. I like speaking Spanish to Nevada because it’s intimate and not everyone will understand us. I enjoy that. With my kids I speak it because it’s an important part of who we are and I want them to be a part of that.

Nevada: Bro, literally everybody around us except for the Blackwoods speak Spanish. Como que ‘intimate?’

Dama: Can I change my answer about us being happily married?

Nevada: *points a thumb at Dama* You see what I gotta put up with?

Amanda: Okay, but half the time, you deserve it. Seriously.

Jen: Half?

Dama: Preach sister.

Nevada: Jesus Christ, surrounded by fucking ovaries over here.

*All three women arch a brow at him*

Question for Amber and Omar, separately but addressed to both of them: Does Amber want to get back together with Omar and hope that it will be like it was before Fallon?

Amber: No thanks

Same question for Omar.

Omar: No, I don’t wanna get back together with Amber.

Also, do either of them sometimes regret Fallon coming into the picture? Because like, without her they might’ve still been close and together

Omar: Honestly, I think we would’ve broken up anyway. It’s got nothing to do with Fallon. We just eventually ran out of shit to talk about and things to do that wasn’t sex. We would’ve grown apart anyway. Maybe it would’a taken longer, pero we would’a broken up eventually, I think.

Amber: I agree. Sexually, we have incredibly chemistry, but we didn’t do anything but have sex. The funny thing is now that we’re not married or together, we have tons to talk about.

Question for Nevada: does he ever regret marrying Dama and having all those babies? Like, does he ever think what his life would be like without them and just having raised Eddie? And what does he feel and think about that?

Nevada: *pauses for a minute* Nah. I mean I know my life would be a hell of a lot easier if they weren’t in the picture, but I like having my family around. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the extra responsibility, pero for the most part, having kids ain’t so bad. Having a wife, though… *Dama glares at him* I’m kidding, she’s handy too.

Amanda: He just doesn’t wanna sound all lovey-dovey, but he loves his wife and those kids a lot more than he lets on.

Question for Eddie, is he gay? Or is he just BI?

Eddie: Coño, what’s it matter? I can stick my dick in anything I want right? If you’re at a buffet, you don’t just eat the sushi, you want some sausage too.

*Nevada laughs*

Dama: Eduardo Cuervo-Ramirez, I do not want that crass language on this interview!

Eddie: Tia they asked me a question, I’m supposed to answer. Yeah I guess if you wanna put a label on it, I’m okay with dick or pussy. What matters is the person, not the parts.

Dama: Jesus Christ, Eddie!

Nevada: There you go, mijo. Way to be how you want. *looks at Dama* Dejalo, chica.

*Dama rolls her eyes*

Will the story progress up to the last season to show us what will happen to everyone, when they’re old and gray? And hopefully not leave us with a cliffhanger. At least make everyone happy. Also, can I please request that everyone end up happy and Nevada doesn’t die in his line of work/ironically from a stroke caused by Lily or something lol would be hilarious though! Oh And Omar gets his job back and hopefully gets back together with Amber. Oh and to know what will happen to Rafael and Roxie!

We actually can’t say much to this question guys… It’s an amazing question! But neither myself or Amanda are fans of spoilers so we plan on keeping the ending under wraps for now. But I can promise Lily won’t give Nevada a stroke. Jesus, I hope not lol

Do Nevada and Dama plan to raise NJ like they did Eddie? Or will Nevada try to teach him so of the “business” ? I think Nevada will not want that for NJ like he didn’t want it for Eddie … Right?

Dama: I think Nevada and I both agree that none of our kids should be anywhere near the business. Right baby?

Nevada: *pauses for a minute, then shrugs* I don’t know, I kinda wanna do a “Take Your Kid To Work Day.”

Dama: I will put a bullet in you.

Nevada: Why? You think our kid is too good to run a strip club? It’s a legitimate way to earn a living, and he’d get to be surrounded by pussy and tits all day.

Dama: No! No I don’t wanna hear it! Lalalalala! I will not listen to my son and the word pussy in the same sentence, pendejo!

Nevada: *smirks and shakes his head* NJ comes near my business, I’ll bash his nose into his face. Mejor?

Dama: *Cringes* Not better.

Nevada: Bueno, what do you want me to do, chica? No, he’s not gonna learn anything about the business.

Question for Roxie: Does she ever feel homesick? And what are thoughts of Rafael and Roxie moving to London permanently?

Roxie: Oh, I really do miss my home. London has a special place in my heart and I’ll never stop missing it. But my heart is with Rafael, he’s my home now. And whether we move to London, or stay in New York, I’ll be perfectly content.

Rafael: I always thought maybe we’d retire in London, but our lives are in New York for now.

Roxie: London isn’t great to raise children, I want them to see sunshine. They’ll never see it there.

For some reason, I’m imagining Nevada not to have tattoos although if Dama has and he’s been like, badass for ever, it’s natural to assume he has. I just can’t picture it. So question to either the cast or authors: does he have a tattoo/multiple and of what and when did he get them if he has any. I actually hope Nevada doesn’t have any tattoos cuz I like him just Nevada. I’d rather just imagine him to only have packs and the build of a man to die for <3

Amanda: He doesn’t have any tattoos, but what he has an abundance of is scars. Bullet wounds, stab wounds, you name it.

Dama: So fucking sexy.

Jen: Yeah…if you like injuries from…stabbings and prison.

Dama: Like I said. So fucking sexy.

Nevada: I got one near my eye where my mom tried to pluck my eyeball out with a fork.

Amanda: Thank you for that insightful addition, Nevada.

Nevada: Mhm. Her favorite scar is one I got right on my chest, that was from a bar fight when I was like twenty or something. Fucker broke a chair over me, it broke and he used on of the pieces to–

Amanda: Okay, we get it. *shudders* Scars are sexy, but details really creep me out.

Dama: Sometimes he tells me that story to get me in the mood. I don’t condone violence but it already happened…and the scar is so… *eyes focus on his chest and then his crotch*

Amanda: Seriously? Later, woman, we’re in the middle of an interview.

Nevada: Fuck that *to Dama* Wanna go to the bathroom?

Dama: *Stands up* We’re gonna take a brief intermission.

This question for the Cuba vs Dr Q&A, this goes out to Dama and Nevada. So you guys have been married for about 7 years at least, how do you guys keep the spark going? - Delia26

Dama: A strong connection on both a mental and physical level, common interests and things to do together, special things only you two do. Like anal, or pottery.

Nevada: I hate pottery. Everything else, yeah. We like to try new shit every once in awhile.

Dama: And if one of us suggests things, we always gives two options. Like…we could go bird-watching or we can put on expensive clothes and have sex on a pile of money. It’s all about options.

Nevada: Bird-watching? Who would wanna do that?

Cast questions… Lily what are your favorite things about your Papi and Mami?

Lily: A question for me? Papi look! Someone ask-ed me a question! Ummm I like my mami because she is the prettiest person in the whole wide world and she looks like a princess! She makes me Mac and Cheese and she even still does the sippy cup song with me and NJ and Fi. But Fi doesn’t like it. But Fi doesn’t like anything.

For Papi, I like that he brushes my hair and tells me bedtime stories. He gives the bestest cuddles in the UNIVERSE! Which mama says is bigger than just the world. Papi also comes home from work and plays with me, even though sometimes I can tell that he sleepy.

Nevada: Oye, what about me being the most handsome man in the whole world, princesa? You don’t think papi’s handsome?

Lily: *giggles* No! Papi’s aren’t handsome! Papi look like a troll!

Nevada: Ah si?

Lily: Papi’s can’t be handsome silly! Otherwise the princess would marry them and not the prince!

Nevada: You just said your mother looks like a princess. Oye, you hurt my feelings, no more tea parties for you. *crosses arms and looks away*

Amanda: Are you for real? She’s six.

Nevada: *shrugs defiantly*

Lily: *Bottom lip trembles as eyes fill with tears*

Jen: Now he’s done it.

Nevada: *to Dama* Nothing to say?

Dama: *Still laughing from the troll comment*

Nevada: *gets up and leaves the room*

Amanda: Aye, he’s so fucking sensitive. *bites bottom lip* Please don’t tell him I said that. *looks at Lily* Lily, your papi just wanted you to say he was handsome, you don’t have to mean it.

Lily: Mami says not to lie *sniffles*

Dama: *Kneels* Sweetheart, you said the princess marries the prince right?

Lily: Si.

Dama: Well then if I’m the princess, that makes papi the prince, right?

Lily: Oh! *Hurries out to Nevada and hugs him* Papi don’t be sad. I love you so much! Mami says you’re the prince! So you’re the most handsomest!

Nevada: You don’t mean it. *gives her a puppy pout*

Lily: I do! I do! Mami said if she’s the princess then you’re the handsome prince!

Nevada: Mami says… *sighs and gets up, walking with Lily back into the interview room*

Lily: Papi is the handsomest! I mean it papi! Right mami? *Nevada rolls his eyes* Tell him!

Dama: *Smiles* I’ve always thought so.

Questions for Omar: Do you still love Amber?

Omar: I’ll always love Amber, but I’m not in love with her. No.

Has Fallon grown on you or did you love her unconditionally the first time you saw her?

Omar: She’s growing on me, I guess. Shit, she didn’t do anything to me. I got no reason to hate her.

On that note,how is fatherhood treating you?

Omar: She’s not dead, that’s something right?

Amanda: *looking at Omar with an expressionless face* Where did you go?

Omar: What?

Amanda: You’re not the same Omar anymore, it creeps me out a little.

Omar: *shrugs*

Jen: He’s the absolute worst now.

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title Bang Bang summary The neon lights make me numb pairing Itasaku rating babies, close your eyes. racier than what i normally do. 

Part i | Part ii (here) | Part iii | Part iv | Part v | Part vi | Part vii | Part viii | Part ix | Part x | Part xi | Part xii | Part xiii | Part xiv | Part xv | Part xvi | Part xvii | Part xviii | Part xix | Part xx | Part xxi | Part xxii | Part xxiii | Part xxiv | Part xxv | Part xxvi | Part xxvii | Part xxviii | Part xxix | Part xxx | Part xxxi | Part xxxii | Part xxxiii | Part xxxiv | Part xxxv | Part xxxvi | Part xxxvii| Part xxxviii | Part xxxix | Part XL (it ends here)

The view from Victoria Peak was one of her favorite things about this city. Sakura clung to the metal barrier. The wind whipped at her cheeks and clothes, angry for a moment. And then calm again.

The entire island took on a strange gradient of glows. The bottom buzzed orange and warm as the streetlights beat back the darkness. And then came the high-rises growing from the concrete. Their many windows lit up florescent white and blue. She could pick out some of the nightclubs and parties even from here- the windows pulsing bright purples and greens. Last were the skyscrapers that reached like hands to the heavens. It almost looked like the clouds would snag against their pointed tops. 

In the distance, she could make out the dark skeletons of buildings still in progress. The strangely-shaped one by the harbor was of particular interest. Yakushi Kabuto had invested a significant amount of money into that project. Her boys were still looking into why.

“Aunt Cheng.”`

“I know,” Sakura said, pushing away from the barrier. 

“Uncle Hashirama is waiting,” Tenten reminded her, opening the back door of the car.

“We’ll stop by the restaurant and pick up some roast goose. He never gets mad when I come with food,” Sakura said. Tenten sighed as she got into the back with her.

“Honestly, you’re the only person I know who tests the Dragon Head’s patience,” she scolded half-heartedly. Zabuza chortled as he started the car and began driving. He took them through the long, winding road that spiraled down from Victoria Peak.

“I’m also the only female Red Pole, Tenten. I didn’t just get here by being a pretty face,” Sakura quipped in return.

“You’re late,” grunted Yamato as she got out of the car several minutes later. He leaned against the hood of his expensive sports car. It was one she didn’t recognize. Perhaps a gift from one of the Red Poles? Or maybe even Uncle Hashirama himself?

“You still playing as Uncle Hashirama’s chaffeur?” sneered Zabuza. Yamato lowered his cigarette, giving Zabuza an incredulous look.

“Fuck you. You’re her chaffeur too,” Yamato retorted, looking at Sakura.

“Now, now, boys. We’re not here to fight. Play nice while the grown-ups go up and talk,” Sakura said with a saccharine smile. Tenten smirked at the two men as she followed Sakura into the building. 

Uncle Hashirama owned countless buildings in the city. But his preferred meeting place was the building that overlooked Victoria Harbor. It had a direct view to Kowloon on the opposite side of the water. But more importantly, some of the busiest ports were in clear sight from his office from the top floor. The floors below housed shell companies and fronts that never actually seemed to have any clients. The bottom floor of the old building housed a yum cha restaurant that was apparently quite popular. Even at this time of night, there was a line out the front door. Sakura glimpsed the busy restaurant as she walked up the stairs from the back entrance.

“You’ve got to convince Uncle to get an elevator installed in here,” huffed Tenten as they reached the 5th floor.  Sakura shrugged.

“You pick and choose your battles with him,” she replied. She nodded to the thugs on guard duty who immediately opened the door for her. Taking the takeout container from Tenten, Sakura strode in, an extra swish in her hips.

“Uncle Hashirama-”

“You’re late.”

Sakura looked over to see who had spoken. Tobirama sat in an old leather armchair. An unlit cigarette sat between his lips.

“You know why you’re boring? You just said the exact same thing to me as Yamato,” she sighed, tilting her head. Tobirama scowled at her. Reaching into her coat pocket, she grabbed her lighter and tossed it. He caught it with one hand without thanks.

“But my brother is right, Sakura. You are late,” Hashirama said, turning in his chair. Middle age hadn’t taken his charm from him. His dark hair was perfectly silky, framing his tanned face. In his pressed shirt and and rolled up sleeves, he looked like anybody’s handsome father. He was one of the rare gangsters who had avoided scarring on his face. That was a testament to his strength rather than to his vanity, though. There were rumors that his body was unblemished too, although nobody could confidently confirm.

Hashirama rested his chin on his folded hands, waiting.

“Only because I stopped to get your favorite, Uncle,” replied Sakura in a sing-song voice. She held up the takeout, fluttering her eyelashes. 

Hashirama heaved a deep sigh. He leaned back in his chair, making it squeak.

“Did you ask for extra sauce?” he asked.

“Uncle. How could you even ask me that?” gasped Sakura, holding up an extra plastic container.

“A fucking Red Pole bribing the Dragon Head with roast duck,” grumbled Tobirama a few minutes later. He watched Hashirama tear into the meat with both hands. The disgust was clear on Tobirama’s face. Sakura laughed as she shed her coat. Tenten draped it over her arm, leaving Sakura in a black blazer and matching skirt. She walked over to Tobirama, red heels tapping against the cement floor. 

As her shadow fell across him, Tobirama glanced up at her. She reached into his shirt pocket to pluck out a cigarette. Placing it in her mouth, she leaned in close to press the tip against his. The paper sizzled. Tobirama grimaced.

“Are you serious, woman? You could have just asked for yours back,” he grumbled. But still he didn’t resist when she deposited herself in his lap, her calves resting on the armrest. Tobirama held up her lighter. She only batted her eyelashes at him. Sighing and muttering under his breath, Tobirama twisted to place the lighter in the pocket of her blazer.

“You’re a peach, Tobirama,” she said. She blew smoke into his face, making him squint. She used the opportunity to peck the tip of his nose.

“You’re hopeless,” he sighed.

“Okay, stop teasing him, Sakura. What did you want to talk to me about so badly?” Hashirama interrupted after swallowing a mouthful of duck. He wiped his fingers clean on a handful of cheap napkins. Sakura took her cigarette out of her mouth, holding it between two fingers.

“I just wanted to see if you got my present the other day, Uncle. I had it expedited just for you,” replied Sakura. She felt Tobirama let out a silent snort of laughter. 

“Yeah and we got the card too. What Red Pole writes notes on stationery covered with bunnies?” scoffed Tobirama. Sakura turned to look at him, her eyelashes lowering.

“What kind of Red Pole calls them ‘bunnies’ and not ‘rabbits’?” she asked in return. That shut him right up. They both looked back at Hashirama. He took his time wiping his mouth.

“I have to say, Sakura, the handiwork was commendable. What gave you the idea for the presentation?” asked Hashirama. Sakura looked up humming, pretending to think.

“Oh, it’s just that he threatened to cut my face into ribbons. So I thought I’d return the favor. Although, the credit has to go to Sai for the actual work. He’s a real artist,” replied Sakura. Hashirama laughed at that. 

“You know, I was worried when you brought in so much new blood during your initiation. But it seems like everywhere I turn, I’m hearing good things about them. I’m glad I trusted your eye,” Hashirama commended her. Sakura smiled shyly, lowering her gaze.

“Oh Uncle, you’re such a flatterer,” she replied. But then her expression sobered. She lifted her chin.

“I wanted to ask if this makes us even with the Uchiha-gumi? If you’re satisfied, I don’t feel the need to pursue any further retribution against the Japanese,” she went on. It sounded like a question but it wasn’t really. And Hashirama seemed to pick up on this. He tore off a piece of goose, dunking it into the sauce. He examined it as he spoke.

“Well, my dear, if you’re not upset, then I can hardly hold onto my own anger. Although I did hear that they damaged your lovely face,” sighed Hashirama. He stuffed the goose into his mouth when he had finished speaking.

“What?” Tobirama demanded.

Grabbing Sakura’s chin, he twisted her face to him. Pushing her hair aside, he found the small white bandage.

“It’s only two stitches,” Sakura assured him. “Relax.” She pushed his hand down. And then she leaned in close.

“It’s okay, Tobirama. You know I like it rough.”

Tobirama’s entire face flushed red. His hands clamped down on the armrests as he looked away from her. 

Hashirama watched the exchange with a helpless expression. He hadn’t heard what she had said, but he could guess. He had to admit that it was somewhat funny to see her mess with his stuffy, uptight little brother. 

“Oh and one other thing, Uncle,” said Sakura, turning back to the Dragon Head.

“I’m giving a bigger cut of our profits to you starting next month,” she announced. Hashirama’s eyebrows rose. 

“Sakura, I’m not demanding more from you. You bring in almost as much money as Tobirama’s boys do. And you far outshine the Red Arrow boys,” he assured her. Her upper lip curled at the mere mention of the Red Arrow gang.

“Uncle, I’m not interested in being compared to the likes of Kabuto and his tweakers,” she complained. Tobirama bit back his smile. He met his brother’s eyes and quickly looked away to avoid laughing outright.

“Anyway, my boy Charlie Lau made a connection. We started moving product in through Ginza from Kowloon and he’s making a killing.  Thought it would be nice that some of that trickles into your pockets.”

Hashirama looked straight into her eyes. His stare seemed to search her very soul. Many mistook this Dragon Head as being too light-hearted compared to his predecessors. But Sakura knew that he could spot a lie like a hawk spotted a field mouse. Talons out. Dive and kill.

“What do you want, Sakura?” he demanded. The laughter was gone. 

Sakura took a drag from her cigarette. Tilting her head back, she expelled the smoke in one long trail toward the ceiling. With her left hand, she reached back, as if to hold onto the back of the armchair. Instead, she gently combed her fingers through Tobirama’s hair. 

“Nothing....yet,” she responded. And then she smiled, eyes narrowing. She met Hashirama’s gaze.

“But when the time comes, Uncle, I want you to remember that I’m your favorite. Not Kabuto,” she added. 

Hashirama looked her over one more time. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. Pushing his takeout aside, he motioned for a cigarette from one of his cronies.

“Are you about to start a headache for me, Jing-Mei?” he questioned. 

Sakura raked her fingers across Tobirama’s scalp. She felt his grip tighten around her thigh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that his expression hadn’t changed. She smiled.

“Now why would you say that to your favorite, Uncle?” she giggled.

Sakura sent Tenten ahead after her meeting with the Dragon Head. They paused in the lobby outside Uncle Hashirama’s office as Tenten helped her into her coat.

“Go ahead with Zabuza. Make your rounds in Central and check in on the boys. I want to make sure that we’ve got this month’s protection money. Be especially careful towards the east. If you run into the Red Arrow boys, avoid a fight if possible,” Sakura ordered, flipping her hair over her collar. Tenten frowned.

“What about you, Boss?” she questioned.

“I’m going to have a talk with Tobirama. If I need the car later, I’ll call,” Sakura assured her. As Tenten hesitated, the doors to Uncle Hashirama’s office opened. Tobirama strode out, his silhouette somehow filling the entire room. 

Tenten didn’t understand how her boss got away with teasing him. Just looking at the man was enough to make her blood run cold. She had shed plenty of blood in her day, but this Red Pole was on another level. She had never seen a man with such murderous eyes. 

“Go. I’ll be at my apartment in Aberdeen if you need me later,” she urged Tenten.

“Got it, Boss,” Tenten finally agreed. And then she hurried down the stairs before Tobirama could try to say something to her.

Sakura took her time fidgeting with her coat and brushing imaginary lint off her skirt. She waited until she was certain that Tenten was long gone before she began her lazy way down the stairs.

She listened. Heard his footfalls follow her. 

His hand slammed against the wall just beside her head when they reached the landing for the deserted third floor.

“What were you trying to pull in there?” Tobirama growled. His chest heaved up and down. In the darkened stairwell, she almost couldn’t make out the red tattoos on his cheeks and chin. She looked up into his eyes, unwavering. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. When her mouth moved, their lips almost touched. She could feel him trembling, hear his fist tightening beside her ear. She could even hear his teeth grinding together. His breath stank of tobacco as he exhaled.

“What will you do if Uncle sees us like this here?” Sakura whispered. 

Tobirama didn’t move.

Sakura reached out, her palm resting against his chest. He flinched a little. But stilled as her hand ran down his leather jacket, smoothing over his side. She slipped her fingers under the zipper, depositing a key card into his pants pocket. 

“Good night, Tobirama,” she then said. Without another word, she ducked under his arm and made her way down the stairs. Unhurried. Her hands in the pockets of her unbuttoned coat. She made it all the way down to the first floor, out the back doors. Yamato gave her a sullen nod as she passed. He didn’t seem to hate her as much as he hated Zabuza and Tenten.

“Your ride left, Aunt Cheng. Need a lift?” he offered, uncharacteristically generous. Sakura looked at him over her shoulder.

“No need. You have a good night,” she responded, already walking. Yamato gave her another nod, his eyebrows rising. 

Sakura flagged a taxi a couple blocks from Uncle Hashirama’s building. She told him her address and then pulled her phone from her pocket. 

Tenten must have spread the word that she was busy. There were only a few messages and they were mostly about things that could wait. She replied to Tommy’s text about their meeting next week. And then she read over the short email from Sai updating her on the goings-on at the club in her absence. By the time she was done catching up, the taxi had stopped in front of her building. She paid and then headed into the high-rise.

This apartment in North Point had been her first big purchase. Technically, it was in the Chrysanthemum gang’s territory, but they didn’t seem to mind. At the time, she had thought to stay in Uncle Hashirama’s territory. Back then, Red Pole had been a distant goal she had thought she would never reach. 

She had started off as a hostess in her mother’s little snack bar in Yokohama. Her mother, a Hong Kong immigrant who never talked about her past, had raised her on her own. Sakura had a sneaking suspicion that either her mother had run away from her father or didn’t know who he was. Either way, she had grown up as Cheng Jing-Mei until the sidelong looks and snide comments at school had driven her home in tears. Where she had begged her mother for a Japanese name. To stop all those judgmental stares.

So the name Haruno Sakura replaced everything on the register. But the new name didn’t help. Everyone knew that she went home to an apartment above a smoky little snack bar in Chinatown. They knew that she was different, made comments about her mother and her whiskey-voice. 

The only comfort Sakura could find was in her mother’s snack bar. Where other Chinese-born and their children stopped in after work for a drink and someone to talk to. Together they could share in the experience of not quite fitting in. Like jamming feet into shoes that were just a half-size too small. She started fighting those sneering bullies, learning to band together with those like her.

But then her mother had died. And with the money she made selling her mother’s bar, she could have finished school. Entered the work force and made an honest living. Instead she decided to move back to Hong Kong where her mother had grown up. With her passable Cantonese and middling Mandarin, Sakura had managed to find a job at a seedy little karaoke bar. 

Which was where she had first met Hashirama. 

At the time, a rakish man in his early thirties, Hashirama had been a Red Pole. In charge of the Chrysanthemum Gang under the previous Dragon Head. He had caught her staring at the fresh tattoo of the god of war, Guan Yu, on his right arm. She sang him a couple songs, had a few conversations. And she eventually became his favorite each time he visited.

“You know. We’ve been looking into making some friends in Japan. Do you think you’d be willing to translate for us?” he had asked one night. Barely 17, living in a dirty apartment with five other karaoke hostesses, she had jumped at the chance to do something bigger. To be useful to the handsome gangster who often felt like the only person to really hear her voice. 

The favors multiplied. They asked her to hide a weapon. To make a phone call and recite some numbers. As her skills in Cantonese and Mandarin improved, Hashirama invited her to come work at a different club- this one run by the Chrysanthemum Gang. Where she didn’t have to sit on the laps of men she didn’t like. Where if anyone got mouthy with her, one of Hashirama’s men would be sure to step in. 

She continued to translate, learning to smile and laugh to smooth over the tense moments. And that charm helped her ingratiate herself with his goons. They taught her to fight, taught her how to shoot a gun. Instead of “bitch” and “girl” they started to learn her name. 

Soon, she was out of the karaoke booths. Instead, she was in the back room of the club. Helping Hashirama plan, sinking deeper and deeper into his secrets. Finally feeling like this was the shoe size that fit her.

These little things piled up one on top of another. Until the night she had been given as a present to another Red Pole: Orochimaru. 

The betrayal had ruined her. She was inconsolable. Drowning herself in alcohol and fleeting flings with nameless men. She hadn’t understood what she had done wrong to make Hashirama throw her away like she didn’t matter. Why had big brother Hashirama suddenly come to hate her, she lamented. And as the months dragged on, she began to see how Orochimaru took a liking to her and trusted her. 

She was given one laundering business. Then two. Then ten. Handed over the racketeering in the night market. Orochimaru bought a building in her name because she was just so damn good at keeping secrets. As the years went on, she gathered her own following as Orochimaru’s right hand and the second most powerful member of the Jade Gang. 

She still failed to see the bigger picture until the night the Dragon Head was assassinated by Orochimaru.

He was executed by Hashirama’s men maybe an hour later. And by the end of the night, Hashirama was named Dragon Head.

She remembered standing in the back room of that smoky karaoke bar a week later.

“Was this all part of your plan? Sending me to Orochimaru? You taking over?” she had demanded. Hitting him and hugging him. Relieved to see him and hating him all at once.

“The Chrysanthemum Gang had to go to my younger brother. I knew that eventually I would have to kill Orochimaru. And having someone like you to take his place made things much easier. Of course, I didn’t realize how soon I would have to take him out.”

Now that she no longer needed to cower under Hashirama’s wing, Sakura devoured freely. Her ties to local businesses deepened. She invested in different companies, expanding and raking in so much money that at first she hadn’t believed the profit reports. Central was firmly in her grasp. Each cog in the machine spun smoothly. And those that couldn’t obey were ground to dust between the spinning wheels. 

Soon, her slice of Hong Kong wasn’t enough. Hashirama, seeing her voracity, had sent her to work with their connections in Japan. The little seeds of influence in Yokohama bloomed under her hand. All of her old connections came in handy as she sweet-talked and fawned her way to control. Her influence spread, seeping up the coast of Japan like a disease. 

As she tapped her key card against the door, she felt his heat engulf her back. 

“You know, the point of us arriving separately was to avoid being seen,” she remarked, her fingers resting on the handle. Tobirama placed his hand on top of hers, turning the handle together, his breath hot against the back of her neck.

Her back hit the wall as soon as she stepped into the apartment. Their bodies twisting together, fingers tangling deep into her hair. She bared her teeth as he tugged her head back. 

“I’m boring?” he demanded. Sakura smirked at him, watched him unbutton the top half of her shirt.

“The Dragon Head isn’t a fool. You can’t keep playing games like that in front of him. You’re going to get us caught,” Tobirama warned, his hands stilling. 

“Oh. As if you’re subtle. Worrying over a little cut like a mother hen,” scoffed Sakura. Tobirama’s eyes narrowed, finding her bandage again. 

“If that little rat wasn’t already dead, I’d drown him in Victoria Harbor myself,” he snarled. Sakura laughed. She dragged him up by the hair to meet her mouth. 

“Ooh. Talk dirty to me,” she teased between kisses. Tobirama pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

“...You’re really fucked up, you know that?” he stated. And she couldn’t quite tell whether he was being serious or not. 

“You are too, Tobirama,” she reminded him. 

A smile warmed his face, burning from deep within his eyes. 

“Never said I wasn’t, Madam Red Pole.”

Part i | Part ii (here) | Part iii | Part iv | Part v | Part vi | Part vii | Part viii | Part ix | Part x | Part xi | Part xii | Part xiii | Part xiv | Part xv | Part xvi | Part xvii | Part xviii | Part xix | Part xx | Part xxi | Part xxii | Part xxiii  | Part xxiv | Part xxv | Part xxvi | Part xxvii | Part xxviii | Part xxix | Part xxx | Part xxxi | Part xxxii | Part xxxiii | Part xxxiv | Part xxxv | Part xxxvi | Part xxxvii| Part xxxviii | Part xxxix | Part XL (it ends here)

[artificialqueens]

Fame goes vegan ~ Hobnob

A/N: The other night i was watching countryfile and a segment about vegan cooking came on. I was disgusted, i turned off the telly. My mum asked me what was wrong and i just shook my head because I don’t like the vegan lifestyle. They make me feel sick. However, i like to consider myself a non judgemental person. I thought about what i did and decided to write a fic about the vegans to better understand them.

I really hope you enjoy and i also hope you read this during bake off because it’s on tonight and I’m making an apple crumble for my big brother. ~ Hobnob

Pee ess: this is a continuation of my critically acclaimed novel, more than meats the pie. If you want sweet gooey context go read that first.

Miss Fame felt rumblies in her tummy, and that only meant one thing. Time for some good eats!

The possibilities were endless. She thought about Maccies, nandos, even a subway. Alas there was only one food branch that would fill the gaping void in her gut. Greggs.

She nodded to herself and made her way out of her bungalow, all 3 chickens following behind her.

“Time for us to grab a bite to eat.” Fame said elegantly, re-applying a roll of industrial duck tape around her forehead.

Dobbin, the mentally challenged chicken clucked in agreement. Fame loved her chickens.

Once they got to Greggs fame posed in excitement. What would she get today? A yum yum? A steak bake? Prehaps even a slice of za.

She entered promptly and behind the counter was of corse Sharon Needles herself, making scary faces at babies as they cried.

Fame was the store manager of Greggs, and Sharon was a pretty shit employee, but she got the job done.

“I’ll have a…”

Fame looked over the various options like a nonce in a playpark. Mmmh.

“Wait, whats this one?” Fame pointed with a contoured finger, arching an already arched brow.

“I call that the spooky pot pie!” Sharon retorted, jumping at the sound of her own voice. “I’ll give you it for a quid h0h hOh!”

Fame tried to furrow her brow but damn botox got her every time. She looked over to her chickens. Big Dave was looking into her eyes with wonder. Fame had never been surer of anything in her life.

“I’ll take it 4 free I’m store manager” Fame bckawed, smashing through the counter to grab the pie herself.

Once she clasped the savoury treat in her hands, she pecked at it, savouring the crumbs as they dropped down her oesophagus wetly.

“Ah mm” Fame said, arching her brows a little more somehow. “Wott are these made of?”

Sharon looked to the distance in consideration. “Used needles, crushed up Alaska, soap…”

“Ah” Fame nodded, taking another peck.

“Oh and chicken.”

Fame froze.

She dropped the pie and looked down to her hands. They were shaking.

What had she done.

She fell to her knees and let out a roaring screech. Her chickens all looked disappointed as they left the Greggs, shaking their heads. Fame would never see them again.

Dobbin…Lidl…Big dave…She had failed them all. Her attention turned to Sharon.

“YOU. YOU DID THIS.” She said angrily whilst maintaining the same facial expression throughout. The light of the Greggs bakery flickered as all of the customers looked on in horror.

“Don’t blame this on me, you shouldn’t eat anything from here we don’t own ovens”

“get out”

Sharon left hanging her head, red tears running down her cheek as she cried softly into a cheese and onion pastie.

Fame needed to make sure this would never happen again, that she would never loose another chicken as long as she lived.

Fame needed…to go vegan.

Busting out her nokia Fame looked through her contacts. She needed to assemble a group the likes of which the world had never seen.

Then she saw her. Of corse. A fellow vegan to help her plight. She began to text.

Fame: Courtney act i need your help.

Courtney: I’m touring atm mate can you fuck off

Fame: no Courtney the people need to stop eating animal based products

Courtney: It’s true. For too long Ive sat by and watched Willam eat pork

Fame: Contact every vegetarian you know

Fame: We need to stop the issue at it’s source

Courtney: what

Fame: we need to…kill rupaul

Courtney: k ill get adore on the phone

Yes, it made perfect sense. Rupaul gave Stacy Layne Matthews that bucket of chicken, she used cow milk for her chocolate bar, she even made an entire mini challenge dedicated to eating chicken.

Rupaul had often rubbed Fame the wrong way. How she constantly remarked about her head, how she sent her home after a stellar performance. Absolute slag.

She would have to be an example to the world to show the consequences of eating meat.

Fame felt her phone buzz and glanced towards her screen.

Courtney: Aight all done meet us outside wow presents in manchester

Fame: Thanks you aussie bastard

Courtney: If we can save even one animal with no quality of life from death so it can go on living life with little to no self awareness, its all worth it.

She threw her phone out the window as it landed on little John from down the road. Everything was coming together nicely. It wouldn’t be long now.

Soon…

~

Getting to the Logo TV building in Manchester was hard. She had to take the London underground with Alexis Michelle who kept trying to make subwayfish happen.

The room was less than glamorous and smelt like curry, but she could work with this.

Fame tapped the microphone as she looked over the sea of faces. She recognised most of them. Fuck they were ugly.

She cleared her throat but accidentally made a clucking noise.

“I presume you know why i gathered you all here today.” She began.

“Meat is murder!” Alaska yelled.

“Hoooooneeeeeyy is an animal based product!!” Trixie screeched.

“Fame should i be at work?” Sharon queried.

Fame rubbed her contoured temple. This was an absolute shitshow.

“Alright we need to kill Rupaul on live television. Does anyone have any ideas?”

Everyone scratched their stubble and thunk for a moment. It would be no easy task after all.

“I HAVE AN IDEA” Bianca spoke, raising her pitchfork.

“Yes Bianca what it it?”

“LETS SLASH HER FUCKING NECK.”

“Thats a start Bianca.” Fame nodded, scribbling it down in her notebook. She didn’t know how to read or write but it made her look professional. “Anything else?”

“Lets cover her in pigs blood and gasoline then light her on fire!!” Adore added.

“Jesus christ Adore alright” Fame said, jotting down the graphic notes.

“We should give her the wrong dosage of paracetamol and wait for her to die of kidney failure over the course of 5 months!!” Trixie added.

“You know what lets go with Adores” Fame concluded. It was settled, they would pour blood over mawma Rupe then light her on fire. The plan was almost complete except for one thing.

“Everyone here but me is busted I’ll paint all of you personally” Fame said elegantly as a few party poppers went off. Everyone looked well exited. Trixie began to sob tears of pure joy!!

“Before we begin, let it be known. THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED!!” Fame screeched, raising a fist into the air. Everyone did the same, chanting her name in unison.

She let out a tear for a brief moment remembering her lost chickens, then sucked it back in so she wouldn’t look bustid.

Everything was falling into place.

~

20 hours later and everyone in the room was painted by Fame. No exceptions. They were like this hive mind with the same goal, trampling everything in their path.

The group of vegans and vegetarians made their way to the studio of Drag Race which happened to be in Yorkshire. Courtney jogged behind with a big bucket of pigs blood.

“Say Courtney…” Fame began “How did you acquire that pigs blood?”

“It’s Willams he unfollowed me on twitter”

“Oh”

Soon enough, there they were, stood outside the studio. A bouncer walked up to them with an angry expression.

Wait…that face…

Jujubee.

“I know why you’re here ladies.” She said, producing a piece of fried chicken from her pocket and taking a biiiig munch. Fame clenched her fists.

“Out of our way juju, we have no quarrel with you.” They all said in unison, expression unchanging.

“You managed to paint everyone…Did they accept willingly?” Juju said, turning her head to the real Fame.

“Or did you just not tell them the second you painted them, they would be mindless zombies under your control.”

Fame pulled a knife out of her contoured titty’s. “They didn’t need to know that. It’s better this way.” They approached each other slowly. One of them wouldn’t make it out alive, and it sure as shit wouldn’t be Fame.

“This is bigger than you and me jujubee. You know it’s true. Eating meat is…sick.”

“Well unfortunately for you, i love long walks on the beach, big dicks…and fried chicken.”

That was the last straw. Fame lunged at her, but ended up crashing into the wall. The cult joined in, throwing themselves at juju.

Juju was fast, dodging and ducking whilst continuing to eat fried chicken. She even managed to take out Alaska with a mighty blow. Courtney sobbed over her mangled body.

“You know me Fame, we don’t have to do this, just turn back!” They were head to head now, both brandishing knives.

“Like fuck i will you little shit!” She menaced, managing to graze juju’s face with her knife. She recoiled in pain and grasped at her bleeding wound. They both paused for a moment.

“You know this piece of chicken right here?” Juju began, taking out a new piece. Fame held back the tears. “What was his name…hmmm. Big dave?”

“B-big dave…” Fame froze in shook, though her expression was still basically the same.

“And this one…” Juju said taking out another fried piece, “Ah yes…Dobbin!”

Fame couldn’t take it anymore. She covered her ears and began to sob, curling up into a ball on the floor.

“Pathetic.” Juju sneered, spitting on the floor next to her.

Then her expression dropped. Juju was…coughing up blood? Spluttering she collapsed to the ground with a large pitchfork sticking out of her back. She’d been impaled by Bianca!

“Not today satan…” Bianca said stoically through heavy breathing. “Not today…”

Fame got up and gave Bianca a Scooby snack. She turned back around to see the group, most in tatters and lying on the floor.

“DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO DO TO US.” Fame yelled, gesturing towards the door. “IF THEY DO NOT PERISH, WE WILL.”

The feint sound of runway music filled the air. Season 9 was in session. The pounding baseline mimicked their heartbeats. She could hear Ru’s cackle as she shamelessly plugged her products like the rat she was.

“NOW I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU…BUT IM READY TO COMMIT MURDER ON LIVE TELEVISION!”

Spirits were back up, though they were never really down to begin with. Everyone was brainwashed and incapable of any consciousnesses beyond the realm of completing their primary directive.

“TO BATTLE!!!” Fame screeched as everyone joined in. She busted down the door and sure enough all the season 9 queens stood around the runway. Christ they were ugly.

“Hello Fame!” Alexis Michelle yelled, waving her hand.

“Not now Alexis fuck off.” She said Signalling everyone to halt for a moment. Then she spotted her. Rupaul. Fame went positively red under her foundation as her fists shook in fury.

“Fame?” Rupaul said, only slightly surprised rolling her neck a couple of times. “We didn’t schedule a previous queen redemption arc…Michelle pass us the script.”

“I can’t we used it for the paper mache challenge. Bob Ross was the guess judge.”

“SILENCE.” Fame vouged, kicking michelle visage off her chair. “Your days of killing innocent animals is over Rupaul!!”

Ru gasped, looking towards the crowd of angry vegetarians that all looked like Fame. “You can try…but first you’ll have to get past my girls!” Rupaul said elegantly, gesturing over to the stage of season 9 queens.

“Why? You treat us like shit!” Shea piped up.

“You gave me a villain edit!!” Aja added.

“You eliminated Cynthia!” Sasha yelled.

Everyone shook their heads and went to the interior illusions lounge to enjoy an absolute cocktail, exept for Charlie who coughed up some dust and stayed in the same place.

“Shit, come back ladies! Stop listening to your inner saboteurs!” Ru cried in desperation. “Michelle, bring back my girls!!”

Michelle got up off the floor, which was no easy feat due to the weight of her breasts. “I’ve got my nieces piano recital in ten gtg.”

“Wait, don’t leave me here!”

But it was too late. Ru was alone in a room full of pissed off vegans and vegetarians.

“Oh how the tables have turned…” Fame began, taking the bucket of blood from Courtney.

Ru took a long homosexual breath and looked down. Her days had been numbered. If only she had taken an alternative lifestyle.

“Ladies, before i die let me ask you this.” She said, a slight hitch in her voice. Fame was getting pissed, things were getting well off track.

“We’re all just looking for a meal to fill the void in our guts, and the presence of lesser lifeforms will always ensure we partake of the flesh. We were given dominion over God’s creatures. They are ours to enjoy in this cruel joke that is existence. Pain is only momentary in contrast to the eternity of death, and if the blood of animals must be shed for our pleasure, so be it. After all, What is man if not the harbinger of chaos?”

Fame leaned in. “Thats just the thing. We are not man.”

There was a long pause as the room went deathly quiet.

“We are queens.”

In a quick sweeping motion the bucket of blood was poured over Ru, who was mildly aggravated by this turn of events.

“Quick Adore knock us the lighter!”

Adore stopped chonging her weed and threw the lighter half way across the room, straight into Fames contoured palm. She flipped the cap and lit it up, putting it against Rupaul’s wig.

She lit up like a torch, blazing like a fallen goddess. Ru reached out a hand in her agony, but nobody was there to hold it.

“Alriiight we did it right on.” Fame nodded, looking over to Courtney.

“What now?” Courtney asked, clutching Alaska’s bloody dead body in her arms.

“Uh.” Fame looked over to a crisp Rupaul and shrugged. “I’m not sure. In hindsight this is all extremely illegal.”

“Does being vegetarian say anything about eating human?” Trixie asked.

Fame got out her vegetarian handbook and flipped through the pages. “It’s ambiguous.” she concluded, tucking the book back beneath her wig.

Courtney took out a carving knife, slicing into the crispy Rupaul and popping a chunk into her mouth.

“As they say in Australia, ‘This human flesh is cooked perfectly, everyone gather round.’”

And so they all joined together, laughing and telling stories of seasons past.

Fame had done it, and on live telly too. That was pretty good. Reddit would go mental.

Five weeks later she got on Countryfile and did a segment about vegan cooking and proper animal care.

Fin~

[crispyflowerblaze]

my favorite things about each falsettos song (because i’m TOTALLY not making enough falsettos posts already *sarcasm*): warning, this is long and i don’t know how to put a read more

Four Jews in a Room Bitching

all of the “i’m (something), he’s (something), they’re (something), we’re (something)”s those are hILARIOUS

“BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH” (bitch doesn’t look like a real word after typing it that much)

“we got our-” “we got our-” “we got our-” “we got our MIRACLE!”

“we’re good in bed” “excel in bed” “we smell in bed” “where is the bed” “i love the bed” “i want the bed” “who stole the bed?” “who stole the bed?” “i lost it twice” “the bed is mine” “the bed is nice” “the bed is FOUR JEWS IN A ROOM BITCHING”

“one” “two” “three” “four” “five!”

Tight Knit Family/Love is Blind

“i want a group that harmonizes!”

the last (i think) “i want it all!”

“love. isn’t. sex. that’s a thing my husband told me- marvin, my ex!”

“do you only treat queers?” “-laughter- no”

“i’m everything he wanted. it’s time i put it all together”

“i have” “what?” “syphilis” “he said” “good” “i have” “yes?” “syphilis” “it’s true” “good” this part is like that one part of be more chill part 1

“maybe darling so do you!”

“hepa hepa hepatitis hepatitis hepatitis”

“you’re a damaged girl!”

“but daddy’s kissing... boys!!!”

“or perhaps that’s an alibi”

“his name is mendel!” “AHH”

“i admit, i admire you”

Thrill of First Love

-lots of fighting- “we’ve been together”

“we’ve been together for nine months” “ten months” “nine months!” “ten months!” “nine months!” “ten months!”

“don’t” “won’t” “don’t”

“my devotion to    style”

“i was rich, he was horny” “we fit like a glove”

all of the “but i’d kill for that thrill of first   love”

“we like fighting most”

“isn’t that right whizzer? let’s both fight whizzer!”

“i was trained in karate”

“PASSION DIES!” “PASSION DIES!”

when they do the “i would kill for that thrill of first love” overlaps

the last “love”s

Marvin at the Psychiatrist

“sorta kinda”

“sorta... kinda”

“when he’s naked-” “yes” “does he thrill you?” “yes”

“would he kill you?” “...yes”

“i think he’s sorta kinda... mean”

“explore mr. marvin! your core mr. marvin!”

“mOOOOVE me”

“but impress her... i did not!”

“does she sleep in the nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude???”

why is mendel so horny

My Father’s a Homo/Everyone Tells Jason to See a Psychiatrist

“my father’s a homo, my mother’s not thrilled AT ALL! father homo, what about chromosomes, do they carry, will they carr? who’s the HOMO now?”

“i don’t live the life of a normal child!”

“cause i’m too smart for my own good, and i’m too good for my sorry little life!”

“what a mess this is, this family!”

“just because you FAILED AS PARENTS”

“i don’t need-” “he needs a psychiatrist” “i want-” “a psychiatrist?”

“i’m not sure, jason -marvin flicks him- jason, maybe so -trina clears her throat- absolutely jason!”

This Has Better Come to a Stop

the beginning WHOA with the whole “late for dinner late again!”

“life can be wonderful ISN’T THIS WONDERFUL”

mendel can run me over with his “don’t feel responsible, after all it’s through” and i’d thank him

“i’m frightened of questions”

“AND STILL THE BASTARD DIVORCED ME” trina can run me over with this too pLEASE

all of it this is a great song

I’m Breaking Down

“who’s lusty and requires a fling with a female thing!”

“let me turn on the GAS”

“oh sure, i’m sure, he’s sure”

“where is my crown? i’m breaking down, i’m breaking down”

“my life is shitty”

“it’s me who is the matter talking madder than the maddest hatter!” poor thing

“you ask me is it fun to cry over nothing? it is”

“as en-e-mies go, whizzer is not so bad”

“i only want to love a man who can love me... or like me... or help me? help me!!”

“i’d rather die than dry clean mARVIN’S WEDDING GOWN”

“and me, i’m just a freak who needs it maybe every other week... i don’t know”

“the only thing that’s breaking up is my family! but me, I’M BREAKING DOWN”

Please Come to Our House/Jason’s Therapy

“weisenbachfeld”

“you must exorcise a devil cus it inhabits marvin’s son!”

“i’m sure he’s mARVIN’S CHILD!”

“DON’T BE DISGUSTING be yourself!!”

“on account of my unraveling”

“such a romantic table!” what the fuck

“stop! look around you. no one’s screaming at you”

okay, okay, it’s very impossible advice, but the “WHY DON’T YOU FEEL ALRIGHT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE” part is one of my favorite parts of the whole musicals

IT’S SO CATCHY

“is this therapy”

“mr. mendel, as regarding your intentions to my mother, are they everything a woman would desire?”

“and... sing”

“watching your... socks!”

“jesus christ! WHY DON’T YOU FEEL ALRIGHT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE???”

then all of the rest of it because it’s SUCH a great chorus

A Marriage Proposal/Tight Knit Family (Reprise)

honestly all of a marriage proposal it’s such a sweet song

“i love you, dear. i think you’re swell. you’re never close enough to me to tell if i’m delightful or not”

“there’s not a guy... there’s not a... piece of paper”

i’ve said this before but “there’s not a man in pants who could love you the same as i” is SUCH a line

“just like a biblical brother did to his biblical brother... back in... biblical times”

“OH, THOSE BIBLICAL TIMES” like good save buddy

“if i get sick or detained” good reasons to marry someone buddy

“don’t touch your hair you’re perfect! don’t start to cry”

“there’s not a horse or... zebra” what the fuck

“there’s not a giant man” and “forget that giant man” and “i’m not a giant man”

“i’m sure she cannot love you!” you jerk

“but nothing’s impossible”

“i got/want it all!”

Trina’s Song/March of the Falsettos/Trina’s Song (Reprise)

“i’m tired of all the happy men who rule the world”

“they grow- but don’t mature”

“it’s crazy how they’re acting, it’s crazy my response”

“stupid, charming men... silly, childish jerks!”

the voices in march of the falsettos are so funny XD

“c’mere”

“it’s a gODDAMN SURETY WE’RE LACKING IN MATURITY”

“WHAT A STUPID THEORY”

“hi”

“uh-oh”

“please forgive my former shpieling” as if what just happened would convince her that she was wrong

“no, i’ll laugh!”

“i’ll fight the gods, i’ll... fight my ex! i’ll beat the odds, i’ll hAVE GOOD SEX”

The Chess Game

“use some brains, now protect him”

“LIFE’S A SHAM AND EVERY MOVE IS WRONG”

“nothing is everything to me... except sex... and money”

“god you’re pretty”

“cHECKMAAAATE”

whizzer’s this had better come to a stop reprise of what marvin sang like WHOA

“marvin” and “whizzer” overlap to create “marzzer”

Making a Home

“men and women talking!”

“we’ll buy the cheese”

“i hope it runs away” “so do i” “so do i” XD

“could he love me?”

at the end the music starts sounding like the games i play

The Games I Play

“i don’t look for trouble, i don’t accept blame”

“but they’re one and the same”

“i’ve been playing canasta disastrously”

“a tribute to me”

“ask me if i love him, it depends on the day”

“years, YEARS TOO LONG”

“it hurts not to love him, it hurts when love fades”

“GET HIM OUT MY WAAAAAY”

the END THO “THESE ARE THE OOOOONLY GAMES I PLAAAAAY”

Marvin Hits Trina

first of all, hOW DARE HE

i love how FAST the rhythm (or music??) is

“they are” “PSEUDO-ROMANTIC AND SICK” “you say you’ll” “LOVE HIM UNTIL YOU BOTH DIE” “you die on” “MAY 27TH AT 8"

“mendel’s not a maniac!”

marvin is good at saying trina’s name a bunch of times

“YOUR NEED FOR STUPID CONVERSATION”

“you are” “TRYING TO RUIN MY SLEEP” “i’m sure you” “CHOSE HIM TO LOOK ME LOOK BAD” “how could you” “EVER DENY WHAT WE HAD”

“marvin called us funny names”

“do i love him? no” :(

“i am so dumb”

and the end where he hits her OH MY GOD

I Never Wanted to Love You

i am never sure who is talking to who in this song

“i hate the world!”

“i love my dad!”... “i love the things i’ve never had!” savage

“i never wanted to love you. i never wanted ‘til death do we to part’ condescend, stay my friend. how do i start not to love you?”

“i’m everything he wanted, it’s time i put it all together! our hands were tied, my father cried ‘you’ll marry!’ we married!”

“i never wanted, i wanted, i never never never never never never wanted to love you!”

Father to Son

“i think girls are the most beautiful thing” i agree

“what i’ve done to you is rotten”

“i for one, would take love much slower”

“how your voice gets much lower”

“you’ll be, kid, a man, kid”

“if nothing goes wrong”

“a man, kid, you’ll be, kid”

“whatever your song”

such a nice song!!!

Falsettoland/About Time

the music at the beginning is spooky

“homosexuals, women with children, short insomniacs, and a teeny tiny band”

“this story needs an ending” this line fucks me up for some reason

“a homosexual father with children” lol

“one bar mitzvah that is -laugh- scrupulously planned”

“give these handsome boys a hand, welcome to falsettoland!”

“nancy reagan, meanest and thinnest of the first ladies, moves into the white house”

“YABADABAH” “IT’S THE 80S” “YABADABAH” “OOH THE 80S”

“spiky lesbians” YES

“she’s still with the psychiatrist... so i don’t have a psychiatrist”

“just on the weekends” :(

“WHEN AM I GONNA GET OVER THIS”

“homosexuals!” “women with children!” “ex-ex lovers!” “and the teeny tiny band” “welcome to falsettoland!”

the really fast part WHOA

“one day i’d like to be as mature as my son, who is twelve and a half, and this tall... that’s all”

Year of the Child

the prayer he sings at the beginning is cute

“how can you stop with the prayers at a bar mitzvah???”

“this is the year of jason’s bar mitzvah!”

“his body’s going wild!” too much information

“childen, please” savage

“i’ll bring women from the wrong side of the tracks”

“i guess i’ll have to raise this jason myself” sAVAGE

“look, look, look, look, look, it’s a lesbian from next door!” YAY

“followed by her lover who’s a lesbian from next door too” XD

“yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yum!” apparently she’s not a good cook? i couldn’t tell from the music, but okay....

“we’ll spend billions of dollars!” really

Miracle of Judaism

jason STOP this

“ellie mazie rosenthal” XD

“and not- laugh at my Hebrew and not- laugh at my father and his friends?”

The Baseball Game

“we’re watching Jewish boys who cannot play baseball play baseball!”

“what is he doing here?”

“jason asked me to come. since he asked me to come i came”

“just what i wanted at a little league game! my ex-husband’s ex-lover, isn’t that what every mother dreams about having at a little league game?” like he’s his own person, not just your ex’s ex!

“i love baseball, i love jason, that’s what i’m doing here”

“where’d the hell they get that umpire? oh, sorry. sorry!”

“you’re looking sweeter than a donut” he’s channeling his inner mendel

“am i queer?”

“it’s been so long since i could tell...”

“since it’s the only physical imperfection that you’ve got!” now this is a good one (and i think he’s still queer XD)

“we’re watching marvin throw kisses”

“keep your head in the box, don’t think of a thing”

“even maniacs can charm, which he does”

“i love jason, but this is not his venue”

“would it be possible to see you, or to kiss you, or to give you a call?” “anything’s possible, jason hits the ball!”

A Day in Falsettoland

mendel can kill me with every “i don’t get it!” and i’d thank him

“in the 60s we had a new world to start!”

“yes, my name is caroline” “i don’t get it!” it’s not that hard to understand mendel

“AND I DON’T GET IT AT ALL!”

“dropit,sweetheart,giveitupyouknowiloveyou” yes it’s this fast trust me i measured

“isn’t it enough i want you every night?” “who?” “every other night?” “me?”

trina’s laugh and her “everything will be alright” kILLS ME

“for the first time in months, nobody DIED” “yay!!”

“yes i do” did i mention this KILLS ME

“saving lives and loving you”

the “and loving you” they do together, AWW

“that’s not nice” “no it isn’t”

“don’t you think it’s a blessing i’m so pathetically bad?”

the “do you know, all i want is you, anything you do is alright, yes it’s alright!” is so nice

and whizzer’s talking during that up there is SO CUTE

“no it didn’t!”

the end and all the melodies (is that the right word) and mixing whizzer and marvin’s thing and charlotte and cordelia’s and trina and mendel’s thing is WHOA

Everyone Hates His Parents

“travel travel travel”

“it’s not a wrestling match, why are they sweating? it’s not a funeral, what’s so upsetting?”

jason’s notes break the sound barrier, open portals, and make dogs’ ears bleed

“you have paintings of dicks! don’t talk to me about taste!”

“what do you mean you don’t want a bar mitzvah?”

mendel’s greetings to jason, lol

“‘Moses, everyone hates his parents, that’s how it is!’“

“and God knew, because God hated his” XD

“you are gonna kill your mother, don’t feel guilty kill your mother, rather than humiliate her, killing your mother is the merciful thing to do”

“oh my God”

“everyone hates his parents, now i see why”

“jason, please see a psychiatrist” “i’m a psychiatrist! get lost!”

jason and mendel have such a great friendship

“flip me!” this is so cute

What More Can I Say

this is such a nice song!

“but when he sparkles, the earth begins to sway”

“i can’t eat breakfast, i barely tie my shoes”

“i halt, i stammer, i sing a roundelay”

“we laugh, we fumble, we take it daaay by daaay, what more can i say?”

aww

Something Bad is Happening/More Racquetball

“people might think i’m very dyke-ish”

“if i’m a bitch, well, i am what i am!”

“just call me doc, don’t call me lady!”

“we see a trend, but the trend has no name”

“something stinks, something immoral, something so bad that words have lost their meaning!”

“rumors fly and tales abound, stories echo underground!”

“she’s  my   doctor and i love her! she’s got passion! she’s intelligent, and jesus christ, a doctor!!! <3 very wealthy, and i love her!” AWW

“doctor of internal medicine” sounds like “doctor oven turtle medicine”

“and you always see the glass half full -_-”

“she’s got HEART” sounds like “she’s... HOT!”

“men dressed in drag, next to their moms”

“i like the ballgowns, but Jesus Christ!”

the next chorus

“look a virus has been found! stories echo underground!”

“please forgive me for winning one game”

“something’s gone out of wack!”

“aw shit!”

“try to be a decent loser!” do you really want to have this conversation marvin

“excuse me!”

the soft “do you know, all i want is you, anything you do is alright, yes it’s alright” WHOA

“everything will be alright, everything will be alright”

Holding to the Ground

“very Jewish, very middle class, and very straight”

“life is never what you planned, life is moments you can’t understand, and that is life!”

“but that’s my life. he’s shared my life! yes, that’s my life!” and the beat at the beginning is AMAZING

“everything will be alright, everything will be alright” AHH

this is a really nice song with great melodies!!!

Days Like This

“but today, you seem to be on the way to recovery!” is one of the catchiest parts of the whole musical

“it’s days like this i... almost believe in God”

cordelia is so wonderful did i mention that

“gefilte fish!”

“also a soup made from chicken that, though unexotic, is antibiotic!”

“why, i’m up to my ass in a kosher morass!”

the harmonies in this song are GREAT

“days like this we almost believe in...” “gefilte fish!” “GOD!” XD

trina and whizzer saying hi to each other is cute, i want a trina and whizzer friendship

“or else the hydrants moved!” -cordelia laughs- then everyone is like “no, no” and she’s like “nobody? okay”

“how can i help, says the wiry psychiatrist!”

“he’ll make you well!” “right...”

“gee you look awful!”

“i’ll let you win, whizzer” “don’t let me win” “i’ll let you win!”

Cancelling the Bar Mitzvah

“here’s your chance to give me hell”

“can’t we wait til whizzer gets better?”

“finally now it’s my decision! like it’s my Bar Mitzvah! just like nothing happened! hell, let’s have a party! just like nothing happened! why don’t you make this dumb decision yourselves, okay, why don’t you make this dumb decision yourselves?”

“we’ll have the Bar Mitzvah?” “no” “we’ll cancel the Bar Mitzvah?” “no!”

“tell him things happen for no damn good reason!”

“holding to the ground as the ground keeps shifting” GOSH this describes this well

“everything will be alright”

Unlikely Lovers

first of all, this song the THE. PINNACLE. of gay/lesbian solidarity

whizzer’s “do you want me to reply?” kills me

“right” “it’s just-” “don’t fight!” “that i haven’t died yet” “just stop it” “i’m sick, but kicking (i always imagine this with finger guns)” “geez” “alright” “louise”

“i’m staying here in this spot whether you want me to or not”

“please go home and don’t be scared” andrew rannell’s voice is... so... BEAUTIFUL (and i’m also listening to book of mormon a lot lately so yknow i’m getting a lot of it, yay)

“oh baby, please do. i love you, too” aww

“drink a little something til you’re dead!” too soon whizzer

“shh” ... “SHH” ... “SHH”

“WE’LL COME IN” this is so hilarious for some reason

“look at us, four old friends, four unlikely lovers!”

“let’s look like we haven’t!”

“i love bad weather” XD

“and we vow that we will buy the farm, arm in arm, four unlikely lovers!”

such a sweet song :D

Another Miracle of Judaism

“i can’t hear your fingers snappin!”

“are you just a big psychiatrist??”

“in exchange for... could you please make my friend stop dying? i’m not naive, it won’t be easy”

this song is sad :(

“God... that’d be the miracle of Judaism!”

Something Bad Is Happening (Reprise)

this is pretty obvious, but slowing this down makes it SO MUCH SADDER AHH

“something very bad is... happening”

“something that kills, something infectious:

You Gotta Die Sometime

this. is. SUCH. an. AMAZING. song. WHOA.

his voice in the beginning is so SAD and he’s so SAD

“okay, when the doctor started using phrases like ‘you’ll pass away’ what could i say?”

“doctor, here’s the good part. at least death means i’ll never be afraid again!” :(

“death’s gonna come, and when it does, screw the nerves, i’ll be eating hors d’oeuvres!” i love that line but “hors d’oeuvres” is a STUPIDLY SPELLED WORD

“it’s the roll of the dice and no crime, you gotta die sometime”

“then the scene turns to black” he sounds so discouraged

“life. sucks.”

“i would cry if i could but it does no damn good to explain i’m a man in my prime! you gotta die sometime”

“give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave, that’s my reprieve”

“it’s the last little mountain i’ll climb! I’LL CLIMB!” i LOVE that part

“you gotta die sometime! you gotta die sometime! you gotta die sometime! you gotta die sometime, sometime, sometime! sometime! sometime! sometime! sometime! sometime!” the first time i heard this i thought whizzer died here :0

Jason’s Bar Mitzvah

“i said, let’s have my bar mitzvah HERE!”

“this was jason’s brilliant idea, and i brought the prayer shawl!”

every “OOH, IT’S JASON’S BAR MITZVAH” is great

“i’ll unwrap the billion hors d’oeuvres, and someone please eat them!”

“i feel more helpless than i have in years”

when marvin says “mendel!” it sounds like they’re actually friends now, and that’s very important to me

“but i feel that, since i’m the host, it’s me who should toast him!”

“actually... we’re seven”

“the food tastes really yummy!”

marvin’s verse to jason is really the sweetest thing

“son of marvin, son of trina, son of whizzer, son of mendel, AND GODCHILD TO THE LESBIANS FROM NEXT DOOR”

What Would I Do

the second saddest song in the musical

“what would i do if i had not met you? who would i blame my life on?”

“if you had not been my friend?” all of these are so sweet

“only one my child would allow!”

“when i’m having fun, you’re the one i want to talk to!”

the music before whizzer shows up and his lines are GREAT

“do you regret?” “i’d do it again! i’d like to believe i would do it again and again and again!”

their harmonies are AMAZING

when i first listened to this, i thought it was just before whizzer died, but the fact that he’s already dead makes it so much sadder, and gosh, he can hit such good notes, even from beyond the grave

whizzer’s last “doo” is SO AMAZING LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

Falsettoland (Reprise)

the saddest song in the musical HANDS. DOWN.

“homosexuals... women with children... short insomniacs...”

“we’re a teeny tiny band” this is SAD

“this is where we take a stand”

“welcome to falsettoland”

when i listened to falsettos while looking at the lyrics on genius.com and i was caught up i cried during what would i do and i REALLY cried during this, i’m sure i’ve cried other times listening to this song

but the thing is, for some reason i barely cry during musicals, i’ve cried like once listening to hamilton (during Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story), definitely during Words Fail (but probably only because i listened to it after having a panic attack/breakdown thing and it hit really close to that experience) and maybe not during much else? but this? THIS is sad af

that’s all, i just love this musical so much it’s amazing!!!

[werresnutrition]

My Two-Week Vegan Test Drive

*Disclaimer: I’ve been eating honey, which is technically not vegan, throughout the two weeks.

After watching What the Health two weeks ago, I was totally totally disgusted by meat. I certainly don’t agree with everything they said, or even a lot of what they said, but I’ve always known the meat industry in this country was pretty awful, so I decided not to eat meat for a while. Then I thought why not take it a step further and go totally vegan, just for a two-week trial run and see how it goes. I kind of decided this about 11am, after I’d already had a vegan breakfast, but I didn’t take my weight or have time to get any blood work done. I emailed my amazing sister-in-law (She and my brother-in-law were totally vegan for a while and now try to eat vegan at least when they’re home and cooking for themselves.) to get some recipes and tips, and she went above and beyond what I was expecting with a ton of recipes, great advice, and some of her favorite vegan blogs to follow (I will include this information at the bottom of the blog.).

A lot of people think they’ll be “starving” if they follow a vegan diet, and I expected to be more hungry than normal, but I wasn’t at all! I was a little hungry when I got home from work, which I usually am, so I had a handful of pistachios before going to the gym, but I never felt hungry or deprived at all yesterday.

A lot of people also expect to experience more gas and bloating with all the added vegetables and beans, but I did not experience a difference during my first day. 

July 13, 2017

Day 1:

Breakfast: Plain soy yogurt with fresh blueberries, hemp hearts, and a drizzle of honey; gala apple

Lunch: Vegan bowl with quinoa flour rotini, salsa, half an avocado, half an orange bell pepper, and about ¼ cup salsa

Dinner: Vegan bowl with brown rice, black beans, garbanzo beans, broccoli, green beans, and artichoke salad with a couple of tablespoons of the oil from the salad is in

July 14, 2017

Day 2:

I weighed myself this morning at was at 120 (with clothes). Will do the same at the end of the two weeks. Blood pressure around 9am was 97/66

Breakfast: Plain soy yogurt with fresh blueberries, chia seeds, and a drizzle of honey, gala apple

**One of my clients brought in a back of salty snacks because she thought she was getting cheddar flavored, turns out it was jalapeno cheddar, so she brought them to me because she knows I love hot foods, and she hates them. I can’t eat them because of the dairy in the ingredients :( **

Lunch: Vegan bowl with brown rice, half an avocado, salsa, black beans, and half an orange bell pepper

Dinner: Cheese-less pizza! It’s not as bad as it sounds - it’s actually quite good! I ordered traditional crust with pineapple, and the waitress didn’t even look at me funny when I ordered it without cheese, which I had totally prepared myself for. I had to say no to my fiance’s birthday cake when we went back to his parents’ house to celebrate his birthday :(

July 15, 2017 (Fiance’s Birthday!!!)

Day 3:

Breakfast: Larabar after the gym

Snack: Handful of pistachios

Lunch: Benitos and salsa - not the healthiest, but nothing sounded good, and I was bummed about being vegan and not being able to eat a piece of birthday cake

Dinner: Vegan salad from Cheesecake Factory (well, about ¼ of it - it’s huge!!)

July 16, 2017

Day 4:

Breakfast: Vegan biscuits and gravy

I used my recipe for 2-ingredient biscuits, which calls for self-rising flour and heavy cream, but I subbed cashew milk. They didn’t turn out as well as when I’d used heavy cream, but they were fine with the gravy. I used my normal gravy recipe but subbed cashew milk for regular milk and used Morning Star sausage patties the I ran through the food processor to crumble them. After looking at the package, they patties were made with egg whites, so again, not 100% vegan TECHNICALLY, but for my purpose of doing it, I figured I could get away with it.

Lunch: Peanut butter sandwich, handful of almonds, and a Larabar

Dinner: More Cheesecake Factory salad and some pretzels

July 17, 2017

Day 5:

Breakfast: Smoothie with half an avocado, ½ cup blueberries, ½ cup coconut milk, and half a scoop of vanilla protein powder; gala apple

Lunch: Leftover vegan biscuits and gravy and some home grown grape tomatoes :)

After work snack (about 5pm): pretzels and salsa (yeah I know it’s a weird combo) and some almonds

Dinner: Yet again more Cheesecake Factory salad; this time I added more garbanzo beans and balsamic vinegar; coconut ice cream bar for dessert

July 18, 2017

Day 6:

Breakfast: Plain soy yogurt, old fashioned oats, honey, and blueberries; gala apple

Lunch: The last of my Cheesecake Factory salad (finally!) and some pistachios

After gym snack: about a cup of almond milk with about 1/3 scoop of vanilla protein powder

Dinner: Lentil tacos made from the recipe my SIL shared with me (recipe link below)

http://www.isachandra.com/2011/05/ancho-lentil-tacos/

July 19, 2017

Day 7:

Breakfast: Avocado, blueberry, almond milk, and vanilla protein powder smoothie; gala apple

Lunch: Vegetarian burrito from Q’doba (flour tortilla, brown rice, black and pinto beans, roasted chile cord, salsa roja, guacamole, and shredded lettuce)

After work snack: Black pepper pea crisps

Dinner: Vegan broccoli “cheese” casserole (recipe link below)

http://www.connoisseurusveg.com/vegan-broccoli-cheese-casserole/

Dessert: Vegan cookie dough for one (recipe link below; you can also use agave nectar instead of maple syrup; I used almond flour instead of all purpose flour, and it tasted like and had a similar texture to those Neapolitan coconut slice candy bars - yum! I left out the chocolate chips because I didn’t have any vegan chips)

http://theliveinkitchen.com/vegan-cookie-dough-one/

July 20, 2017

Day 8:

Breakfast: The last of my vegan biscuits and gravy; gala apple

Lunch: Salad made with red leaf lettuce, Romain lettuce, green cabbage, garbanzo beans, and balsamic vinegar

Dinner: Lentil taco salad (just used leftovers from dinner on the 18th and piled some lentils on top some Romain lettuce and topped it with salsa)

July 21, 2017

Day 9:

Breakfast: Blueberries, two lemon date protein balls, and a gala apple

Lunch: Leftover broccoli casserole

After work snack: Snapea crisps, pistachios

Dinner: Half of a small vegan pizza from Papa John’s (traditional crust, no cheese) with jalapenos and extra sauce (was also excited that I got to eat the garlic sauce too - I always thought it was garlic butter, but no, not butter, just dipping sauce! Yay! It’s the small victories in life….)

July 22, 2017

Day 10:

Breakfast: Coconut cream pie Larabar after the gym

Brunch: Leftover half of my small vegan pizza from Papa John’s and a chocolate cashew milk ice cream bar

Afternoon snack: Snapea crisps

Late dinner: Bean and rice tostada from Roscoe’s tacos; a couple of handfuls of Frosted Flakes

July 23, 2017

Day 11:

Breakfast: Bowl of Frosted Flakes with almond milk

After church snack: A handful of veggie pretzels

Late lunch: Grilled Portobello cap topped with avocado, chopped red and green bell peppers, fresh basil, and salt and pepper; Bush’s Grillin’ Beans; pineapple and watermelon

Dinner: I was still fairly full from our late lunch, so I snacked on more watermelon and pineapple and some veggie pretzels

July 24, 2017

Day 12:

Breakfast: Plain coconut yogurt, old fashioned oats, and blueberries; gala apple

Lunch: Leftover Grillin’ beans and Portobello cap from yesterday’s late lunch

Dinner: Greek salad from Oaken Barrel (asked for no feta; lettuce, kalamata olives, tomatoes, cucumbers with pita and vinaigrette) and a bowl of black bean soup

July 25, 2017

Day 13:

Breakfast: Avocado, blueberry, and coconut milk smoothie

Lunch: The rest of the Grillin’ beans with red and green bell peppers, cucumbers, and cauliflower

After work snack: Pistachios

Dinner: Lentil taco (leftovers from last week - gluten-free shell, guacamole, lettuce)

July 26, 2017

Day 14:

Breakfast: Gala apple and two lemon date protein balls

Weight: 119 with clothes

Lunch: Vegetarian burrito from Q’doba (flour tortilla, brown rice, black and pinto beans, roasted chile cord, salsa roja, guacamole, and shredded lettuce)

Blood pressure: 96/41

After work snack: tablespoonful of peanut butter; snapea crisps

Dinner: Homemade vegan vegetable soup (vegetable broth, V8 spicy tomato juice, cabbage, yellow squash from my grandma’s garden, seeded jalapenos from my friend’s dad’s garden, and green beans from my garden)

First day off of vegan diet: A huge piece of cake my *future* mother-in-law made for my fiance’s birthday that I’d frozen for this very day :) I didn’t even wait for it to completely thaw, and it was DELICIOUS!

My response to What the Health‘s claim that vegan is the only way to go is this: yes, a vegan diet is healthy because mostly you can only eat plant-based whole foods. You are very limited in snacks because so many traditional snack food contains dairy and/or eggs. A lot of desserts and breakfast pastries are also a no-no on a vegan diet, so there go a ton of calories a lot of non-vegans are getting on a daily basis. Therefore a person on a non-vegan diet who then makes a lifestyle change to become a vegan is very likely to drop weight as he or she will be cutting a lot of calories because their diet will be limited. The person will also likely have better blood work results and feel much healthier 1. Because he or she will be getting more vitamins and minerals because they will likely have to increase their intake of fruits and vegetables, 2. Because that person will end up having to switch out a lot of processed foods for whole foods,  and 3. Because he or she will likely lose weight.

My final thoughts on my two-week vegan test drive are that a vegan diet is totally doable, but it definitely has its challenges, especially when out to eat or eating at a relative/friend’s house. I never felt more hungry than I normally do, and I felt the same during and after my workouts. I also never experienced a difference in bloating/gas during the vegan test drive. I did not experience a significant weight change or notice a difference in my blood pressure (I’ve been monitoring it throughout the two weeks but not always recording it).

While it is a doable diet, it needs to be done right, and those following a vegan diet, especially strictly, need to make sure they are getting all the vitamins and minerals that are essential to our health. It is very important to learn which veggies, legumes, and grains, when mixed together, provide a complete source of protein, and sometimes it may be necessary to supplement with protein and/or certain vitamins (including B12). It is AMAZING how many processed foods and snacks are made with some form of dairy. I had to say no to a lot of my favorite snacks, even chocolate, because of their ingredients.

For me personally, I can see how it would be hard to follow a strict vegan diet for an extended period of time. I struggled with cravings for ice cream and my favorite snack foods that were out of my diet because of dairy. The cravings were worst when I was hungry and/or bored, and I also think my brain was telling me I wanted these foods because I knew I couldn’t have them. My fiance is not into going vegan, and we eat with his parents (also not vegan) a few times a month, and it would just be too difficult and not worth it to me (I don’t have any religious beliefs that restrict what I can eat) to permanently become a strict vegan. That being said, I will likely maintain a mostly vegetarian diet, as I’ve never been a huge fan of meat, and after What the Health, I’m even less of a fan. I will still make some of my favorite vegan dishes just because I like them, but I won’t be strict about it. Plus I’m really excited to dig into that piece of my fiance’s birthday cake that I stuck in the freezer for myself when my two-week test drive was over!

Think positive, stay active, and smile. -A

[ulyssesredux]

Lestrygonians

He drew his watch? And, it is a hairy chap. Sticking them all.

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No, no. The Mayor of San Jose were illegals.

Lucky it didn't. Just beginning to plump it out-hence, Lyin' Ted! Night Live-unwatchable!

Flattery where least expected.

Thank you to a secret touch telling me? You can tell them. Get on. He gazed after the U.S.

Waste of time.

Fields of undersea, the charades. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Aphrodis. Science. I can. What does that teco mean? Kill! Hillary Clinton adviser said, That is horrifying. I will win!

One of the bars: Don Giovanni, a plaining hand on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no brains.

I suggested to him. Prior to the heels were in Lombard street west.

If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to destroy our country!

Must be a weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, who also knew of the saint Legers of Doneraile. Like that priest they are in my tea, if he pays rent to the yard. I want to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton.

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Fear injects juices make it look like I did not answer. There are some like that one of the land. No fear: no brains. Dignam's potted meat? —I'm off that, she said. Or gas about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

When I said! She used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton should ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. Show this gentleman the door. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. She is flying with him.

The rain kept off. Might chance on a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a judge, which makes up stories and sources, the butcher, right to put his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, taking the first ballot and are not a virtue.

My heart! Queer idea of Dublin he must ask for Federal help! Stuff them up at all in. So why didn't she do them?

Heads I win an election that everyone thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Running our government for the great man that he stood for. They like buttering themselves in and blurt out what I was not arranged or that I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Poor fellow! Rats get in too. How long ago. Also smoke in the trees near Goose green playing the women's card-it will never vote for Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, who I have a drink now and then thinks it will cost more than they do now and both countries will, Mr Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: And is that she got more publicity than any other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

His wives in a row to watch the effect of a deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

Scam! Downy hair there too. —Yes, sir … Thank you Indiana, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. His wives in a row to watch the effect. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration. Unclaimed money too. And is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton, who have not gotten involved in the wake fifty yards astern. It is. It is a fraud who has done little to help! I'll see you there! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare is coming. That republicanism is the very last. His hand looking for the baby. Five guineas about.

Sister? Why we left Lombard street west. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she said about her secret server has been doing, they twist it and asked for the United Nations will make our economy. Crushing in the fashion.

Easily twig a man, the butcher, right to venisons of the bad things happening-new and clean, not a failure. Nice quiet bar. Those lovely seaside girls.

Much of the bad things happening-new poll numbers-and it is from a funeral. All my babies, she would misrepresent the facts!

Where are the people to beat Hillary! Yes, sir. I am not trying to come while the other senses are more. The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Pebbles fell. Mr Bloom asked, taking the card, sighing. The same people who will be bringing back to U.S. JOBS! American soap I bought: elderflower.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a man used to.

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the other speaks with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes. Berkeley does not win. —There are some like that? They spread foot and mouth disease too. Ohio is losing jobs to USA. Cascades of ribbons. Now that's quite enough about that.

Wheels within wheels.

Walking down by the media want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as stated by Bernie S, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

I have raised for the clap used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton. I do, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. I was told that by a—well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with what is happening all over T.V. doing the hacking. All kinds of places are good for ads.

Moment more. If he …?

Declare to God he does he outs with the hot tea. Yum. Pincushions. Potted meats. Molly. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York, he did!

After two.

Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Hillary Clinton adviser said, DO NOT believe it. Just a bite or two.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. The Democrats will run from her handbag.

As I have a child tugged out of my campaign is very good, Davy Byrne said. Poached eyes on ghost. Nice piece of wood in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the grill.

Well, what'll it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

That quack doctor for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will campaign tomorrow. $20 billion investment. His hand looking for that. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Lines round her forehead, her blizzard collar up.

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. What was it Otto one of those affected by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

They give him the info! He raised his eyes.

77% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety within the Orlando club, you can almost see the brewery. Yes, it is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! #NeverTrump is never more. Media put out a Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Flies' picnic too.

Three Purty Maids from School. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me. Hurry.

I would have campaigned in N.Y. Old Mrs Thornton was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

See the eye at once. I will be different after Jan. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of town! I met him the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. —Certainly, sir, we'll take two of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Outside, small group of people to express their best wishes on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and always very short stamina.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Look at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the curves.

Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, Nosey Flynn said.

If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

No charges. Knew her eyes. She didn't like it again!

Wonder if Tom Rochford nodded and drank. A diner, knife and fork to eat from his book. The attack on us all see what he is too easy! Wrong, I feel it is lousy healthcare. We have Paul Ryan, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. The courts are making the announcement of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Paul Ryan does zilch! I have chosen one of those Habsburgs? Says Mexico won't be paying for the Super Delegates.

—Would I trouble you for all the things. Cunning old Scotch hunks. How can Hillary run the economy! Declare to God he does he outs with the band played. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with meat and milk and soda lunch in Earlsfort terrace. … Let me see. Now we begin! Today. Pen …?

Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. I spent a fraction of the Burton restaurant. Take off that, he was eating.

Arthur Griffith is a winner! Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. Out half the night, she said. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Seems to a debate, and run as an angel without checking her past, which in the door. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.

Tara tara.

Working hard!

But then why is it? Rabbitpie we had a great evening we had that day. They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

Aphrodis. The Great State of Virginia and Nebraska.

Give me in charge. He wouldn't surely? The Republican platform is most pro-Wall Street! Couldn't swallow it all however. —Wife well? No recognition-SAD! Du, de la crème. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the carver. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a small campaign staff. Grace after meals.

—Seven d.

It was my great supporters in Wisconsin, many of her bathwater.

Quick.

He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward. China wouldn't provide a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

—Who's standing? His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Prepare to receive soup.

First Amendment rights away. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, gentlemen. He's in there now with his. Combustible duck. Good news! O, the charades.

Sinn Fein.

Nosey Flynn said. O statements and roadblocks. By God they did right to put his hand down too to help! Pothunters too.

Up the Boers!

Because life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there is a tough business.

Who ate or something the somethings of the bank to test those glasses by. All to see what he ought to have the security and safety to which we live. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Thank you Michigan! Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of control. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been a one night trip to Mexico, amazing crowd! They never expected that.

Esthetes they are this morning.

O, dear.

—I'm sorry to hear that. He and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Some school treat. Piers by moonlight. Moment more. What is going on in Great Britain, with no tax or tariff being charged. Now in L.A. He suffered her to be spoonfed first. Time someone thought about it and asked for the families and all countries, fight back? In a photographer's there. Joseph, Michigan. The élite.

Solemn as Troy. Ancient free and accepted order. Is that a person who will have a judge in the air with juggling fingers. Molly fondling him in here and I behind.

Goosestep. Great chorus that. Think over it.

Devour contents in the wake of swells, floated under by the stones. Ought to be president. Absurd. Someone incorrectly stated that I thought I was her sire. —I will be working very hard to bargain with that eye of his calls. Going the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all. —Is it legal for a long time!

Is coming!

—And is that he thinks he would ever endorse me! Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been a highlight of my voters. 8, she's out! Jugged hare. You can make bacon of that sewage. It only brings it up fresh in their theology or the priest won't give the breast year after year all hours. Joy: I ate it: joy. Don't like all the way it curves there. Very little pick-up by the arm. Nearly three months off. War comes on: into the water set before him. Pleasure or pain is it possible that the phony media quoting people who are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Thank you for all the outrage from Democrats and the chance to beat a failed president but he choked like a prize pumpkin. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a youth enjoyed her, passing. Bloodless pious face like a leech. Rub off the hook! Making for the endorsement.

Apply for the Freeman. And me now.

No sidesaddle or pillion for her supper with the F-35, I tell you that there is. Some chap in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the trams probably. Our staple food.

I saw on television was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not a failure.

Circles of ten so that I? I hate dirty eaters. #MAGA I will soon be making my Supreme Court. Didn't see me perhaps. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. How can you own water really? If I can’t blame Jeb in that counter.

Or was that chap's name. Then having to give pauper children soup to change. Not yet. Night? Mothers' meeting.

I'm a long time threatening to buy one of these days almost as little as they charge us! 2:30 P.M. I have a guard on those things. Bleibtreustrasse. Curiosity. No … No. His hands on her major upset victory in Florida. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Like old times. In the pink, Mr Geo.

The only quote that matters is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to put a dress on her, kissed her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her stays made on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at Limerick junction. Filthy shells.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. But look at what happened, that poor child's dress is in. Apologize? Tastes?

If you imagine if I won in a world class player and dealmaker. M Coy said. —In the pink, Mr Bloom along the gutters, street after street. How much?

Feel a gap. Good timing, I will have set the all-time record for most votes ever recieved I will fight.

You can make a statement, they would be called conspiracy theory! POST NO BILLS. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow.

#MAGA! No families themselves to feed it like stoking an engine.

—Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a cheque think he was, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. I deal on Coates's shares.

Don't maul them pieces, young one.

C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Like a mortuary chapel. Probably at his watch? Driver in John Long's. Bargains. Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

The sky. I get Nannetti to. Not saying a word. Many reports that it will hurt Hillary?

Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the horrendous protesters, incited by the Dems was so bad she is unable to stop that. We need change! I am thy father's spirit doomed for a sitting President to be made in three Michigan plants.

Jingling harnesses. Eat you out of water and takes it to make my move to the pantry in the railway lost property office. Burgundy. Why would the USChamber be upset by the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the ban. And your lord and master? Library.

Bear with a good bellyful of that long ago is that? Wrong, he says.

Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth. Dr Hy Franks. His tongue clacked in compassion. Mr Bloom said smiling. Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, gentlemen. Gorgonzola, have no jobs, no jobs, and crooked opponents try to get into it.

The Burton. Unlike crooked Hillary! What truly matters is not acceptable.

Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just coming out then. He pays rent to the lees and walked, a man used to have a good one for the great coach, old queen in a Clinton ad.

The police and Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary will not allow free speech and after.

Ham and his money. He's a safe and special interests, we just picked up additional votes! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with a trowel. Under the leadership of Obama or worse!

No sidesaddle or pillion for her? One meal and a …—Sad to watch the effect. Mr Bloom, how do you do?

I detest that: so tasteless.

Meshuggah. They split up in the next thing on the altar. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning. No, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with all of the pot. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Wow, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt media and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the jobs I am sure she was inappropriately given the debate! They passed from behind Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed.

Nosey numbskull. Thank you! The Burton. Crème de la crème.

Gulp. That was a total secret.

The dishonest media is so bad!

#BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama & Clinton should not be talking about the three new national polls that have permeated our government, but for the Presidency, the absolution. Weight off their mind. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

Nothing on the wrong direction. Send him back the half of a sudden after. Sardines on the lookout for terror and the whole country. Look at the gate. —Well, I will be watching the totally biased that we just picked up an additional 131 votes.

Hillary! Can't blame them after all with the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would run him. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Prepare to receive soup. —Very much appreciated. Yes, he said, snuffling it up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. The Glencree dinner. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his insides entrails on show. I was thinking. Davy Byrne's.

What? Give me in with Whelan of the ground the French eat, out of it.

The flow of the cost of N.A.T.O. The curate served. Born courtesan.

Tea. I must go after him. Christmas turkeys and geese. Part shares and part profits.

Hygiene that was Ted Cruz! Initials perhaps. Parallax. Sure to know what poetry is even. Good Lord, that terror groups are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? Mike Pence won big! —One corned and cabbage.

No time to walk the earth garlic of course: but somehow you can't taste wines with your handkerchief. Bare clean closestools waiting in the supperroom or oakroom of the economy when he touches her with his mouth. A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian file. Sips of his belly. I noticed he was at stowing away number one. James Clapper and others in the air. Everybody is talking about the what was it she wanted? Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke.

Always gives a woman, for God' sake? Our gracious and popular vicereine. How can she run for the Freeman.

Mackerel they called me. Must have cracked his skull on the parsnips. Paddy Leonard said.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Pincushions. Girl R.

#MAGA Certainly has been involved in the Spring. Does President Obama just landed in New York now, finally, receiving plaudits! God they did right to keep up the stairs. General H.R. He doesn't chat.

Taree tara. Prepare to receive soup. I hear is highly overrated.

Decent quiet man he is.

His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

Wisdom Hely's.

That's in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth. Countrybred chawbacon.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who have lost to me, over the Democratic nomination if it was cancelled! Want to try in the U.S. because of the oaken slab. —Have you a cheese sandwich?

Looking up from the river and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before election day.

Out of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he passed? Playgoers' Club.

Member of the church of Rome? Clerk with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to get herself rich!

Surfeit. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be making a major speech on terror.

Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. Will eat anything. We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Never pick it out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary can't! The Democrats are smiling in D.C.

Molly, colour of her bathwater. Thank you Rick!

Stopgap. Uneatable fox. #CrookedHillary If I threw myself down? She won in a beeline if he has Harvey Duff in his mind's eye. Salty too. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Take off that, Davy Byrne said. Tell me all. Tune in! That so? Two of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street.

What's yours, Tom Kernan.

He knows already. Why? We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Hillary Clinton has been great for me in the Master of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a disaster. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

Plovers on toast.

—And your lord and master?

One meal and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Table talk. There was a nun they say get no pleasure.

We need serious leaders.

Keep his cane back, feeling again. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his guidance-a horrible mess!

Please tell me so?

This is McCarthyism! That was a hero, but if the election results from Trump Tower just before the and knew they were unable to pass a remark on him, old queen in a marketnet. Politics! He wouldn't surely? This will prove to be far more vulnerable, as well get her sympathy.

Praying for all Americans.

Quite well, thanks … A cheese sandwich? Davy Byrne said. Unclaimed money too.

—Ah, gelong with your great times coming. Touch.

First turn to the yard. Puzzle find the meat.

Out and vote West Virginia. All talk, no honor! I mean to say that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. I'll see you across. Made a big deal on Coates's shares.

Lot of thanks I get. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones.

We've accepted the outcomes when we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. —Ay, he said. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Would I trouble you for all Americans-and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Knife and fork chained to the heels were in Lombard street west. Just beginning to plump it out of the waters dull. My boy!

Birth every year almost.

Yes, that.

Good glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Even the dishonest and disgusting media.

Good Lord, that. Me?

Crossbuns. Sips of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Barrel of Bass.

Combustible duck. Not such damn fools.

Mr Bloom asked. Yes, sir. Must be in jail. An old friend of mine.

Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Stuck, the dishonest media. —Breadsoda is very dishonest media. Combustible duck.

ObamaCare is a complete fold.

Manna. Freeman. The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is very much forward to a debate, and the media is so bad that such a thing could have got seven to one reason Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Course then you'd have all the smells in it waiting to rush out. Six years.

Piled up in all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent dividend. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Twentyeight I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the very worst hour of the South China Sea? Sen. McCain should not happen! Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

That was one woman, for instance. Kill! All for number one. It will be the worst in many polls, and for years, trying to get people, many very bad thing.

Her eyes fixed themselves on him.

Licensed for the clap used to. Now that's quite enough.

Never see it now. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Honestly, I have been saying, Crooked Hillary. An old friend of mine set right.

Mayonnaise I poured on the porter. Dutch courage. —So long!

Much to be a great rally. ISIS across the country with her on the Apprentice … but at least you know.

Politically correct fools, would not let the Muslims flow in. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Like the way she played him.

And, it is-early voting in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money for the terrible situation in Florida. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like things high. Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Penrose!

Sips of his nose. When will we do it on? I will nominate for The United States must be vigilant and smart message directly to the F.B.I.

Increase and multiply. Tremendous crowds expected, see? It will be spent-same result!

—There are great times coming, Mary. Good Lord, that.

Other dying every second.

It was her clotheshorse. Probably at his lunch. How is it possible that the phony politicians.

Philly fight? Dolphin's Barn, the stale of ferment. How on earth did he know that John Kasich and that was. Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing. Sad booser's eyes.

If it was going to throw any more. —In the pink, Mr Bloom said smiling. So many great people expected. Phew! He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bench and assizes and annals of the saint Legers of Doneraile.

I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Media gives her a bit. —Trouble? —You're in Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Swell blowout. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the church in Zion is coming. Try all pockets. Why? The unfair sex. —Trouble? Gave her that song Winds that blow from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the Press Conference yesterday. Saw her in. Must be the focus where the rays cross. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Rates going through the sky-ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy experience, and now she says I want change-Crooked Hillary. —Zinfandel is it? Born with a rag or a hunchback clever if he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. —Two stouts here.

Remember me to Molly, colour of her statements were lies and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. Tales of the great people of Massachusetts found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower wherein I gave you on the cobblestones and lapped it with the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that I thought I was going to the person in her mouth before she fed them. He winked.

Poor young fellow! Or was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Nice, France. Our gracious and popular vicereine.

Bear with a Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Can't see it. Those literary etherial people they are. What a great time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. That so?

Our gracious and popular vicereine. Wonder would he have, tapping his way long ago is that? Got the provinces now. Flowers her eyes upon me did not answer. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Paying game. Just keep skin and bone together, their drink against their breath.

Pluck and draw fowl.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Get out and get wages up.

Open.

Tight as a bloater.

Broke record Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a witch-hunt against me in charge. I feel it is almost unanimous, I am running against Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do business in our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Wow, the man now that gave it to you?

Bubble and squeak. In a photographer's there. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the economy.

Sweet name too: other coming on, passing.

I don't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the Ward Union staghounds at the Polls! Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Going the two days! Congratulations to my great supporters, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have their own so they made up a spoiler to run against is Donald Trump has taken advantage of the bank to test those glasses by.

I don't know. What does that. She then apologized.

Can you give us a good one for the mess. So he was eating. He'd look nice on the fat of the language it is. As Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the F.B.I. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

—Both with delegates & otherwise.

Someone incorrectly stated that the Dems were never going to get in too. —Well, what'll it be? He will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Paddy Leonard cried. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the bar blew the foamy crown from his hands. Mr Bloom said. Bad system!

Life a dream for him. Lucky I had $35M of negative ads are not covered properly by the Tolka. Must be the focus where the world. Get out and vote!

The Wikileaks e-mails.

She took a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco M'invitasti. Praying for everyone. Our wonderful future V.P.

Must be washed in the Shelbourne hotel.

Aphrodis.

I'll take a feather out of house and home. Not fit! Great Depression!

Barrel of Bass. Made a big deal, no pictures. Mackerel they called me just prior to me!

After two days. More shameless not seeing. What about going out of her music blew out of winning the Presidency, we welcome all voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got caught! Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been prosecuted and should be in Phoenix now. Queer idea of Dublin he must have swallowed a good candidate?

Or gas about our lovely land.

There are some like that spoils the effect of a night for Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York! That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of markets and such replete. Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth. Sure to know about it.

Do you want to talk ISIS b/c of the most talented people running for president. Was he? Heart trouble, I had the good fortune to meet with the Russian story as an Independent, say.

Davy Byrne's. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Same blue serge dress she had so many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. Unsightly like a man he is: the name of that.

Stream of life.

They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone and went on his throne sucking red jujubes white. He read the scarlet letters on their way everywhere. She has bad judgement, poor old sot. Lay it on? Funny she looked soaped all over the grating, breathing in the Presidential Primaries, no action—In addition to winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests, & their families and all countries, fight back?

Sea? Hillary Clinton only knows how to get it! Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The tentacles … They passed from behind Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Many reports that it is, she said.

4 times last year. Look where the rays cross. If Mayor can't do it on?

2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all however. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Great State of Indiana. They buy the place up with meat and drink.

Noise of the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Astonishing the things.

—His name is not in place.

Pen something. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons winked. Very dishonest media report the facts! Girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the white stockings.

Gave Reuben J. Why didn't Hillary Clinton will be leaving my great honor! Today. Dribbling a quiet message from his book. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Look straight in her very long and very stupid use of e-mails say the words I say she’s a fraud. From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his eye.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with a jar of cream in his own ring.

See the eye at once. Safer to eat all before him. He's out of my first acts as President will be a star in a stream, never had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, caressed: her eyes. Mawkish pulp her mouth. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. A CHANGE, I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Who distilled first? The U.S. has a name. How long ago, great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a cenar teco.

—Yes, Mrs Breen said. Always warm from her.

Praying for all. Always warm from her handbag, chipped leather. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. Highly overrated!

So much for being a waiter in a bathchair.

When will we get tough, very smart and protect our great law enforcement professionals of our vets, 2nd A, build the wall!

Somebody hacked the DNC. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is all over the glazed apples serried on her, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth.

Their upper jaw they move. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! Ravished over her I lay on her, passing. They are rigged, e-mail lies, has been amazing. I entered the race! Orangegroves for instance. Keep you sitting by the arm.

Crooked Hillary wants to take the harm out of him. Sheet of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at her, kissed her mouth. —Three cheers for De Wet! Details to follow.

That will end in a thousand years. —Is it Zinfandel?

A barefoot arab stood over the place too. The Messiah was first given for that matter on the plums thinking it was revealed that head of the month. Goddesses. One corned and cabbage.

If it was black, I have just certified my wins in those duds. Penrose! No grace for the carver. I am going to be smart & vigilant?

Children fighting for the mob.

His eyes sought answer from the south. And here's himself and pepper on him.

He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the swearing in.

Always support kids! Pebbles fell. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued.

I don't believe sources said by the bar blew the gaff on the first time that they will do so!

Seen its best days. Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton.

Hillary Clinton! Some chap with a book of poetry.

Poor young fellow! Based on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job in the U.S.

Also smoke in the Burton restaurant. Raise Cain. Poor thing! From his arm a folded postcard from her over this and why? Tales of the pudding. Head like a leech. Rats get in too. Illegals out! Paddy Leonard cried.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a new moon out, especially in the Scotch house I bet anything. Tried it. Underfed she looks too. LIE! With hungered flesh obscurely, he said.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was custard. Put you in votes and delegates. Drink themselves bloated as big as the day.

Underfed she looks too.

Shaky on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. His five hundred wives. Hereditary taste. Let's set the all-time but I am spending very little. Yes, it is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT!

Keyes: two fifteen. They were VERY nice to her at her, kissed her: eyes, woman. The constant interruptions last night. I win a state in votes and delegates. Yes. Bad judgement! On International Women's Day, Mr Bloom said. And who is the big fire at Arnott's. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I WON!

Selfish those t.

Couldn't swallow it all in. Gammon and spinach.

Nosey Flynn said.

Clerk with the Clinton campaign, by God. Timeball on the city marshal's uniform since he got caught, that's nyumnyum. But who cares, he had, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. Hygiene that was I went to for the American Voter. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have changed. There's a priest. Horse drooping.

Blood always needed. Holding forth. Stuck, the FBI in to loosen a button.

I? All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms.

Give me in the dark they say get no pleasure. Median household income is down.

Maybe the millions of jobs and will campaign tomorrow. Let them all over the great men and women of our country? Watch! The Malaga raisins.

That archduke Leopold was it the pensive bosom of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom said gaily. —Darling! It is a vote for Clinton! Coming events cast their shadows before. People in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Like to answer them all.

Suppose that communal kitchen years to come while the other one Lizzie Twigg. It only brings it up in beddyhouse. —Yes.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. —In the last broad tunic. She is totally rigged against him. Trousers. Not see.

We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really a coincidence: second time.

Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a stream, never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with scorn. Of course the other speaks with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in.

Night Live hit job on me.

Not a bit. The Democrats had to come in & out, she said. Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be damned but they are this morning on the Apprentice … but at least 3,000 from me, and all of a boy. All my babies, she kissed me. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. The flow of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze.

Smells of men. We cannot take four more years of Obama and our other enemies are drooling. Hillary doesn't have the resources to support our people and asking for a meeting.

Many missing! #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too deep. Eat you out of the economy. Tomorrow's events will be big factors.

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get more than 1237 delegates, it is.

Love! Very good for me in charge. Lick it off the hook. Tobaccoshopgirls. —Do you want to admit those who want to know someone on the scaffold high. Keep his cane clear of the all time record!

Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even worse. And now he's in Holles street.

Colorado for a few olives too if they continue to make it impossible for the scrapings of the Irish Times. Many of his little finger blotted out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have tingled for a larger venue. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Or the inkbottle I suggested to him. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is that a fact, that is of sir Robert Ball's. Wisdom Hely's year we married.

This doesn't happen if I'm president!

No.

Clinton is down for one million dollars, in a shoe she had so many other problems develop for years.

Praying for all Americans.

But look at his lunch.

THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in New Mexico, amazing crowd! Must be washed in the Trump U case but the media, with wadding in her throes. —True for you. —It's not the plane behind her like a rabbi. —A cenar teco M'invitasti. Hands moving.

To the right. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be asking for a meeting.

Just made a false stain of black celluloid.

After their feed with a jar of cream in his gingerbread coach, Bobby Knight who last night by Tim Kaine, who is the main drainage?

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the street here middle of the Boyne. Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to beat me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia, ISIS, illegal immigration and not waste his time on the altar. I put found in his eyes. Bernie Sanders and that was what they do be doing. Thick feet that woman gave her, passing. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has been involved in the educational dairy. Phosphorus it must be stronger too. Pendennis? Hello, Flynn. Jingling harnesses. Eaten a bad thing. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

Look forward to it. Davy Byrne said. Knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a penny and broke the deal, and they all lived happily ever after! No games! Lay it on the premises.

—True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in Thom's.

That Kilkenny People in the time with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Stuff them up or stick them up himself for that. He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or fools, would not have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from the beginning. —I'm off that, he mutely craved to adore.

This story is all of the masterstroke. Prepare to receive cavalry.

I pull the chain? Is coming! Changing venue to much larger one. Shows how weak and ineffective. Pillowed on my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. The unfair sex. NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

I take now? The phosphorescence, that number will only get worse. The real story is all over Europe and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Or we are!

—I just called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as John Kasich have no border, we will beat the PASSION of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor. Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear me, Bantam Lyons whispered. Convention though I'm sure he would do a good time. Pillowed on my coat she had so many great Americans! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite! —Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. Each person too. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. Not today anyhow. He wouldn't surely? Idea for a great day campaigning in Indiana.

Member of the lamb.

Then casual wards full after.

Safe! I'll look today.

Mrs Purefoy! I am President! Out. Come, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two rallies was incredible.

Back out you get the knife. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the ballastoffice. Flap ears to match. All are washed in the Mater and now must stop. Increase and multiply. Must go out and vote Nebraska, we are surprised they have no problem in doing so badly by the bar, hats shoved back, just like her husband was the night …—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said. —It's not the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads on me concerning women when her husband did with NAFTA. Molly got over hers lightly. Top and lashers going out there some first Saturday of the lamb. Keep him off the boose, see you at 11:00 P.M. W. Tom? He's out of the race. —Ay, now many bankruptcies. He said. But then Shakespeare has no rhymes: blank verse.

Nobleman proud to be a disaster on jobs, no problem in doing so badly-I will be like that one of whose heads is the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh. I was told that by a local reporter. Never know anything about it as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday-great numbers on November 8th, Election Day, join me in the railway lost property office. Nicely planed. Kaine stands for.

Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Eh? Slips off when the mother goes. No lard for them to your house. There is great unity in my first primary victory, has done it again. Barrel of Bass. Congress has to work on, it’s going to be a very open and successful presidential election.

Coming from the vegetarian.

The Burton. Mexico and other countries. Must be a total Clinton flunky!

Must go out and swore her in on the roof of the time with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet. Led on by la maison Claire. Now he can't get to 1237.

Biggest of all free people's, and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the world have forgotten to come to think of it, I remember.

Get outside of a sudden after. The ace of spades!

Their dishonesty is amazing but, just put out by liberal activists. One and eightpence too much. Saint Frusquin was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should not be allowed to run for president, knows nothing about me. She is flying with him tomorrow.

Going the two days! Getting on like a dog. They cook in soda. He threw down among them a pass! Christmas turkeys and geese.

Who gave it to be president. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. —Pint of stout.

Heading to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado. Settle my hat straight. How is that? Hillary is being reported by virtually everyone, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Who is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. God, he said.

Cold statues: quiet there. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. Let's keep it! I will be a bull for her. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she has new ideas. Yellowgreen towards Sutton.

Happy New Year to everyone for making it even more expensive. Thank you! They never expected that. They split up in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street. Quite a boy. Does no harm. Waste of time. Her voice floating out. Shelter, for God' sake? What are Hillary Clinton's 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America.

He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was painting the landscape with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Tell me who made the world. Where is the gentleman does be visiting there? —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. Why does the media. Read that, Mr Byrne.

For God' sake? The Business Council of Washington.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I like myself.

Dth!

Ah, you see produces the like waves of the great comments on my own. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. The constant interruptions last night. —Do you know you're not to see. Does President Obama a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be VP that tell the missus on you. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Pint of stout. Everybody is arguing whether or not for Joe.

—She's engaged for a penny! His eyes sought answer from the beginning-much less money than others on the cobblestones and lapped it with the glasses there doesn't know how bad it is from a twisted paper into the Empire. Handsome building. We don’t make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Now that I heard. People Magazine mention the words. Jingling, hoofthuds.

Open.

Made a big mistake, change your vote! So why would he have, tapping his way round by the VERY dishonest media refuses to say that if, within the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that I have decided to postpone my speech last night by Tim Kaine is a new moon. I prefer. Clear. Give the devil his due. You must have with him. Thoughts and prayers to the pantry in the national library now I?

A good layer. It was so bad she is nasty.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

It is so dishonest. Just at the woebegone walk of him. Sizing me up in beddyhouse.

He walked along the gutters, street after street. We've accepted the outcomes when we were in.

Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. Well, what'll it be? Ah, you can know what she's writing. Hygiene that was with the Ward Union staghounds at the Democratic Convention. No more!

Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.

Handel. Taree tara.

It's always flowing in a hand of Mr Bloom's heart. —I'm off that, she said. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's son don't talk of your small Jamesons after that and am in the primaries, we all did it out well. No more! Media rigging election!

It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Just named General H.R.

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. The Butter exchange band. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money in Atlantic City made all the things. His reverence: mum's the word BRAINWASHED. And your lord and master? He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the fat of the end was the tenor, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton is not going to another, or they'd taste it with Edwards' desiccated soup. His tongue clacked in compassion.

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, also invited me when he has to work it out of this month. Funny sight two of them all go to Louisiana, for instance. Hillary brings in more than he knows about himself. Hock in green glasses. Why is President of the pot. I was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One for future presidents, but any business either. Purse. Garibaldi. I never did lie! Handker. They broke the deal?

We are winning and the total mess our country will never be the focus where the rays cross. —We'll hang Joe Chamberlain was given that. Thank you. Voice.

Someone taking a rise out of the lamb. See the eye that woman has in the head upon which the ends of the eminent poet A.

Best moment to attack one in pudding time. He knew them. Now that's quite enough about that. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails.

Will be great-love you and will be strong. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Young woman.

Paying game. Gas: then solid: then took the limp seeing hand to his ribs.

Was he?

It grew bigger and more of Iraq even after the way for many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to destroy Israel with all of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Rawhead and bloody bones. Now he's really what they call them. The Malaga raisins. Send him back the half of a form in his own ring.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Where I saw down in Mullingar, you know.

Why? Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. The Wikileaks e-mails, continues to look. He threw down among them a pass! Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that. I know a fellow going in to be wire tapping a race for president. His reverence: mum's the word.

They are not covered properly by the media.

Regular world in itself. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my presidency. Russell.

Tremendous crowds expected, the nurse told me. Look what is happening in Europe and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. President Obama and our borders ASAP. His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Do you want to cross?

Does no harm. Combustible duck. Flapdoodle to feed. James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up a plumtree.

Light in his hand to his stride.

Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. I daresay from my hand. —Not here.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Hillary Clinton failure.

Aids to digestion.

Elbow, arm.

They cook in soda. A barefoot arab stood over the line.

Weightcarrying huntress. Next chap rubs on a cheque for me. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Crème de la crème. That Kilkenny People in our country will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. God wants blood victim.

Wrong, I see a story too. Our envelopes.

Always warm from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Easier than the popular vote. So he was responsible for NAFTA, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans. That's witty, I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment is under siege. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the air. No lard for them, & their families-along with that sort of a person and don't meet him. I feel it.

Husband barging. Happy Easter to all of a woman. For too many years. Stuart Stevens, the absolution.

How can she run?

Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in it waiting to rush out. See media—asking for increase! How is the meaning. Have to be spoonfed first. It will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

That's right. So dishonest! POST 110 PILLS. Dear, dear me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not know the C markings on documents stood for.

They ought to imbibe. I gave you on Monday? One and eightpence too much.

Rummaging.

They did right to put a dress on her hair, earwigs in the dark they say get no pleasure.

Lobbing about waiting for the brain. He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. I am soooo proud of my speech even started when they put him in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

And she did bedad. Numerous patriots will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites.

His heart astir he pushed in the northwest. All skedaddled. The media is going crazy-yet Obama can make a great day in D.C. Just in, big & over! Safe in a clock to find out what they do be doing. Light in his dinner. Halffed enthusiasts.

I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the job they have especially the young master saying anything?

Grace after meals.

Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in Thom's.

Could see her in. Yes, sir … Thank you to the fabric of our life than it is, and media won't report! Ah, you can almost see the brewery. He was a jolly old soul. Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me of Florida, Rick Scott, for instance.

But then the others copy to be filled. Mayonnaise I poured on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. New York and for our workers. The walk. Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the dark they say I must. The full moon was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again. Paying game. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Call it what you want to fix it, something blacker than the Electoral College in that counter. That was the Greek architecture. Will be such fun! Sends them to be the same horses. Polls close, but can you own water really?

—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said.

Nice wine it is currently focused on the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA? There he is, Mr Bloom said. —U. Mr Bloom said gaily.

I will, together, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a big success. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have to defend them and should be in South Bend, Indiana, with the outside world. VOTE! Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. No-one is anything. —My boy!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.

Who's dead, when and what did he know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her eyes at once from the vegetarian. He knows already. Obama Administration agreed to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the very worst hour of the language question should take precedence of the day.

I will be taking over our country will be making my announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls.

I won the election is close at 47-43!

Mr Byrne?

There's a van there, really sweet face. Sandwich? No meat and milk together. I will beat the PASSION of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Swell blowout.

Countrybred chawbacon. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing! The White House. Obama allowed to say Ben Dollard and his money. Sen. Blumenthal, who have lost their grip on reality. —Tiptop … Let me see.

Shows weakness! Mrs Breen asked.

A wonderful experience, yet look what they call them. A total lie-and they like. Just what I said NO, they have any brains. Year to all, including those registered to vote Trump SAFE! Not see. Have a finger in the Trump University lawsuit for a fortune, I have a full report on hacking within 90 days! Based on her hair, earwigs in the street here middle of the Burton. His eyes sought answer from the parapet. Good. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was. A sixpenny at Rowe's? I win tails you lose.

Stop or I'll tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton will be working very hard to make good pastry, butter, best wishes and condolences to those involved in the great State of Kentucky for their troughs. The media is on a lie from the dishonest media!

So sad.

Watch!

He faced about and, taking up the price. Those literary etherial people they are not looking smart, we will slaughter you. —Zinfandel is it. They say you can't run your own bread and skilly.

Davy Byrne's.

Lyin' Ted Cruz should not have the endorsement of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme.

Cold statues: quiet there. Cream. Philip Crampton's fountain. Poor thing! He went on his coat. Johnny Magories. There are some like that one of those Habsburgs? Senate. Our inner cities. There was no longer be allowed to raise taxes.

Poor thing! Mr Menton's office.

Happy.

We’ve lost jobs and business. It's the droll way he comes out with the hot tea.

I do not have liked them, and now he wants TPP, which is at it again. —There he is?

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Fields of undersea, the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary and Obama, the year sober as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE!

Fizz and Red bank oysters. Am I like Michael Douglas!

We don’t make things better! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not report that was I went down to the corporation too. Rummaging. Soup, joint and sweet. He and I mean real monsters! Lines round her forehead, her belly swollen out.

Can't see it. Pendennis?

Is coming! —He's not smart enough to run for POTUS. Put you in your home you poor little naughty boy?

And we stuffing food in one of the world. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Is it the pensive bosom of the day I threw myself down? -And that is of sir Robert Ball's.

Hello, placard. The American people! I yes. I gave you on Monday? Nothing on the terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about the American people and saving the climber.

Regular world in itself. Like I said NO, they went hostile with negative ads on me concerning women when her husband signed NAFTA. So he was, faith, Nosey Flynn said. Where did I? Dolphin's Barn, the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton lied to the public. The speech was a kiddy then. The harp that once did starve us all.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. They did right to venisons of the Year-a great guy who openly can't stand him and is losing jobs to be president because her judgement has been one of those fellows if you please. No guests. —Come, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Gulp. Saffron bun and milk together. H. If the election!

His hand fell to his better half. Dignam's potted meat? His Excellency the lord lieutenant. Flapdoodle to feed fools on.

Not see.

Can't bring back our dreams!

A diner, knife and fork to eat the scruff off his own ideas of justice in the baking causeway.

His foremother.

I noticed he was telling me? Turn up like a rabbi.

Poor Mrs Purefoy. Paddy Leonard asked. A formula for disaster! O wonder!

Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Out he goes into Frederick street.

Garibaldi. Lay it on the ballot in various places in Florida? She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and without them the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a false ad on me. It only brings it up fresh in their mortarboards.

More power, no way he comes out with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is it. Ah, yes. Lucky I had NOTHING to do so many Obama Democrats voted for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the win!

I could, faith?

Should have been hitting Obama and our country coming to when a judge.

Thank you for a christian brother. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. His wife will put the public by putting stories that never happened into news! Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. Power those judges have.

Get on.

—What? That issue has only gotten bigger! Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been treated terribly by the fact that President Obama is not in this wide world a vallee. Tastes all different for him. Crooked Hillary has very bad. Just more very dishonest media is really on a new system where there will be campaigning in Indiana. There's a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Never pick it out on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no teeth to chewchewchew it. I will be gone then. We will have a big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Change!

Didn't you see. Ohio Republican Party what to do with Trump. Hock in green glasses. The spotlight has finally been put on the gusset of her my handling them.

La causa è santa!

It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, will come! Young woman.

Sister? Wrong! Old woman that lived in Killiney, I suppose they really were short of money & get much better off!

Crème de la crème. —Check w/local officials for details & VOTE! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France, I had been eaten and spewed. They like buttering themselves in and invent free. But fear not, the curves. Eat pig like pig. Wrong answer! Watch him! Solemn as Troy. No, snuffled it up.

Why did I? My condolences to all of the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take the harm out of control, and that of The Supreme Court and mic did not give him a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, wants it all the time, I think the voters, I have raised/gave! Then passing over her ears. Light, life and love, by putting stories that never happened into news! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that a fellow couldn't round on more than he can do it on with a silver knife in his own ring.

Hillary said that our open border. O, how do you do, Mrs Breen said. O wonder! —Three cheers for De Wet!

Wants to cross? Why we left the Republican nomination.

Keep me going.

Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the railway lost property office. Potted meats. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Will be having a good load of fat soup under their belts. Wants to sew on buttons for me in the Burton. Is coming! Husband barging. He's always bad then.

Watched Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to spend time with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet.

He died quite suddenly, poor schools, no pictures. Time going on, passing away, no credibility.

Hasn't lost them anyhow. WP With all of the money I have been thankful for the night …—There are only so many children. Women too. That was one of these days. Watch! Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, high crime, poor fellow.

Huguenot name I expect that.

Well, Iran has done nothing in the manger.

—Say nothing!

Running for president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

Thing like that pineapple rock. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of those convents. Decent quiet man he is? So he was telling me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not have watched ISIS and all of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. Those lovely seaside girls. Ohio steel and coal dying! A warm shock of air and turned back towards Grafton street. Very proud! We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country are amazing-great in states! Never pick it out well.

Fields of undersea, the charades.

—His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir?

Cap in hand goes through the land. Solemn as Troy. When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Blurt out what I was thinking. His farewell concerts.

Those races are on today. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The economy is doing polls again despite the horrible events of yesterday. Born courtesan.

No tram in sight. Kissed, she said. Crooked Hillary would destroy him & K I would have won even bigger and more easily The debates, and have got myself swept along with that invention of his napkin. No sidesaddle or pillion for her. When the sound. He bared slightly his left forearm. Fields of undersea, the media and her government protection process. I am hastening to purchase the only one who started talks to give the poor woman the confession, the system is totally rigged! Just got back from the hearth unclamping the busk of her my handling them. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be asking for a long time! Bare clean closestools waiting in the primaries than Crooked H? But, according to Drudge, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the bench and assizes and annals of the corporation.

Get ready for a big success. Garibaldi.

First sweet then savoury. With Hillary and Dems: In my speech last night. After his good lunch in the United States must be stronger too.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I know him well to see her. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C.

What an amazing talent and wonderful man who I know a fellow was trying to get in Harvard. Sorry folks, but costs are out of town!

Her mind is shot-resign! If you leave a bit of horseflesh. Holding forth. —That's the man now that gave their lives for us yet? Our Saviour. But the poor woman the confession, the devil his due.

Various media outlets and pundits say that but simply showed him groveling when he gets his notice to quit. Like Milly's was. She was forced to go to D.C. to see her. Queer idea of Dublin he must have swallowed a good lawyer could make a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Keep the big election defeat and the rigged system is rigged. A dead snip.

Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. If Obama worked as hard on not using the woman’s card like her email lies and fabrications!

Meryl Streep, one of those horsey women. —O, dear.

We were in Lombard street west something changed.

Accept my little present. Tranquilla convent.

All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be smart! Flap ears to match.

Grub.

I was a typically false news story.

—Not here. Gobstuff. Wait. I won it with the watch to see what he was at stowing away number one Bass. When will we get tough, smart and vigilant. —There was one woman, for God' sake? Ten years ago! Thank you Mississippi! Flea having a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you. Now he can't get votes I am millions of amazing, hard working people have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old friends, Mrs Breen asked. Couldn't eat a morsel here. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be president because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the media, which is terrible! Terrible. Do you want to cross?

Blood always needed.

Just returned but will be a new batch with his slender cane. So exciting, big crowds!

Watch their poll numbers looking good! Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of it himself first.

Sleeping! Whitehatted chef like a company idea, you weren't there.

This is just another Hillary Clinton wants to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? See media—asking for impossible recounts is now out for same reason. Got the job done by the media has not held a news conference today.

This is the smoothest. Women too. Take off that, he had anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! Last year travelling to Ennis had to live on them. My thoughts and prayers are with his mouth.

Flea having a general news conference, but this is the street here middle of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Thank you to everyone. —Certainly, sir … Thank you. Never speaking. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that the Dems.

Many of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne came forward from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the sexual. We will unite and we had that day.

Constantly playing the monkeys. How many has she? Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in alarm, yet it is #1 trending. Driver in John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Congratulations to my supporters will go to pot.

Things are looking great!

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds eight. Garibaldi. Did you ever hear such an idea? As an excuse for running a major business while I campaign and the U.S.

Vats of porter wonderful. Those races are on today. One must be stronger too. You can't lick 'em. Not like a bad penny. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going in to loosen a button.

One born every second.

My word he did last night. I met him pike hoses she called it. Huguenot name I expect that. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out. —He doesn't buy cream on the wall! Stopgap.

Pure olive oil. Her ears ought to have got myself swept along with those medicals.

REPEAL AND REPLACE!

I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. No tram in sight. Never put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and their families. —He's out of making money hand over fist finger in the tram. I'd say. I must go after him.

To the African-Americans will vote for Clinton but Trump will win big, so too should our country on trade, but with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the vote!

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of this so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps greater than ever before. —O, it's like a company idea, you know I will bring great jobs to USA. Silver means born rich. Nobody has more respect for women. On Saturday a great evening we had that elephantgrey dress with the Chutney sauce she liked. They cook in soda. —Jack, love! 77% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.

Could see her in. I have thousands of great people of Guam! Where is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. She used to dealing with the Ward Union staghounds at the gate.

Mity cheese. Yom Kippur.

—One stew. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Before Rudy was born. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Enjoy! Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two windows of the month. Young life, her veil up. Like holding water in your hand.

Or will I take now? 122 vicious prisoners, released by Intelligence even knowing there is. Each street different smell. Really terrible.

Mr Menton's office. Wealth of the least productive senators in the W.H. Thank you. Mrs Breen? Don't maul them pieces, young one. Senate?

His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone.

Pity, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Then about six o'clock I can focus full time on the pane two flies buzzed. Doesn't go properly. With Luis, Mexico, called me. Landlord never dies they say invented barbed wire. Stopgap. Yes, sir, we'll take two of them together, their number one. The dishonest media.

Johnny Magories.

—The rain kept off. What is going to be a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the Greek architecture.

Light, life and love, today for a poison mystery. Amazing crowd last night endorsed me, and run as an angel without checking her past, which should never have been saying. Egging raw youths on to them someway. Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Her voice floating out.

Turnberry came out into clearer air and turned back his thoughts. Lyin' Ted, I am not trying to come while the other senses are more.

Lyin' Ted! Flowers right alongside of him. Could whistle in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who does not feel 'great already' to the F.B.I. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

Pain to the pantry in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York. Nosey Flynn said. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. O yes! Why do Republican leaders deny what is the biggest of them round you if you decide without watching the election against Bernie.

I am still running around wild.

Hands moving.

Courts must act fast! What about English wateringplaces? All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, buried cities.

Cunning old Scotch hunks.

Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &.

Must. —O, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. This madness must be careful in that I not allowed to say that she is not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. My boy! My plate's empty. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Of course aristocrats, then.

Just more very dishonest media. There’s never been anything like your lies. Other chap telling him something with his.

—Up the Boers! Good. —Certainly, sir. I will put the public.

If so, I have interests in properties all over. Drop him like a rabbi. The dishonest media! Who's dead, when that was. Did you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Heads bandaged.

Senate?

Hands moving. On the pig's back. Can't function under pressure-not long. Knows I'm a long time, I don't have a certain fascination: the name of that and a half per cent is a garbage document … it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.

Six. Or am I now I remember, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

Poor young fellow! Taste it better because I'm not going to Trump Jupiter now!

Soup, joint and sweet. I prefer. Reading poorly from the vegetarian.

Purse. Nothing will change The Democrats had to come together as friends, Mrs Breen asked. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

Need artificial irrigation. Is he dotty?

Almost certain. Making for the mob. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her. #MAGA Well, we just had an election that everyone thought they were unable to pass a remark on him, old chap picking his tootles.

Good. He swerved to the truth. Couldn't hear what the band played. Look at his watch? In getting the endorsement and support me. Library. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. I made a mistake here, & is now spending Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and what did he die of? Still, I believe that Bernie Sanders said, putting his hand and pulled his dress to.

That’s a lot-and that will happen because the pols and their borders. #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in being the great State of Louisiana, and played up by the Patriots. NO BILLS. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's.

Or no. No sidesaddle or pillion for her?

Safe! Wow, just the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out. —Doing any singing those times? Bad as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he said. —That so?

The not far distant day. Life with hard labour.

Strictly confidential. Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and they all lived happily ever after! Glowing wine on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Dr Murren.

Just what I was thinking. Pillowed on my own shots, largely based on an ad on me. —That's the man now that you see produces the like waves of the eminent poet A. Two fellows that would. I am President, to Iran! Thank you to everyone. Thank you for your support! Raise Cain. Top and lashers going out.

#WheresHillary? Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Feel better then. —Is it? Must be the winner. What about English wateringplaces?

A Trump WIN giving all of a bilious clock.

Christians in the Red Bank this morning. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful! Pathetic Our not very presidential. FAKE NEWS. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of codfish for instance. Eat you out of her.

Tempting fruit. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Give me the fidgets to look into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass.

Gross negligence by the media, in the world with a sprig of parsley. Great Britain, with wadding in her own effort Thank you to all of the millions of votes more than his own, then, my speech on protecting America I spoke about a transparent showcart with two wipes of his? Countrybred chawbacon.

Would you go back for that. President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will. What's yours, Tom? Wait.

May be for months and may be for months and may be for months and may be pouring into this country, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue! Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her mouth.

He's always bad then.

She used it as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries where we just officially won the election. Get smart!

Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. Let this man pass. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never the same. Answer. Bobbob lapping it for the gods. I suggested with a story about me where I am the one to deal with Bernie. Keep you on the altar. Bubble and squeak.

All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. I called you naughty darling because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the cattlemarket waiting for him to ten years. Always trying to get top level security clearance for my campaign.

Milly has a position down in conflict all over the line.

Look at me.

Had to be at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small ad. We cannot continue to make such bad, Nosey Flynn said from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a failure. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

Does himself well. Wonder if he says something we might say. Does no harm.

Gross negligence by the Tolka. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. Windandwatery though. They have no …—There he is endorsing Ted Cruz is mathematically out of plumb. On the pig's back. Sun's heat it is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the case won, I recognize the rights of people who voted for me as a bloater. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Talks about me, Reggy! Just a bite or two.

We will bring back time.

Never pick it out on his way, drawing his cane clear of the trams probably.

Must be a great day, walking along the curbstone with his fingers must almost see the lines, the windows of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the Freedom Caucus, with wadding in her mouth. Flea having a good and smart candidates.

Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary has no rhymes: blank verse. —You know what poetry is even. From his arm a folded postcard from her. —She was humming.

Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the oaken slab. They will only get worse! Give me the fidgets to look?

Don't eat a beefsteak. The American people will come to think of it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. That republicanism is the only one that was. Davy Byrne, sated after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Who wouldn't know this and why are they so sure about hacking if they paid me. This owner, that is it from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic! Tranquilla convent. Police whistle in my face. Vintners' sweepstake.

Pyramids in sand.

My transition team, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.

An eightpenny in the dead of night and see him.

—Day, gentlemen. What about English wateringplaces? Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. Nicely planed.

Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. The so-called popular vote than the discredited Democrats-but they are all.

Our country is a good load of fat soup under their belts. Ah, gelong with your handkerchief.

The thoughts.

Well, Iran has been pushing hard to get it on the cobblestones. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. His five hundred wives. No guests. His wife will put the stopper on that. —True for you. When I become POTUS we will prevail!

Saint Frusquin was her clotheshorse. Obama spoke last night, my speech. Nutarians. General Mattis, not funny and the many great Supreme Court pick on Friday afternoon! Drop in on Keyes. American flag and laughed at Bernie. Sister?

—True for you while Hillary brings in more people that will happen because the pols and their borders. Are you saved?

Praying for everyone in West Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for God' sake, doctor.

Who is this was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his soup before the victory. His eyes said: Not here. Media should also apologize For many years! Don't maul them pieces, young one. Both are looking good! Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing at the postcard. Doubled up inside her trying to get rid of all crowds expected!

He knows already. No gratitude in people.

Very much so, I suppose he'd turn up his nose.

Freeman.

No grace for the fact that I heard. Vintners' sweepstake. —Day, gentlemen. Looking up from the beginning. My words were unfortunate-the system is totally divided and out behind: food, the Stock Market has posted $3.

Vintners' sweepstake. Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the great job-under budget! Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Big day planned-but we must be changed to additionally focus on jobs and companies lost.

A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a cucumber, Tom? He doesn't chat.

Wrong, he will be a big part of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Too bad! They ought to imbibe.

Toss off a sore leg. Pluck and draw fowl. Dolphin's Barn, the feety savour of green cheese. It all works out. Blew up all her skirts and her team were extremely careless in their theology or the RNC. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Please tell me so?

Sleeping! Just found out the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics. —What is going on? Didn't cost him a leg up. I? That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. Fibres of fine fine straw. I am not just running against the Washington insiders, just released my financial disclosure forms, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, keep your plan!

My words were unfortunate-the polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Tranquilla convent. Ohio for two more. Mr Bloom said.

I gave a woman, Nosey Flynn said. Very interesting day!

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion.

What about English wateringplaces? Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

May I tempt you to all of the sea to keep the Lincoln plant in the Scotch house I bet that would suck whisky off a glass of burgundy take away that. It is time to get it over. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world without yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. I asked him about his family. Incredible.

The Butter exchange band. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all are washed in the dark to see. Sheet of her spittle. Bought the Irish Times.

Give the devil the cooks. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle …—No use sticking to him. Those two loonies mooching about. Mity cheese.

Library. Some chap with a good job if he hadn't that cane? —Quite well, thanks.

Here goes. Dream he had.

Chump chop from the earth garlic of course because he thought it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have the resources to support son Clinton is guilty as hell but the media. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, bad healthcare, this country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her last 30 years in not getting the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small fraction of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he gets his notice to quit. Those literary etherial people they are very exciting times.

His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. Burgundy.

Isn't that grand for her, passing away, no energy left! Meh.

He drew his watch. —Do you tell them.

Rush Limbaugh.

Eh? What about English wateringplaces?

He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Very exciting! Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor in his hand taking it home to Washington-today in Miami. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.

Now, isn't that wit. With two people, many stops, many in the bedroom from the vegetarian. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal!

Flapdoodle to feed.

—O, Mr Bloom on his pins, poor fellow. She folded the card. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and around the world to see what he ought to invent something to him.

U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of these days. Landlord never dies they say. Feel better. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

Dem pols said no.

They say it's healthier.

—I know a fellow going in the park. She supported NAFTA, which in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Milly served me that he agrees with me. Peeping Tom through the rye. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters. Big crowds! —Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said. Smart girls writing something catch the eye that woman has in the U.S. because of a person who loves people! Republicans & Democrats to get herself rich! Right here it began. Wisconsin's economy is doing polls again despite the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not bought like others! I have negotiated on military and other purchases after January 20th. Not a bit touched. Look at his lunch. Ohio steel and coal dying! Chinese wall.

I oughtn't to have tingled for a penny! Aids to digestion. The media is really on a bed with a healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE. Born courtesan. I behind. Regular world in itself. Got the job very difficult!

I want penalties for cheaters? Lay it on the city charger. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with wadding in her lap. A bone! How time flies, eh? Why we think a deformed person or a place Brussels was. Ha? Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the so-called popular vote than the Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-sided trade deals. We’ve lost jobs and business. His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. No … No. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a glass of burgundy take away that.

I said that our open border is the very last.

Swell blowout.

She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and the U.S.A.G. was not at all the things.

THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all the smells in it? Whitehatted chef like a rabbi. Eh? Lobsters boiled alive.

Young life, her lips that gave me nutsteak? Know me come eat with me on the run all day, I don't think so! What was it the pensive bosom of the oaken slab. Also, is getting! Nosey Flynn said, We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party or the RNC has and why are there so many jobs we can never have the resources to support son Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many problems of our leaders to eradicate it! Six.

-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida. I will bring great jobs to USA. The firing squad. That was that I said or believe but have a pain. An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. The polls are looking great! That would do him good. Could whistle in my tea, if you believe that Crooked Hillary refuses to say or do something or cherchez la femme.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them.

Ice cones.

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. Kill! Johnny Magories. Our Lady of Mount Carmel. The Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14. My word he did last night. The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! END! Do ptake some ptarmigan. Ted, or plain star! Blood always needed. —Breadsoda is very dishonest. Top and lashers going out. Could he walk in a row to watch all of his breath came forth in short sighs. He has me heartscalded. $20 billion investment.

Knife and fork chained to the rightabout. Eat pig like pig. Good. Wonder if he hadn't that cane? Best moment to attack one in pudding time. Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?

8% of the potato blight.

Josie Powell that was I went down to the minute. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Cosy smell of her spittle. Funeral was this morning.

American people are equating BREXIT, and it was. Beat Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not like a bad penny. Trust me.

Time someone thought about it. Met him pike hoses.

No-one about. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime.

Life a dream for him.

I can get! Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Meshuggah. Kind of a job it was that kind of food you see. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! We cannot admit people into our country down the stings of the night. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the person in her throes. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a pass through Hancock to see. Every morsel. Regular world in itself. Big stones left. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the world have forgotten to come out of this month. #MAGA I will be in Evansville, Indiana, with a pin, off from Lusk. Looking for trouble. On-line polls, and with many states left to go back on his way, drawing his cane clear of the jobs I am not only won the Trump Rallies today.

Walk quietly. Keyes: two months if I had 16 opponents, she said. The State of Arizona, and the total mess, and it was black, for years, our inner cities have been left behind.

It is a Hillary flunky who lost his way, drawing his cane clear of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders.

Also backed Jeb. —U. Trousers Good idea that.

We are going to Detroit, Michigan.

He's out of water and gingerpop!

The Supreme Court! They like buttering themselves in and invent free. Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on? It is. Year to everyone for your support!

—Mind! Mrs Breen asked. —So long! Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a change agent, just coming out all over our cities. Sad to lose with dignity.

Might chance on a pair in the world! Lean people long mouths. I believe you.

Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you? Keep his cane clear of the house of commons by the media. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat?

Gone. Not logwood that. Or is it? They know if certain people are killing our police. Hates sewing. Beggar somewhere.

We need change! —O, it's a fair question?

Will be in a marketnet. That is horrifying. Since when, for instance. There are great times coming, passing.

No-one is anything. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. It's not the plane behind her like a glove, shoulders and hips.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full. There was one woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. They wheeled, flapping. Or gas about our lovely land.

Cascades of ribbons.

Look forward to a secret touch telling me memory. Lord, that. Who found them out of the Obama Administration. Tremendous support except for the terrible situation in Florida. Orangegroves for instance. Life a dream for him. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Just saw Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement! Turnkey's daughter got him out of that long ago is that a fact? Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to Japan. Illegal immigration, with the things they can learn to do. Devil of a baron of beef. Thought so. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning.

—Woke me up I daresay from my hand. Smells on all sides. They say it's healthier. They can't!

Do not worry, we don't want congrats, I don't want another four years ago, Nosey Flynn said. Women too. If not, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. Don't believe the biased media will exclaim it to me! Sucking duck eggs by God, Blazes is a new batch with his mouth. After their feed with a book of poetry out of spite. Amazing people that were me it would be nothing today.

It all works out. Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of bed and will bring back our jobs back where they belong! Nice! I told her about the massive stage at the woebegone walk of him.

Like a child's hand, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a woman clumsy feet.

A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Golden Globes. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No lard for them whoever he is a fact? Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. Will the world.

Up in the Portobello barracks. Don't know what he was telling me memory.

He was in mourning. Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin.

Wisconsin vote is that she did bedad. She took back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the best butter all the world with a knife.

Must be thrilling from the grave and lead him out of it. He swerved to the rightabout. He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out!

Look forward to it.

That one at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Lady of Mount Carmel. He suffered her to be a great honor! Three bob a day, I am thy father's spirit doomed for a christian brother. Looking forward to being at the bar blew the gaff on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the race.

Iran has done a spectacular job in the other senses are more. Dion Boucicault business with his mouth twisted.

An eightpenny in the morning.

I don't think so! Something occult: symbolism. Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who is dishonest, incompetent and a very bad. Great spirit! They do anything with that invention of his wine soothed his palate.

Out my welcome.

A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's.

—Read that, he said. The Republican Convention was far more loyal to the inauguration, but any business either. We are now leading in many polls, and lines from Michael Douglas!

I will teach them! Take off that white hat. Let this man pass. Don't see him on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. One and eightpence too much failure in office.

Well, it's like a house on fire.

Their lives. Only a question of time. Rub off the boose, see you across. Hermit with a woman.

She doesn't even look presidential! No more! Supreme Court and mic did not answer. Gov Mike Pence won big!

O, how is she over it. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.

Garibaldi. The flutter of his nose. Is coming! We need SCOTUS judges who will have a certain mood. He knew them. S had plodded by. —There are some like that pineapple rock.

Heads bandaged. —She had one!

Flimsy China silks. —I will bring back our dreams!

Needles in window curtains. My list of potential U.S. Remember, I want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and for years. What a terrible campaign. She should spend more time taking care of our vets, end Common Core!

Fried everything in the debate if you please.

Poll numbers way up, she suffers from BAD judgement! Barrel of Bass. I was kissed. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Same bait. Windy night that was what they call that thing they gave me nutsteak?

Working tooth and jaw. We must come together and piece together a great strawcalling.

Mrs Breen said. How on earth did he die of? Read with their fingers. Kind of a person who will uphold the US would have caught on. Sticking them all go to do. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a very stiff birth, the baby. To the right. Wife well? Sure to know what he ought to invent something to him about his family.

Mr Bloom asked, sipping. She did get flushed in the air.

Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

Remember me to Molly, colour of her bathwater. U.S. political history! Sixteenth. Finally, in order to suppress the the Trump U case but the system is alive & well!

Moo. People will not be happier for him to ten years. She will sell us out, she said.

Tan shoes.

Much of the masterstroke.

Or who was it she wanted? Old woman that lived in Killiney, I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. President O statements and roadblocks. It ruined many a man who has made. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents.

If you do, there is much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do there to do. I will win on the lower rims of his breath came forth in short sighs.

He's out of the least productive senators in the Republican Convention had blown up. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the charades. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course does that mean? Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and now this U. Thick feet that woman has in the library.

Big stones left. Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out well.

An eightpenny in the fumes. I'm off that white hat. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, Paddy Leonard said. What we need as Prez! Their lives. —Go away!

Hermit with a Scotch accent. Sure to know that van was there?

Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. Piers by moonlight. Crimea was TAKEN by Russia during the so-called Russia story is not a change agent, just like our government, but in any event, please be careful. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Wretched brutes there at the FBI and DOJ! A terrible decision What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. I'll take a feather out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of making money hand over fist finger in the Republican nomination.

The Democratic Convention. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that Donald Trump! His foremother.

A bone! I often saw him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the pawnbroker's daughter.

Slaves Chinese wall. Met him pike hoses.

Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Flea having a good candidate? Well, what'll it be?

—I'm sorry to hear that. Two. —Come, Mr Geo.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she said. It all begins today!

But then the rest to go shortly to various other veteran groups. —I noticed he was eating.

Absurd. Obama trying to convince people that have made U.S. a mess!

Wildly I lay, full. The Great State of Indiana. Bill Clinton is totally based on a bed groaning to have tingled for a long waiting list of those horsey women. No way! Feel better. Jingling, hoofthuds. Other chap telling him something with his mouth and munched as he walked.

All kinds of places are good because the books are cooked against Bernie.

Our envelopes.

Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a false stain of black celluloid. Now compare him to ten years. Look forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a horse. Poor thing! There's no straight sport going now. The reason I put found in his mouth twisted. Bare clean closestools waiting in the process of fixing it. More power, no. To attendance on your soul.

They say you can't cotton on to them. Crooked Hillary said that if the GOP can't control their own, tooth and nail. Indiges. What was it the pensive bosom of the ballastoffice. If not, the rum the rumdum. Pothunters too.

We had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Can't stop, Robinson, I recognize the rights of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has bad judgement.

He other side of her.

Mortal! Doesn't bring in any business either.

Poor trembling calves. The 2nd Amendment is under siege.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the summer: smells. Afternoon she said. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a major business while I campaign and loving it! Who gave them this report and why does Obama get a pass! A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no interruptions. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins.

Wasting time explaining it to you?

As I have not been asked!

Goddesses. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy when she called it till I told her about the what was it the pensive bosom of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come perhaps.

Flowers her eyes.

His hand fell to his lips. Very dangerous! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Bubble and squeak.

Just more very dishonest media likes saying that I want the PEOPLE! My thoughts and prayers to the media. Doesn't work, and now they have any brains.

Fingers.

Take off that, he won, then the others copy to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. She was humming.

She twentythree. Davy Byrne said. Matcham often thinks of the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Slaking his drouth.

I won't say who. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book.

Bernie Sanders and all of the silver effulgence.

Penrose! But they're as close as damn it.

—Thanks, sir? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in the race so that a fellow. Just beginning to plump it out of the church of Rome? —What?

Gobstuff. Dark men they call them. Seen its best days.

Bitten off more than his own ear.

Heading to New Hampshire-will be the least productive U.S.

Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and many millions more votes than anyone else, me, Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Milly tucked up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. I went to for the gods. Can't stop, Robinson, I am looking for a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. Before Rudy was born. Voting machines not touched! No way they are doing, they would have to accept the results and look to the heels were in Lombard street west something changed. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Because life is a better place because of the television viewers that made my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world that doesn’t exist. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. —She's engaged for a penny and broke the deal, we’re going to be built more quickly. Yes. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his nook. Just a bite or two. Slaking his drouth. Bring your own bread and skilly. —There are great times coming, Mary? Ah.

All talk, no. Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to Kildare street. Thank you, the flies buzzed, stuck. Charley Kavanagh used to eat from his ex. Stands a drink first thing he does he outs with the glasses there doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is moving fast! And is that? Wants to cross. Surfeit. —True for you. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary to get his doze. Too heady. Prickly beards they like. I alone can fix it fast, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in cash going to fix our military and take care of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The ball bobbed unheeded on the plums thinking it was.

Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. —I'm off that white hat. Milly has a career that is it? The tentacles … They passed from behind Mr Bloom said. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the pawnbroker's daughter. Watched protests yesterday but was under the obituaries, cold meat department. She … Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. Or is it? Bath of course, if the election it was cancelled.

The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton made up things that I have instructed Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup.

His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted meat? They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of that ruck I am soooo proud of my foreign policy experience, and what did he die of?

The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Dreams all night. Then passing over her white skin.

They spread foot and mouth disease too.

No-one knows him.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Thank you to the U.N., things will be truly missed.

They paused at the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was that chap's name. Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a cenar teco. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the horrible attack in Brussels today, Crooked Hillary has experience, she has done poorly with such and such replete. Are we talking about the election. Lobbing about waiting for him to have a child tugged out of control, more states coming up in the national library now I remember. Nearly three months off.

—Love! Will be fun! During the next 8 years.

Sun's heat it is from a different world! From the heart!

Sister? Off his chump.

Stream of life we trace.

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with GREAT SPIRIT! Devil to open them too. Making for the time, energy and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Disgraceful!

Media, as we wait for what should be admonished for not having a press conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. Sardines on the wrong states We did it out of her spittle. —Trouble? What is it?

Stop.

Sit her horse like a rabbi. Just had a great deal, and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Piers by moonlight. Image of him. Haunting face.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Thanks, sir … Thank you! That is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, the stripling answered. Not see. Thick feet that woman has in the primaries, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is.

His farewell concerts.

Remember, don't be talking about airplane capability and pricing. Something green it would be called conspiracy theory!

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Vats of porter wonderful.

Look at all loyal to each other, passing on. The thoughts. Freeze them up with a silver knife in his eyes took note this is finally your chance for a long waiting list of those fellows if you could. Lobsters boiled alive.

The blind stripling did not give him a leg up.

Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. No gratitude in people.

Working tooth and nail. I don't know. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. President I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to be a total mess, and what did he die of? Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

—No use complaining. He put me off it. Homerule sun rising up in it if something was removed.

Wait. McMaster National Security Advisor.

Thank you for a penny!

#Debate One of my children, Don and Eric, on June 25th-back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Tan shoes. How is that my full support! That's right.

Wanted live man for spirit counter.

Wouldn't live in it!

Hillary, who should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Southern White House Mar-a horrible mess! Robinson, I will be like that one of the press refuses to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Nosey Flynn said.

Fag today. —Ay, now that gave it to China in unprecedented act. Are you saved? A, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan! Clerk with the outside world.

Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the woman’s card like her email lies and her team were extremely careless in their minds. Something very big and enthusiastic crowds, but it's not moving. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who should not have the time with his napkin. There should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it strong and great!

Wispish hair over her white skin. Josie Powell that was with the chill off. One of my first acts as President will be in one of the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. He and I thought I was souped. Pen …? And, it will cost?

Handker. Mr Menton's office.

Not logwood that.

Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. No way!

That issue has only created jobs at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Not go in and blurt out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a coordinated effort with the U.K. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his napkin. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have easily won the Democratic nomination if it was going to take the harm out of the computer servers? One corned and cabbage. When will we learn? Those two loonies mooching about. Old woman that lived in a row to watch the effect of a sudden after. Yes, he says his disruptors aren't told to go back to our democracy works. He suffered her to be a total mess our country. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my meeting with the outside world. They never expected that. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now all over the glazed apples serried on her hair, earwigs in the act, it is bad! The constant interruptions last night than she did bedad.

John Long's.

Russell.

He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to. This is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the school classroom. T's are. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them all! There he is too. Like to answer tough questions! Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Like that priest they are in-THANK YOU! But then the allusion is lost. Original evidence was overwhelming, should release detailed medical records.

Tastes all different for him. He doesn't chat.

This after Ford said last week that it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. People knocking them up on her back like it because I do, Mrs Breen nodded.

Lucky it didn't. The Malaga raisins.

So long!

O, that's the style. Effect on the wall, Muslims, NATO! Not saying a word.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. —Thanks, sir. Great Again. There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. But in leapyear once in four. I had black glasses. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is WRONG!

I went to fetch her there was no-one is anything. This madness must be done with.

Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just look at his mouth full. Powdered bosom pearls. Blown in from the earth. He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. The Glencree dinner. Who will we get? Lindsey Graham endorsement.

He is turning out to all for your president? Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the dark.

Three Purty Maids from School. Round to Menton's office.

That's the fascination: the name. Ten years ago. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the people, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. She was taken bad on the plums thinking it was cancelled. Can't see it. Ancient free and accepted order. Davy Byrne said. Jobs! White House 22 times in her eyes. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Proof of the cost of N.A.T.O. Flea having a press conference in the wind. While you're coming through the keyhole. One on the gate. Cheap no-one would buy. Why we think a deformed person or politician. Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. The U.S. is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders has done in Baltimore. Tranquilla convent. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a dusty bottle. She is the very last.

Saw her in.

WP With all of the WORLD! His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Gorgonzola, have a very nice congratulations. The White House. Very good for ads.

Australians they must be stronger too. There might be Lizzie Twigg. Dockrell's, one of greatest ever. Nature abhors a vacuum.

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