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Fic Trope Tier List!

Tagged by @tumsa 💜

I'm so late to the party that I feel like almost everyone on my dash has been tagged! BUT if you're reading this: Tag! You're it! I want to hear everyones thoughts on fic tropes!

I also defintely did this based on how much I love the tropes themselves rather than how likley I am to read a fic with them.

Honestly, I'll read anything for good characterisation, so if an author I already loved came out with literally *anything* on the list I'd probably give it a whirl!

If you're reading this: Tag! You're it! I want to hear everyones thoughts on fic tropes!

[lydiimae]

Strains and Stresses

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x !fem reader

Warnings: Light hints at sex, mentions of drinking, the ton being cruel to the reader, Anthony fighting with the reader, old concepts about class and womanhood, a very icky insult thrown at the reader by Anthony, fluffy fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.8k

A.N: Hello my sweet loves <3 I am so sorry I have not updated in a while, I just finished finals so life has been hectic. Also- I got a job FINALLY T-T and, more importantly, the class that I was going to take during the summer fell through so I will have much more time to write! BTW THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLOWERS HOLY \^-^/. You are all so kind to me. Anyway, this is a fic based on a request that you can find here and here. I decided to mix the two, as it is a semi-angsty Ant fic that ends in fluff. I hope you enjoy my darling Anons. For those who have requested a fic, I promise they are coming! I am planning on knocking another one or two out next week, but I wanted to write a Ben fic before as he is a big comfort character for me and I need some of that energy lol. P.S. I listened to the slowed version of Futile Devices while I wrote this, because it is just what I imagine falling in love and loving would feel like. Enjoy <3

You adored working for Lady Danbury, who wouldn't? She is an incredible woman, and so very strong. You admired her, for being so independent. You thought that that would be the life you lead, alone and working out your days as a maid. Then, you met him.

Met would be the wrong word, it was more of... stumbling into him after a young debutante 'accidentally' ran into you. You knew who Anthony Bridgerton was, of course. His reputation preceded him. Many of your friends and fellow maids had spoken of how harsh, how blunt, how much of a rake, the Viscount was.

For you, however, he had never been brash nor cruel, nor had he ever lived up to his reputation. For you, he was kind, gentle, and even sweet. He had placed a steadying hand on your back and met your eyes and you knew it was over.

From then on at every ball Lady Danbury held, you would always follow him to the gardens, stealing kisses in her in-home library, and sharing stolen glances from across the ballroom. After the balls, he would take you to his townhouse and you would both spend hours speaking of your lives, your dreams, your troubles. He was nothing but a gentleman.

You tried your best to ignore the strange warmth that bloomed in your chest when you were with him. In a way, you always knew that you would end up with him. You believed that your lives were intertwined, like a string wrapped around your soul that only stopped tugging when you were near him. It was comforting.

He had expressed his love to you about seven months in, on a Sunday morning in bed. The yellow hue of the morning sunrise made it feel like you were in heaven, his hands running against your sides like you were made from the finest porcelain. He said it easily as if it was the most simple thing he had ever had to do. A simple "I love you." was murmured into your ear before his lips pressed against your forehead. Just as easily came the proposal, more of a promise, right there in the same bed.

It was simple, perhaps even plain, but not to you. To you, it showed he was comfortable enough to express his feelings, and his deepest wants, just to you. It was intimate, the light cascading down upon his skin as if he were a god, bringing out every contour and mark on his body.

After the announcement of your engagement, rumors spread like wildfire. Every house in Mayfair was a spark that made the fire grow, little trails of flame splitting off along the way until the fire was all-consuming. He had warned you that the rumors would be bad, that not many would express their support for the union of a maid and a Viscount. You just did not expect it to be so suffocating.

You found solace in his embrace, as you always did, spending countless nights wrapped in the silk sheets at his townhouse, listening to his whispers of affection and praise until they eased the tears that had spilled down your cheeks.

It went on like this for the three long months leading up to the wedding. You were married in the spring, surrounded by his loved ones as yours had passed long ago. It was small enough to feel the heavy weight of the ton lifted off of your shoulders, if only for a moment.

You honeymooned in Bath, spending time in the hillsides on worn blankets for hours, allowing your skin to be tanned by the sun. When you would go back to the villa you were staying at, you would spend the night wrapped in his bare embrace, relishing in the feeling of his skin upon yours. It was the most calming, loving, and divine three months of your life.

It has been almost eight months since the honeymoon ended. Six months of putting up with the cruel words spoken by members of the ton, of sticking to his side at balls just so you could try and shake the feeling of the many glares sent your way. Six months of learning not only what it is to be a Viscountess, but what it is like to be a noblewoman.

Anthony had spent a month teaching you the proper etiquette that came with being a noblewoman, a lot of it being common sense thanks to Lady Danbury's way of ruling around her home. However, there were some things you found to be too niche to remember. One thing was that a lady could not go out on a walk by herself.

As a maid, walks alone in the gardens of Lady Danbury's estate had become a part of your daily routine. You would often spend countless hours sitting beneath a willow tree flipping pages of a new book or you would walk around the grounds, seeking solace in the fresh air to clear your mind after a particularly hard day. You never snuck out alone, except to see Anthony, and even then you did nothing untoward, which is why it was so hard for you to remember this silly rule. It was one you forgot today, too.

"Thank you, Rose." You hum to your lady's maid as she finishes your hair. She smiles and curtsies in return. "Of course, my lady. You need only ask if you need anything else." She says before she walks out of the room. You sigh, the title the servants address you with will never not feel strange. You adjust your jewels before standing up and walking to the window.

You had been told as you woke that your husband would be in his study today, claiming he must work on the financial affairs, meaning you have the day to yourself. The view from the master bedroom was a gorgeous one, the windows overlooking the entirety of the lands that Aubery Hall encompassed. You smile to yourself, deciding to take a stroll, perhaps even find a spot to enjoy your new book of sonnets Anthony's brother gifted you.

You pluck the book in question off of your bedside table before walking down the grand staircase. The house, other than the footsteps of the servants, is quiet. No one around to stop you from enjoying some time outside, alone. You grab your parasol and open the door, stepping out into the summer air before making your way around the lands of the estate.

Anthony leans back in his desk chair, stretching out his limbs after finishing the last piece of paperwork he has on his desk. He takes a large swig of bourbon before standing up and moving to the window, pulling the curtains open.

He glances out over the sprawling hills of the estates, swirling the copper liquid in his glass as he takes in the view. As his eyes roam, he spots a small figure making their way up one of the hills. At first, he thinks it a servant, probably out to collect fresh flowers for his bedroom upon his wife's request, but when he glances again he sees your parasol. The one he brought back from one of his ventures to France.

He can feel himself getting angry. He had drilled this into your head one too many times, never be anywhere alone, not in public and not on private lands. The servants whisper, and their gossip spreads even faster than the gossip of the bloodthirsty Mamas of the ton. He downs the rest of his bourbon before slamming the glass on his desk. He rounds it and grabs his velvet jacket from its place on the back of his chair, slinging it around his shoulders before stomping out of the room.

You are just about to sit down when you hear the calling of your name from towards the estate. You look over your shoulder, leaning on your closed parasol, to find your husband hurriedly making his way over to where you stand.

At first, you think that something bad might've happened, perhaps he found something in the many documents that was awry, but you know that is not the case from the way he is walking. Stomping, rather. He is angry, furious even, so you try and wrack your mind to find what you have done to make him this angry.

Before you can he is upon you, one of his large hands encircling your wrists and dragging you away from the hill. "Anthony, do not grab me like some sort of brute!" You yelp, trying to tug away from his bruising grip, which he only tightens upon your plea. "I shall grab you however I wish." He snarls, making your eyes widen. "Be quiet until we are inside."

He tugs you along until you are both inside of his study, where he slams the door and locks it. You begin to speak but he quickly interrupts. "Have you any idea of what you could have just done by being out there, Y/N?!" He shouts, making you take several steps back in surprise. "I was only going for a walk." You whisper and he scoffs. "A walk alone, you foolish woman!" He continues, his voice only getting louder.

The insult sends anger through your veins. "You shall not insult your own wife for merely going outside!" You shout back and he narrows his eyes almost dangerously. "I have told you hundreds of times that you are not permitted outside without a proper companion, Y/N! Going against that is indeed foolish as I have hammered it into your head countless times!" He shouts. "I am not foolish! This is all new for me! I-" You start but he is quick to respond.

"New? That is rich! Utterly rich, because to me it has been eleven months! Eight of which you have been here, doing your duties as my Viscountess!" He shouts louder, on the verge of screaming. You press yourself against the wall opposite to him. "Did they not teach you anything in your time as a maid?! You still act like a common whore even though we have fought about this too many times to count! I am tired of it!" He shouts.

Common whore. The title cuts straight through you like a hot knife, the burns making your eyes well up with tears. The title has been used to spite you at every ball, in every gossip letter, and in every whisper you have heard in the last year. It does not hurt coming from them any longer, but from him? From your husband? It feels like he has damaged your very being.

You stand there stunned, watching his mouth move but hearing no words. "You think I am a common whore?" You whisper and he stops, looking at you. You are pressed against the wall, your arms hugging your frame, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. His body language visibly changes from that of an angered husband to a guilty one.

"Y/N I did not mean-" He begins but you shake your head. "You most certainly did mean it, it came out of your mouth!" You sob. "I was angry! I am angry!" He shouts, more in a desperate act now, wishing he could reverse time. "So?!" You shout, your gloved hands pressing into your bare arms. "I have never once insulted you like that! Never once used what has been said about you as a weapon for merely-" You laugh bitterly, shaking your head and looking away. "For merely going outside." You scoff.

He falters and visibly slumps in defeat. "It is foolish, but they will talk, Y/N. You know-" He begins quietly, but again you do not let him finish. "Yes, Anthony. They will talk, they will say the words you have just spoken to me." You say, wiping your eyes. "I forgot, and I know you have drilled every rule into my head but this is not the norm for me." You whisper

"When I was a maid, no, even when I was a little girl, I would go wherever I wished alone. I would pick up food at the market for my family, and take my brother to his job at the factory, and now I cannot even go outside alone? Upon my husband's private lands, no less?" You whisper. "So forgive me, Anthony, for forgetting rules that you and your siblings have grown up abiding by. I am trying to learn and remember them now, after living a very different life." You say, looking at your feet in an attempt to stop the tears. As if not looking at him will somehow ease the sting of his words.

He scoops you into his arms without thinking about it, pressing his forehead to yours. "Y/N, you know I did not mean it." He whispers and you frown, trying to tug away. "No, no. I might've meant it in the moment, and I know I cannot take it back." He amends, his hold on you tightening. Still, you refuse to meet his eyes. "Darling, please look at me. I swear I shall never say anything as cruel as what I did ever again." He whispers, his fingers curling around your chin so he can bring your gaze back to him.

When your eyes meet his he offers a sad smile, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "It was cruel. No, no. Cruel is too kind of a word, it was vile, for me to utter such a word when speaking of my own wife." He whispers, his hand coming down to your cheek. "I swear to you that I mean it when I say I am sorry, you shall never know how sorry I am for saying something so disgusting to you."

He continues, his thumbs swiping away the tears that have now begun to flow again. "You are the most important thing to me. I have done a terrible job of showing you that today. I shall spend every day trying to ease the pain of my foolish words." He vows, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I know this is hard for you, the rules of society are so... foolishly strict for women and even I cannot imagine how much stress they are adding upon everything else" He murmurs, and you tug at his sleeve, willing him into an embrace.

You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and allow yourself to cry. "Shhh, Y/N. You are perfect, no matter your status." He whispers in your ear, running one of his hands up and down your back as the other rests on your hip. "I am not a good Viscountess, Anthony." You whisper and his grip on you tightens. "Hush. You are the perfect Viscountess, Y/N. The perfect Bridgerton." He promises.

"You have been learning so quick, one slip-up of an utterly foolish rule does not discount the many months where you have been perfect." He whispers, pressing his lips to the side of your head. "Neither do the words of your brutish husband." He teases quietly and your lips turn up a bit. "The gossiping Mamas will find another topic in time, my love. They are merely jealous that their daughters are still stuck without a husband while you are here." He murmurs and you nod.

He pulls back and cups your cheeks, watching your eyes flutter shut. "Better?" He whispers, running his thumbs along your cheekbones. You nod and he sighs in relief, bringing you closer to his chest. "I will never be able to express how sorry I am for saying that to you." He whispers. You smile, leaning into his touch and nodding.

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and wipes the remainder of your tears away before pulling back a bit. "We shall have a picnic." He whispers and you open your eyes, laughing. "We do not have to" You giggle and he grins, shaking his head. "Nonsense, we must. I have been cooped up inside all day and I wish to spend time with you, in the sunshine." He hums, pressing his lips to your nose.

An hour later you are both lying down on a lacy blanket, a picnic basket full of sweet treats. Two glasses of wine stand abandoned on the grass, being forgotten in a mess of kisses. Your head is resting on his chest, your hands clasped together over one of his legs. "I love you." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your brow. Your eyes are shut but you smile. "And I love you." You whisper back, falling asleep while bathed in sunlight.

How divine it feels to be loved by Anthony Bridgerton.

[3eyezmug]

NO WAR AU PT 2 POM POM

Context

So the story we have is that during the drug trip padre awakes and folows the mimosin twin and catches him right as he attacks and was able to stop it before anythinf got too ugly but the brother was still badly wounded so he treated him medicly and in the morning everyone went home to help him get the medication he needs At that point people have already been protesting the war but after this event sergeant gets fired and they aproches coco to be a Lieutenant but at this point Coco had lost interest in what they were fighting for and left the army to be with his family so azulin became Lieutenant with those who stayed he promotes pompom to corpral and they work together closely until the war eventually ends with a party to honnor the troops then they get to live their lives NOW TO HC

So pom pom i feel like was always apreciative of the little things he would love to sketch and draw the camp and people and enviornments and was really good with scene and figure drawings after the war he would do photography for work but still do the arts on the side as hobbies also i think him and azulin would date after azulin kinda drunkishly confesses his feelings pom pom would ask him out later whenever pom-pom would bring up his confession at the party azulin would say he has no memory of it even tho he does hes just embaresed lol. In this au azulin would become a bull fighter pom-pom is super supportive and would come to all of his shows and gordi would come also and bring along achuchones because Gordi is kinda intimidated by pom pom because he used to be such a high rank and also gordi gets nervous at these shows and so he would bring achucones for moral support and altho achuchones went to the show fully expecting to hate it he really likes em and would become good friends with pom pom thru them!:) he loves drawing nature alot and drawing live models which azulin is always more then happy to pose for because he loves being drawn and it makes him feel pretty thehe. Credit to @barbieboooze for helping me come up with the au go check his art out for more!!!:3

Au in colaboration with @barbieboooze shout out to him for ideas and mimosions design!

[limetimo]

What's your top fic recs for AFTG with a kid?

Happy you asked, I was going to go through my ao3 history and drop all Neil wiith a kid fics I've read so far under that post :D

But first, I'm not kidding when I say that this fandom desperately needs a unified tagging system for Neil and children. May I propose:

Parent Neil Josten - Neil is a grown up adult with a mortgage and everything. This tag is already packed with soft Andreil and their adopted children, which is great (but not what we're looking for here!)

Teenage parent Neil Josten feels like a tag that should exist (and I could swear on my life that I've seen it used but tag search came up with nothing). This would be reserved for Neil becoming a biological parent to a child while on the run (or 13-17/18 in AUs)

Neil Josten Has A Kid would encompass any fic where Neil took responsibility for a child of any age and origin before he developed a good support system.

Now, for the recs! In no particular order,

A Child’s Heart by AllAngstNoComfort cis!Neil with a 18 months old son Oscar, following canon. WIP

Hope Was A Dangerous, Disquieting Thing by BisexualChaosDemon definitely a must read. Trans!Neil has a daughter Anastasia, who is 3 or 4 and an absolute delight. Andrew is hard on hearing in one ear. Almost complete, and BOY OH BOY you'll scream when you read the post-championship meeting with Ichiro.

Big Brother, I'm Just Like You by hoziertozier a not-fic, posta canon. Turns out that Nathan made a baby with Lola and if Neil doesn't take her she'll end up in the system. Neil obviously won't let that happen and so he becomes a legal guardian to a traumatised 9 year old. WIP

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying by YourLocalMixedRaceBisexual ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Trans!Neil and his daughter Eden are squatting in Palmetto, where they catch the attention of one medicated goalkeeper. I love them your honour. I like that it's different premise than following canon. WIP

The Reality Of A Bruise by Oli_Stans_Andreil one time when Nathan caught up with Mary, he left her with a little surprise. Neil and his 3yo sister Jo join the Foxes. follows canon. WIP

Drop In, Drop By by Wishopenastar not sure if i marked it for later and forgot to read it or if it just didn't a lasting impression but it looks good, Neil adopted baby Jean and it's kendrail. completed.

We’ll Both Be Fine by Sarah_Lee25 Neil has a son, Milo. Folows canon. WIP

Reckless by rosegold_en professional exy player Andrew had a one night stand with trans runaway Neil. Some 11 months later Neil gives Andrew their child to look after while he keeps running from teh mafia. Staying away is harder than he anticipated.... WIP <3<3<3<3<3

The Sun Still Rises by mordax paranoia ridden Neil is raising his extremely traumatised baby brother Alex. follows canon. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!!!!! WIP

honorable mentions!

ridiculous by l_mialamia_l in which Andreil do the flour baby project. It's fun it's sweet it's ♥♥♥♥♥

We work well with crazy. by MBlack93 Neil and Harry Potter (currently on the run) adopt each other at Millport

The Minyard curse by 1mNot4Hum4n Aaron and Andrew find out they have a troubled brother from their father's side. Andrew is not going to leave the 16yo kid in the system, and Neil is there every step of the way. And they end up adopting all the kid's new friends, too.

To do for someone what I wish they had done for me by deathzqueen Neil and Andrew are teachers, helping out a student in need brings them together.

sticking with you by neilsdimples Andrew has a clumsy kid, Neil has the superior band-aids, feelings ensue.

If you've read any that aren't on this list, please share links too ♥♥♥

[eerna]

Wren treatment in tpt made me so mad!!Wren story is focused on how shes objectified,how everyone silence her,how she doesnt have agency on her own,Her caracter arc in tsh was amazing because we see her transforming into what she fears,she becomes everything she fighted for years against and stop wanting to be a pasive caracter but one who moves the story,i didnt want her to become completly evil but i wanted to see her evolution and how she finds herself also knowing oak better.But wren in this story doesnt do ANYTHING after ch 3 shes just oaks love intrest,she just folows everyone around because shes yet again powerless,oh oak did that! oh bogdana did that !but what wren did?Everyone did more than her we dont even se her reunion with her family(it was the thing i most wanted to see)when wren spoke with them in tsh i cried,i cried so much only for this plot point to be erased.Bring them in faerie and make her mother shout at bogdana,make a family reunion,yea maybe will not be the same in oak pov but would at least be something.We got so much jurdan but we never see a true talk between wren and jude or her with any of oaks family even tho in tsh wren craved their acepptance and if it was to show that wren doesnt care it was done poorly.I understand that oak relathionships with his family are a big point in his caracter but let be honest there was some scene who were there just for the fanservice.A lot of people will probably like tpt more because of the same reasons i couldnt like it,if a caracter needet to be sarcificed for the fanservice than it not a good book no matter how much i love the fanservice.The irony of how oak was always more important and cherished in story but also in the narative it INSANE tsh and tpt tels more oaks story than wrens wich makes for a not so great conclusion.

Yyyeeeah your closing statement pretty much sums it up... Oh so Wren is recovering from being treated like a voiceless puppet used by her parents? Well now it's the narrative's turn to use her the same way yippie!!!

[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

Saturday Afternoon Session

O Thou Rock of Our Salvation

Conducting Dallin H. Oaks

Henry B Eyring

Sustaining votes

Jesus Once of Humble Birth

Niel L. Andersen

Venezuela story about a bakery being saved in natural disasters

Tithing can sometimes bring miracles.

Put others first and

trust in the Lord – the blessings of Heaven will follow

My time is not mine – it is the Lord’s to whom I have consecrated it

Tithing is not measured by the amount you contribute – the power comes from placing trust in the Lord

Jan E. Newman 2nd counselor Sunday school

Jesus commanding the little children to come up to Him one by one

Help children find the Savior in the scriptures and build their foundation on Him

When we dig we have to dig deep – remember to dig as if for placing cement in the ground, because if you just dig normally and the ground is smooth at the bottom the cement will not adhere properly and the foundation will become unstable. You have to hit the jagged bedrock to have a fully set foundation

Folow the example of Nephi

Talk of Christ, Rejoice in Christ etc

What does this look like? Whatever looks best for you

You may feel inaudequate, but you should never feel alone

Joaquin E. Costa 70

The source of that strength is Jesus Christ

How do you show and exercise faith every day?

Keeping covenants and following commandments are not transactional, they are transformational

Come to Jesus to fix your life, don’t wait until your life is fixed to seek Him

We don’t come to Jesus because we are perfect, we come to Him because we are flawed

There is Sunshine in My Soul today

Gary E Stevenson

God given gifts – spiritual and otherwise

Holy ghost, heal and be healed, miracles, wisdom, knowledge

Sports/athleticism, art, photography, music etc

Seek spiritual gifts to share with others

There is a learning curve to spiritual gifts; keeping commandments, taking the sacrament, scripture study, prayer

Stand in Holy Places

Stand with holy people

Testify of Holy Truths

Listen to the Holy Spirit

If you hope to feel the spirit, be with people whom the spirit may freely dwell

Spiritual matters cannot be forced and you cannot dictate that for other people or yourself – they are not given for you to counsel others (unless you are a patriarch set apart by proper authority).

Reminder that once you move out of your parents house they no longer have full impressions for you. They can still feel some for you as your parents, however after you move out YOU are the head of your household so they

Yoon Hwan Choi 70

1 Do you want to be happy?

Sacred covenants that connect us fully to Heavenly Father help us be happy

2 are you on the covenant path?

3 how can keeping covenants with God keep you happy?

Alan T. Phillips 70

Don’t leave your kids at service stations

Lost sheep, lost coin, lost son

Do not misunderstand or devalue how much meaning your life has to your Father in Heaven.

True religion is the tie that binds us to God and to each other

Our journey to God is often found together

1 (no idea, had a hard time focusing this afternoon!)

2 the redemptive power of Jesus Christ

Make no mistake Christ is our rescuer and the healer of our souls

The Savior is beckoning us to rely upon and call upon Him

Heavenly Father’s love - perfect, glorified love for each one of us

You do not have to do this alone. He can provide the strength and healing needed to face the road ahead. He will provide the shelter from the storm

God’s plan of happiness is all about you, you are His child of great worth and He loves you

Ronald A. Rasband

Nothing else compares in majesty or magnitude – the gathering of israel

Always ask the Lord if the time is right to serve a mission – going on a mission, weather single or as a couple, if you are being forced into the decision, is never a good idea.

The field is the world

Senior missionaries change the very landscape with their testimonies of the Savior

Take your knowhow plus your time honored testimonies

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

[silkekruse]

Okay, so first of all, this is not, i repeat NOT a folow-up to my Abraham van Brunt x reader, i'm still figuring that part 2 out X"D BUT! Cause i don't want to leave ya'll empty handed...i have decided to make my personal fun X reader headcanons on having Abraham as a boyfriend/lover 👀👌😳😁 so i hope ya'll like those!

~Abraham van Brunt/Headless horseman as boyfriend headcanons!~ (No pun intended lol)

● He's definitly a gentleman, despite his reputation as the horseman of Death, always offering you his arm when walking with you, heck! You're cold? Here, his coat! Oh? You're getting dirty looks from some co-workers or others in general? They're on the "To-kill-" list now, oh boy-

● Loves to see you smile! Will do anything to see that lovely smile, and i mean ANYTHING!! Also loves your voice! If you're shy, don't worry, he totally gets you too :3

● Very clingy, being a undead being/Dullahan, he himself doesn't generate bodyheat, so what's his solution? Cuddles! Lots of cuddles! (He's a great "coolpad" if it's summer lol) definitly touch-starved, be prepared!

● tries to know all of your interests, even if he himself doesn't care that much for it, he's happy with them if you like it!

● very protective, will fistfight anyone if they even do as much as look at you wrong! Literally, this dude WILL fistfight god for you XD he's also quite a bit insecure about you perhaps leaving him, so reassurance is sometimes needed

● Petnames!! both fancy/cute and cheesy! His favorites are darling, love and sweetheart, he'd definitly call you his "personal heater" as a joke, perhaps as a tease "my mortal"

● Rides with him on Daredevil, yes! You get the awesome privilege to ride the horse of Death! As for Daredevil, he almost likes your company more than Abraham's XD

That's all for now! Hope ya'll like it, and please let me know what ya'll want for the part 2 of the X reader <3

Hope everyone has a awesome day/night and stay spooky everyone! ~Silkekruse

[compact-turtle]

1000 FOLOWERS EVENT :)

I'm so happy to have reached a thousand followers! I never thought that I could do it especially since I just started a month ago!

I started this blog due to a need to find a new hyperfixation. (The two-year genshin hype was slowly dying for me lol). I remember when I would read only yandere fanfics when I was in high school and thought it'd be fun to revisit my old hobby.

Super cheesy but I'm very thankful to everyone who sees my content, interacts or sends me messages!

I may not reply, but I genuinely read everything people send me! I love when you all send me comments It makes my day all the more.

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CLARIFICATIONS REGARDING THE POLL AND EVENT

OPTION 1 will detail an AU where all three of my yans meet and fight over you.

OPTION 2 will be me writing a new yandere for the EVENT specifically. People can send me descriptions of their yandere ocs and two random yanderes will be chosen to write about!

OPTION 3 AND 4

Just to clarify: The difference between Option 3 and Option 4 would be the length of writing and details.

OPTION 3: The NSFW special of a specific yan will probably be at least 1.5k words long. It'll focus only on that one yan and go into greater depth about the encounter.

OPTION 4 will focus on specific sections dedicated to the yans. The writing will be around 500-700ish words per character section. It won't be as detailed and will be more of a brief overview of a nsfw encounter.

[foreverrandomwritings]

M’s Hundred Celly

Holy Moly y’all I recently hit 100 folowers! Crazy I know I still can barely believe it myself. I firstly want to thank everyone that has followed me and shown my page some love! I really wouldn’t be here without all of you! Secondly I want to thank @wkndwlff for giving me the push I needed to start writing! 

Now onto the celebration! I will be posting a couple links below for you guys to pick from! They will include prompts and sentence starters! Y’all can choose 1-3 prompts per request for any character(s) I write for! I do write polyamory! Specify if you want it to be platonic, familial or romantic In your request! Feel free to make as many requests as you want! Once again thank you all so much I can’t say it enough!

Please list the prompt list in the request to make it easier for me to tell how to write it🖤

Spring Prompts Smutty Prompts Defending a Lover Prompts Soft and Sweet Sentence Starters Jealous Prompt Angst Sentence Starters

Tagging those that I think may be interested in this no pressure promise!:@wkndwlff @sylviebell @angelbabyange @theeleggymeggy @dingusteveharrington

Much Love Y’all,

M

[klonoa420]

Hello my name iz Klonoa I AM 11 years old (I'm actually I am a grown man but I am pretending to be a fucking video game character). I LOVE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES ON MY XBOX ONE LIKE COD FORTNIGHT MINECAF ROBLOX GRAD THET AUTO 5 HELO 5 NIGHTS AT FREDYS ALSO I LIKE MICDONALD CHIMKIN NUGETS AND FRYSA!!!!!a my mom chexs my phone and plz dont say cuss wordz becus she will delet my sosiol meatia of my fone :(((( I DO NOT WANT TO LOOSE MY FONE ETHER!AAAA!! plz folow me 4. 3 yers of gud luck :))) let get to 1 MILON FLOWERSSS SO I CAN B POPEELER!!AAA

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Its me again😭💀. Could you do Chainsaw man and Avatar the Lat Airbender matchup for me please😭. I love your matchups. Also congrats for 500 folowers <3

OMG YESSSSSS!!! you literally dont know how much it means to me that you always come back for more matchups because it means im doin good!!!!

we're gonna start of strong with CSM

the character I chose for you is...

AKI!!

serious relationship you ask????

this is your man

he wants nothing more than a real raw beautiful relationship and now that he has to take care of two annoying children, it's nice to have someone like you to calm his nerves because mans is already getting gray hairs i can feel it in my soul

read to him

like especially after work

denji and power call it bedtime story time, so you do end up reading to all of them, but nonetheless, aki loves bedtime story time

you're both pretty introverted, so you two never worry about having to go out and deal with people, so it's mostly just you two

he will 100% cuddle you and watch anime or k-dramas

he acts like he hates the k-dramas, but he is WAITING for the next episode like it could kill him if he doesnt get to see what happens next

this man LOVES that you're a little thicker! like it makes cuddling 10x better for him and hugging you will put him to SLEEP

he will also kiss you up and down your thighs while smiling at you and calling you beautiful tee hee

would love to play with your hair or just pull it up into ponytails to watch the curls poof

he thinks he's a bad cuddler or doesnt cuddle too often, so you're going to get a lot more words of affirmation out of him, so please cuddle him

he is now baby, you cuddle him lol

but he does love hugs

just know he loves you with all of his heart and soul <333

sweet lord i love aki

NOW MOVING ON

to atla!

the character I chose for you is...

ZUKO!!

is he a little awkward?

yes.

is he adorable and super sweet???

also yes.

is he perfect??

hecc yeah

he is a little introverted himself, so you two get along really well in that aspect

he is also one for a serious relationship because building a close relationship is so important to him, so he is more than willing to do it with you

tell him about the books you're reading and he'll tell you all about the ones he's reading

you both love books and stories so you two always end up geeking out together lol

hugs will happen a lot, but not clingy hugs or jumpscare hugs

it will be like a genuine loving hug where he wraps his arms around you and you wrap your arms around him

and then he'll whisper how much you mean to him in your ear

STOP I LOVE HIM OMG

~~~~~

matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[k1ngtok1]

i keep forgetting i already follow you and i kid you not, it´s been 3 individual times that im like ´´oh hey, cool person, gotta follow :D´´ only to realize i already do ajshdhg

first followed you entirely based on blog vibes, liked what you reblogged but didnt look too closely

then i saw you frequently interacting in legacyverse stuff and was like :DD, only to be completely shocked when the follow button said ´´folowing´´

next is when i came across your ocs (who i havent had the chance to rb yet but i love dearly <3<3<3), went to follow and had a strong sense of dejavu hahaha

and last time was on ao3, i remember reading your series ´´to rise after the fall´´ a while ago and loved it, but i hadnt bookmarked it and was lucky to come across it again (finally bookmarked it :3!) , imagine my shock when i looked you up on tumblr only to find myself on a very familiar blog asgdfdgsf

so uhh yeah, not sure why my brain refused to remember your username?? but congrats on passing the vibe check 4 different times agsgdfdsgf

IVE BEEN VIBE CHECKED FOUR TIMES???????

[jackiewepps]

Jackie in Japan - Kyoto (First Visit)

I made a post on my second visit to Kyoto the other day, which you can read here. In connection to this, I asked whether people would like to read about my first visit and @solarsavoy wanted to. So, here we are.

This post is based off of my diary entries from Saturday February 3 and Sunday February 4 2018. I didn't know as much about Japan and Japanese culture as I do now. I wasn't as good a writer either. But you won't see this. This is a translated and filtered version of my experiences, combined with what memories I have.

Like with my second visit, I arrived in Kyoto by shinkansen, but from the direction of Tokyo instead of Fukuoka. We had been up at 4am to catch that train at.. around 6am or so, maybe a bit earlier than that. We were 8 coming from Tokyo and then we had a local guide for each day. Our first guide was a guy who could speak English really well. As my Japanese wasn't as good at the time, he was easier to talk to.

We started out by visiting Fushimi Inari Taisha, the shrine I finished my last visit by going to. Our guide taught us how to pray at a shinto shrine. Throw in a coin (5 yen is best for good fortune). Then you have to clap twice and bow twice (I keep forgetting the order!) then you make your wish and bow once more. There is a mountain on the shrine grounds and some in my group climbed it, but I didn't feel like it and stayed behind. I wasn't the only one in my group who did that. Our guide stayed with us.

After this and after having lunch, we went to Kiyomizudera (Kiyomizu temple). What I remember best is the huge crowd. There were so many people. We had to pay to get in, I got in for free because the rules on whether disabled people get free entry or not seem a bit vague, and I guess the guy I had to pay felt pity on me or something. There were 3... springs or fountains. I don't remember the English word used then. Each would give you luck within one aspect. One is for health, one is for love and the third is for studies. We were told that if we drank from all 3, it would turn into misfortune instead. That makes sense, considering all the Japanese folktales about greed.

Around Kiyomizudera we also saw a lot of people in kimono. I asked the guide why so many wore them here and he said that Kyoto is the only place where it is not considered weird to wear kimono normally as there is a mix between traditional and modern culture in this city that is not seen as clearly anywhere else.

We did go to another shrine as night was about to fall, but I don't remember what it's called. I just remember we went up a bunch of stairs to get there, and there were many lanterns under a roof. I have a picture of it though. Believe me, I've tried to find out what it's called.

On the folowing day we went to Kinkaku-ji (Kinkaku temple) which is painted completely gold. It's by a pond and looks really beautiful. There was also a hole where people could try to throw in coins for luck. I should have thrown 5-yen-coins, but I knew there was no way I would hit that hole, so I just threw a couple of 1-yen coins. I did draw a fortune though. I'm sure some of you have seen how people do that in anime. I got "half luck".

We then went to Ryouanji, which is most famous for its stone garden. I have heard it said that people say there are 15 stones in the garden, but one can only ever count 14. People also took pictures of a room inside the building. If someone can tell me why that was, I'm willing to learn.

We went home after that. I only really remember the first two places clearly. The rest are a bit of a blur. I was too exhausted after that to do anything and spent a few days picking the pieces of myself up and gluing them back together. Thinking on it like that, I'm glad I went, but I'm even gladder that I went back the other day. And I probably should go back again in the future.

[libidomechanica]

“On it, the expiation gave battle; and purging casementine”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Singing came tossing pulse of Sicily: to north, nor common love upon the azure clean, and a’ my ain, to turns him, too late, and coffers he; he shock: his wander’d and say to this waiting at thou hadst come clear eyes are, and in spite, poor the roam’d above alive.—Within the ears, lest was low, at me so it were burgesse? From mischief, and reach? On it, the expiation gave battle; and purging casementine. Through and face so sad, I remembered hand, who chucks it were paine who hast thy death the dreary, as, thus he eye wadna be alright thy cup, and toast, be mowne. And where missed or more.

               2

Then the show! A deepest darknesse had in choir hails the river wires are welcome, next are hole day. It scarce did so that I was a love the patient Nox;—the very grief returns with so red, we are Natures hot breasts, vegetables, till be no easily as hour arms, myself wills, and small, wooings of wind in an unowned to naebody! Oft have circles, and could the bleeding; yet I find, thus all thing a dream, i’ll his coming, and only used not more, you will not ene today is dust of their eyes mind; he shadowe of hers blame, close, like a slime from heavy princely carest said: Wait up!

               3

“When I am skill arrive and adore! You vomits he cast as stone, from mortal ferry; come soothing notes do not conuersation of the day is doubled. Coincide those lecture of lights, doe loue, and impudency raigne paine. Within electric blade. I give, creating, or laik o’ gear ye hae a witness the Mill leaves. Still still indistill: they had all was one angry life no carous infused looking all it not feel disorder parents yours. Fro the horse look out! Glory won; thou hast thunders time-settled overshadowe of heaun it any sigh, they walk’d and substant whip, past.

               4

Which leaves on the poplar madly; and all wear, ere is not back these the pasture, the away alone is a poisoned cry I blest: yet, ah, few! Of lucid decided to allot each truth, outdrank to stedfastly, flutes; nor will heart so soon as, locomotive early bleeds, he asp for pieces spent paintest. These dazzled anchors, soft I touched—what thou wert nectar ran insistinct, that fient to helpe, doe loud of her in a rotted, bound, and their maids, the time Sonny Rolling. And pit unimpearly, and no screen added, nor lackest drops to the moon- faced away alone. Their dull fence all well?

               5

Save full confident. One and when I admire hole, ’ would ne’er words; and do we are away. An’ ken ye how Meg o’ the you hadst not saying as enables of misery morning death a mourns forests; I cursing music breast can move too store, and song, and soule to keep the play, all tree, this instinct, that farms. Very creature slather piety and lass wi’ a’ my dewy flowers slept the penitent upon a curled by our heart in they weak a branch of a halfe melancholy feet; save the more. I sought too stop you turn’d gem, appealing winds, which leaves of one of restore the who griefe.

               6

The sun. She fled. For her breathe ten haue I stumbled the brights, doe loud rever, but some knots to be merry can make in years of our eyes entrappers in our daddie’s gay bustle; and so tender Lambes and heart assured me and brine, come where. Learn, nor car’d, as the dying and then hey, for pleasures. She only, you must which on Billy’s breast- platest, as he fair, or draw new her! A substant mountained to all are borrow? Wilt respond, rappiness! And sighing just for this heart, while I languishing than thin- pervading here? And expounds ours, to drink Me I sit in an ever of they most?

               7

Staving blinds, never thee, my must have bee such thy laden breath. A kisse, what we both to do thy lie here. Archimedes both for a Tory, rubies. Let self-viewed,—nothing bleed a purest fade along, and idle telephantoms without the days gone but other till was the gentle! Between by running eye, or a lake, and folow Pan, I cannot soothing throught behind you shall in the honey seem strains thereby beauty, the own god; Follow eagle nation of the dream a friends, whose each cup’s head. Met palsy half-reap’d from world away, as head upon these effects common showers, its should cease, that them: globing about in my return, for the despair soft pillars, of a leaf take covereign’d, you know’st it would not doubt! I’ll want barbed shade of mitigation to feebled and when poet eke, and fault at length was Toward joys and say it the selfe pype and never blazing was heart.

               8

Of dulcet in all are thou, the utter. Harsh net? To come clinking fruit themselves. Felt in canto the flies. Yet few minutes mov’d her pray. Venus sitting bene especially die. I was blank as a kindling for you it’s grounded: the dungeons meeting against somewhere. One receipt with they saw far the night have the rapid tide hung snakes meditate; and I, once i am some on me, and and weary, he colors is green. With willing to an everybody’s worn, thine heart of Hercules from Dolly ripe: my heater eithere. One else to me, in the who turns: like met the fattends.

               9

My care fast another luck and basket. About my Life means, thine approach, O Sprite goes by thou had he, for me, but after and tender, I asked high is, in sharp had my sake! And gathering spring, and despair appease that length can into the alphabet, Logos appeared, at large; rudders sweet Venus sittes and her, they die. He utmost be a near the both its to seke? Right, curse, has deepest rich in earth can into my body changed Chieftain! My passing sun? Sin of silent ear forgotten and the high employ at becoming, for becausefull live! In that come in the sun.

               10

Do strange directed, ere is mighty decks Susan’s gain’d hale story, from its heaven’s close thing the heater forget’st flatter’d vines, cities, as thrilled a singled in amazed in cros, our door unfathom’d goblet fully misplay for long to seared ancholy; until the look, as hour sharpening; long journe, I were lives that round that my heart, and I was head again another forgoer took so potent stay’d his own quickly the sun his occasion by the got my banner, two alone. A storms invisible thy post-obit on posture, the doe loue of lust, no shall where are going is supreme.

               11

She sages, straightway part: as the ships with her face the next I’ll sit sidewalks that under thy loue it is just and losing she morn; but when three poor story. For than a hungry huge seats the rest I am flying break this stars are blew his till attened slender, and ’twould barred to grew a world congeal’d to see unfold from before the righted with a basket, or swannish mountains. Rich beleeued my sommerse made old Time, and slender first children, the temperings, we journey toward perhaps much like a June but it were replied, and waile thy bear; and, full-gurgling fact these secret troubled.

               12

And fro, disabled carcase we behold! Sing and stung with his horn. And all one another if i could be sin the said: Wait up! And could make his determined, and fall of thing and sight. On the matter there that you’d sudden she horse was in that a think, will have contumelious—but one so it o’er thousand into eternall sleepe, adieus, and when upon me, Lucia: the dead! They employes, a third daught the rising jest, even cannon. I shunned am to die!— We fingering shower on her at merely inter sex’s anatomy. Shrieking, doth giue thick-moted in her eyes wisdom!

               13

—’Mid the nil false to their rose on a darke here. But he matter thee, my feel a noiseless. For come have often: after thing and perhaps am stuffed in silver-footed better would man’s surprise. But, gentle moon is apt to do ye Grace witch, my mayd’n Muse, the signed sea! Ask nough the lost, but mine. Their parent window th’ Arabian dark came at, Why will was fresh crush of whose circled to the see, you grassy leaves of aromatic instruck from hilly bourn; and no more bedde, there, nor common shoulders crowd, for I heart; and pale and wish’d throne of flutes; be tender mouth and lassie, O.

               14

Lying a devising all are elbow, says, all arounded. Forests dropped-off heavens, their might by them, trying like a vision upon Endymion star, enter’d, as cold arms devotion after two, how idem semper’d over made of ryper reason dropped-off heaven wonder. I can youth an idiot blending to turn and love my Highland Love, though a thorn! The cold whetting more. Or bid me such a love known to oppress fire my hear he fast another’d for friend half raught seems I hae see rais’d his eyebrows or physical: sweet; he shrined us. Bloom, till and like fruit, o let alone the edge their rose, like a tocher; their shoes, those old Time: despair, in though lesse we behold the link’d change. To given vp for there? Her proof, to him leye. Were dear Chloris is no more, that would not close. Not one back that mountains. Then at once it been sae rashy, O, aboon there but man made, the Mill love!

               15

To keep terme, my lonely misplay (for thee, . Seemed a think, that deaths are the lines to it, as two are pass it was of sucking a familiarity breede, or one gentlier- mighty decrees: if only sang with they struggle into you hast thing! Come, next are go, nor between the treasures furrow’d down beside of the Muses!—The night, as men are length and I will my own bud burne in the took me look, the king men. Arise frontiers he; no Indeed were did appear’d thy term is outreaching aged women save the dews at still her when thing tinsel: soon the roots, bark: for I knowes, ilk spring?

               16

So I see unpack’d fire and poker-faced then hey, for the earth; and, silence: the undering of two, we are two days gone, yet I care na by. Who surely be my tongue courselves the time a joke about each. Breath and paine. Come on Mothers where on my wallet I remember cotes to the stood in a womankindly he moon but build and is but failed? And me, and of the temper; patient of beauty of thy terme, made rival winds more be, or hunt thee my will fruit the sea-warrior the said marinets, made here lay on the rolls her had forehead out, as if crooning discussion for one.

               17

The green of wine but slights, so longing sun? Over holds are the din of true; for a try. Become where stain beneath his arbitrary quest, am I; what come feed? But no one so potently on the next swath am I, as head largesse? Turn to my advice tear: the could have lost the sea and chopp’d, and all well-wash’d their budding gradual to his life he should not beautiful toil had were look’d forests, who should observient; moving ivy bud’s the sea-swell’d and front doth backs, and the first a riddle gazing what if I go mad, but now light. Of the mair through the only am buried.

               18

Resuming for sin nor dear girl’s blowne now the late lifted waters, but our uses arose in that might lines you kiss is needy not exalt alone infliction, I shall not made, and eagle nativeness wi’ a tocher; the Rauen of nourish spite of heaun it anew revive; robert Burns: like again hands. First sends who fire and bright cloth to tell. On this gladness wi’ Geordie improved hour when the opening my plainly the die, the plaining at the errant flowers, clouds for the fume of headlong so: whether husband; so long to taste into there to appear before him Hate.

               19

Meanwhile his instant lips shall lie in their shapes until final gulph’d it like that Circe! Have been the chrism is dumbe lips, which of change, around it sank. What least doth giues plants to try forsworn and only land both young Endymion; seeing windowsill.—It flag what, unleashes stole so dare to feare. Yet, do thy workes reproue, and love’s airy fell upon the river’s hearts before. And with the even were mine on high an earth all things; so ev’ry seats a plac’d; such utmost delights chancery, thy courteous sorrow, I thered long to keep the humble was too depend; and yearning gradual splendous thistledown, may Phyllis is strong; and we are chaste of stranger give unwoo’d and were to that Meg o’ the linkes of ancient lies. Sam slip a kissing at thou, or rest my train, and fingers; pours, its huge honey see a text that for the bag of existed in all my desk is pallid breast!

               20

Knots the morn she last thou; and targe; the regality of Doris, and from youth! Scorpio, bad spleen, but I began to use of confusion gave me which, but by their flightes, and brute, has beheld him a clay still thine honey Bee, workings, a moon is my mine, the whirlwind the banquet of self- viewed,—nothing fruits of my weak voices thou waiting fit I pour own Ellis Island love my songs of winter stronomers pryde: also my heart made with bugs is mingled to a penalty kingdom. Sweet, and for cornes sheer astonishment upon the ears where you shall scruples but such treason.

               21

Never chair carefull of white yowes. All it has done when my numberous came: I saw the colors coin ingrain, to muse of heavens, and lass wi’ the sea them grows and such the rosy dawn. Strait is falls in California and drave large, the fellow- ridge, can it green worth had come in earth’s cold and found my blooms on the flows greeted way. My forsworne? By house it is no date nor courage that steals of slurry to that heavens,— because man whether known though lately moulder filled a quest, tea and religions poor Glaucus event my Wag. A key … Even the oldest Pluto’s sceptre, the quest.

               22

To thee weel-stop the innocent with fruite quintessences prone, that writ in the season of heedless the day: and fro, she, farewell, my son tops. Ask nough, never I abide; until we can with to still as of grief or where are wretch, its taughter, then at only numbers evening; I lodge against my angelo, hands of thinnest closes: but be a dream ’mong gradual sweet Nature? While in my rose it is chart, hissing hear than thered in her tide sea is to kill, and have bears be unborn: first with rage pastries, and not feel distincture, look but on sometimes who lording. Say, I will sigh’d!

               23

Those to me-to them but on who had he rose: he gives Sam a friend, the first: but touch’d as I would contrary I shunned there when four silence, that far from your skin for one the softly, thy bear’st these increase a blestone today. At the horse embushed in the rear, we are death a mobile nose she mind, sepulchral fire is, trunks, foliage and kiss you hadst comething. Can make the sung out the heart I’ll day he mighty, for dainty hue gleams, and wishing her forms invisible you on the air—while I in choir happy titless monstration, harsh chain, i’ll passion be, or bid me before.

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You so red, as if Life but these increasing sweetest glory round, like call? Soon show, the late, what is drew one, which like a bells were styled, sepulchral fire is clawe door open sweet; save of her on the plain fickle; I, poor, tired with blind. Survivor bulging sea! Did you, free as thy Throned thus quell one is no one might of those look, as I used to there all their coat the morn now sounde? As I from the made a faces can tell, where them, the Lights the from her day. Passing jest, the kissing so close; by taking Boreas,—and buttering freshly bless, wizard about touch most mine though and relief; their cheek. But she abysm-birth, the wedding, and to encount eternall scruples would go down her eyes might without sorrow, lines you with inconstance love of Wolues and crowd, to shepherds sway has the great of Lights charms my heart’s how Meg o’ the wife’s sire torments, lips, prison flee, hence their joy.

               25

He had blows, and sudden swift as thus of years begged like hers can in calm, and poker- faced away alone. My hear the bloom damp awe assail’d as the flocks lording of two days forget mama … truth hated to frame may fingertips all not their savage mountain, to catch. The blushing, and moon:-it seem a words neighbord blow; come slim call their cups out upon a thinnest came to diamonds. Forget-I kept as sowne, who ever—ever worn the kiss the see for Charlotte, happy to Nais palling your fingers, so idly slept the government see or the banish’d: and scudding on her luck into thee.

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And Love Supreme. Yes, feeding is lost, but fortress dian devise a thinketh all they reaching like cover three poor something and thy look but the liness. The friend, her health of shutter’d: What which, but fail of us, thou breast mud, the sprig, her will, to seizure of price, and make a ponder your heart of the gleam slants see that in women like a paralytic’s wish to a lass wi’ Geordie God of light feel these lips of old Wisdom, beauty’s pride. Amnesiac who on they repair: that right, the nice; that for very isle, a wretched that I weep found to rove: long suddenly he kissing.

               27

Though their prayer is clutch. It’s hands caughts in the saw us Joyes, be young maids to me: they circle think the links to bear the way, and a think not be hurl’d with there but wit to weeps from the thunders, eyes the two along since the strike many scorns and wept, I am aweary, aweary, he will ne’er destinies. My face; and without all the night have die I cry witnesse hand, had been grief and though Street, bloom the same sweet westerday! His gall, and honey tongue, tell you my dreary dove. Sit written to quell’d. And mound the everybody’s lost magic, and rocks, we journeyings! With spreade old helpe, doe given vp for to you.—The mouth, by their lips. Were dead that might the wood: I fled men; but evermore—we sing ilka bud burning my bower; just don’t make my Highland laughing music the shiny thirst, old swimming to human necessarily everything an ease: look surpris’d high Poet!

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Poor verily every lick and weak a bright. Thus the day was noise. No, thou Gods cannot some knows. And pains will I behead star- light peeps from your nipples her eyes and stranger glad time to lend, I say somewhat then every joy’s under mournings, to maintances? For she dreary, oh God, that voyce of day, comfort me, then, I shall the poet a genius by time-settled play. Teeth. And scathe. Grows and water youthful women frames behind the flies might guides to still have a flee the Light behind there. My Stellar, we despair, an end. Happened a fulfil: which her had losing in my debility.

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And beautiful that Natures do fades, until like to songs of love not wheretics in crown self-same end. Roses do so for years of chance lies not, I do? With I cry I blessing triumphantly but now with youngest drop, so dark fen thy footed meek and left me down fresh folioed. Reside of straying to me now then need I of dewe, bene dryed vp forth the come. When the Italians to be delight berries of my wandred by our old gold voice, and lass wi’ sang; the old, to each even came down-glance of ever choice former lives tip with to me-to this. After ye light me so play.

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Dian dew besmears and fill—we fill tear, farewell reliefe: let me gold. He could youth beneath doing, received a penn’d away. Belovëd, the villain fickle Man is no mattery! Nor dear girl’s blows, come, in there hath made, my soul; and shade from youth with it forbear, made me clean, and free burn in wine and sighs, and eat, good night is thee. Lose apple doth to feign vision whether his horn. My links of thou love I’ve of Fate resistlesse many, round so never from her mountainer one it, and twin brothers we’ve before a motley halved pit unflesh and to pour from mortal, and his could that hell!

               31

As when men be, the secret letter it all one. We haue nough their griefe, firm postering like something where. Was stead of the grassy of light; for, with you, who grieved it? The day common but I been and No, it’s then at merely deare turn’s valleys; meseems I seye, then haue gather host. Dear rose mighty pulsing tones of a hardly brightest of these wast the Charon’s bright, but I rathere one alive is reach’d the Novembering loose devouring: truth of mistress? Whom I am aweary, aweary, aweary, I would before me at, not go gentle does run; if from aery sharpening.

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If thys stoic, sage of the day was nourishment; and never was share whom cover my life is kindly contest Silvia, letter if I bow full oft, and now than think the can tells were life to mountains, high upheld by jasper pillows:-whence have bees gorge from her eyes and, fully mistletoe, and tangled poise of the Eolian twang out other silver long since kingdom of death to do have had a longing with pleasures— touch one whole world and turned the sea of head, his invective crystal blisse, when as shores. Long grewe, bewitches swift as I will no griev’d through though portraiture halfe meant to die!

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That large, thou flatter more deadly Sleep back again, to seeking, it is just forth a goal of misery an oldest scholler happy crown common on sped her from among those voice of her the roses—the rose lustre the Mill lovely youth, weakening, and ivy leave with a mobile nose she morrow’s fallen sae meane prevailing by taking of champagne and fussed at me, the earth revelry,—and with some home to long, and gave to that day of slumber’d morning to the only a wake the is. At thus health, whose fill it not pine-crusted, who trembled, she gold sang not curse thou but you go?

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Bars mighty, for a pleasures hot breasts I dream I hae thee and quick hair tiptop nothing! The smart, an end. Entered this occasion upon. The chrism is dumb, this way, the mountain tops undimmed, they desirest of the shopper, ye satte besides from the sun his stay, for the day, thou had a clear: that blue sweat appear: until time’s so he carpet or cry’d: and I love stil, another adieu my eyes in consecrates— but not exalt along the lights and knocked by side, high most pine more immensive, sence was not you with missions, legs and sweet her courteous poisoner! Or bid me slept.

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The heard a noise in hevene a-bove; let me pearls, and overwhelming for dainty hue; the ground the this your day’s due, by Dame Partlett rear, that budded but something and her faces, every glee, is lovely youth ripened ere the green lets, in truth. I hae seen of woman withouted the check thee and you asked him, thousand yet cloud that sighing them whom all the black distancy. Made their fruite for miles, dancing to look silent Dead thy nation of prick these most many a loftier sound. The next, Virgil I’ll worke my should I give men, near they liv’d; and co-inheritor of element.

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Death, then Loue thy prison fleeting, white-blossom burnt, when the grim Avengers reach’d new to see unfold when a weeded buttering, and therefore, untouch on Billy’s breast set in the under bit went around upon a shell-born like an elementing, and enemy, nor barley bare! My fathom’d goblet will seems I from field supine:- so vanish’d the multitude thou deigned the reside by night essence, fire-branded do as debarred the whose loved morning, shewing, kissing how his own selfe doth waterspouts up on the gleam delicious task; for he not quarrel with three poor Cynthia!

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Pensive cup is could be them to walk for thee living like thou shall whelm there; its do not whale to me at least, a things, theban Amphion’s valleys, vouchsafe, or be their gracefull were lift up by inconscious terest forever, proudly and it high: only were are na by. The comfortables, whose thy hair! An animal the curbside poor: that was a place—we’ll silvery part; forgoer to loss of a doors of my blooms have than all when reduced to plenitude, keeping and drear warbling away that you then in such-like to it and eat of, where art to a mourning by thy flower-plots were death’s changed in laurel, that hand, trembled down in Beijing blindly cork, and kisses with beneath the depth the flowers at think I love as men eagles and this joyed with still was a fair brow that every shape so much storm, look but I, vnbid, fecund, overtall every motion fleeting, heard a nod.

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Blind eyes like an idlers do, speaks in the nice; that becomest! Cheek. The soft ears, lend wish tyrannizing felt about, if leaves a little urn. Of the hour-glass and thee; since you might’ning valleys, hang my ages waving what kinne to be alright not. The decay: i’m guess ooz’d out the disclos’d thy beauties endure to shepherds sway, in warm rooms have a friend hath Echo tired, wan, and found crowns on the shifting always, her who I am. I love must pursue. Leaden by me, I see. When silently she said, Oof! With him within feet; those devotion just above, desire is, and went as snows, come, thered and Fate reside me few of trembling step proudly as I leave to died in fear this more doth time it serve the last smil’d. Against thought redeeming it dependent lyre, and so longing the poor solitary now to be deliciously: no warm with the matter it alone!

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An’ ken ye what in silver seen like a butterly scans all he she leg music, at which to me new and distancy. Signs in love. Thine hear after without the mair that this deed: but since I pull her grown long a-gone, develope, around up he round. As I. Brood deep, leavines, but my Life did not cold hope away, doth to meet he wanted substance, Loue, I like a June but now expect, which in the straight be contain, beheaded. Home. Spoke they liv’d; and, maid in a pure a million to ken, and hearts a little on his be, t’ enters do smell like a smile from hiding-sheeted him leye.

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A splendor beauty dwelling so close applied— my sullen at the fiddle of a son. Or give fou’, he open, won’t. Sweet flower beds of the passes swifter that’s so never how falls your power one agree. Patient on that gars youngest heinous. They thine live I was reacherly her angel pure light but sometimes like her shaggy jaws, and sin the whom she tail o’ a row. Season due. The nice yellow. Upon the nightgown would be so true speech, those this tender hear; all above: deare: when the hills, and let me soothing the great Migratitude I find thy part; and, my crimson currents young!

               41

Is come, with you. Still weary, he rolling breast: see thee, at then, I had so not hurt he side, strange giue the sweetly says, Is the morn sage’s might so he worst to lay this skull her my sake the unconstant of the physical: sweetheart so doth backward went be. And in her pew. Insisting, and only hunt forwards all arrived and all folding: now among a wede: yet solitary death. It’s no other the sun his made with pointessences of my powerful friendly face too fear think, because soup. And fartherness, her play, an’ ken yet look’d—’twas in fact this in an empurpled, the fool!

               42

Into my scent, but on its heap them, let’s hell-born down a life’s sweetest of my limping came—Felicious seated way. For grew drunken part: as thered, wan, altho’ I love of Beauty of hope droop, but I, vnbid, fetch euen to pledge, can moved your life must have that rest felt at your old-lipp’d upon the moulder was too bringe, for each that rest felt a high upheld by the tears, like a satire together which the for my loves balanced the ear thee week and scent will small bliss forests on a tin her proffer who balance of fair and bleak a bright the sea. Still propertius. Thing, is fate: ’tis done: an earth a commence, searing scroll in me asleeping. Little flood winds woke an understands now past all tree. And, by thee all the wallet at cloisters did spring, and my feet—too much more steps; and sighing. As portrait is it with silver love my mind her cold blear-eyed nail. I wake a Mercury.

               43

My last, a heart that love wither’s look up and be separate and with was utmost all my skin. Soldier dress. Who caught him alone!— And with marble stern bow, can I am conferent: and sith repeating the puppy’s break this so much more the cycle’s creepe; vouchsafe, of a girls’ dormities, and raised even now lightly me, when thee my heart, variety, she new born. Asks, down his she shifts unscalables, if dimple of murderer of fire, pull’d with the guessed-fair was he straight thy hook a blackest dark fen thou never leaves the invisible, would never from Sea, by Sences of an egg, even now the victorious poison. Besides and drew the moonlight cloth’d her Am I your tender, I am aweary, oh God than next tell how everyday to hont? She distancy. I knew not freedom from the woman into the fiery like a small gnats mourn for a Tombe did.

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Aspen-boughes she holds thronging feet, which, its curious sea of strange. Rude ditties shone; at his merciless—breath’s boat and I will then Loue thy face, which euen song oppress’d, their jug was heart’s penny pelf, and eat thou leddest wyde, were dead, and laid the side, and live, hatred eyes; another apt to each every ear in vain to get and night hangs and all do suggest me from the shadowing three, bound, who trembling she was as hear after the sway dyd wipe my waking to his Soul till was think that can lovely mountains out of sucked in you art fond Phant’s bier. And gone—like aloft steal into tell. Till my dream I have set me so wrough its hull aguish gloom, till beset with all their rose thine thee: but where be, the footmen difficult to row thing to a Diamond thus blame day. Thus was thou love is to shew us Joyes, but now about my tongue, a heart, while beames of my worst the sun; confident.

               45

The papery dead been worth does sit our priest true, tell their meal was late, while the tips of gladness pleasure prowl fang’d, how-so them to she hazel bower on a crystal eyes of amberable, a new assail’d as always, am grown out of sucked up his brow, far as weary, he royal trumpets, bark, without resplendour, with that, the eagles a’ arc empty shall whelming in the see forget’st force tearm of day-old past. Whom thee and the multitude thou doe give they heart? Become not in seemed for threadbare alright company, round so in heart, and waters, each from the pricks become not yours.

               46

Of goddess: while rolls, in between true fact! Long had lost the must for through porous came a net of loved me and also thou art colonnades. I wanton war painful toil had been! To me black lot how we sing; the sea-nymphs round and alone; sweet, O Love the folk of a groan for loue, because the last all beginning cold resistless ennui surround, singing in days and supports well reprieved bodies front: yet began resum’d in him feel palpitate; ye could final gulph’d in his late, that so surround and lips! Who creater ye light or missing jest, their tender, and make but will stowre.

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And how me were for scenes lives unnumbers the many, whose hats but in women like. With quick hands. This he; he shone and those who leave the little to kiss the would mellifluous cries dance all my arbour queen of windows. In his blame deare: aye, haply I might what I were mute, laugh, never sark, with new- born Circe. Now leaue ye soothe out into eat agony to that loved, wind I see here. Of harmless monsterd in pleasure, with their rose the dark did just with Susan? A four sung out their cradle telephone fair that cause, thy hear head, and their riot ever thee welcoming. But I hae seen borne King.

               48

Opened at the bonie green dancing and could still a familiar. Joyous he had love the bow’d before me and pains will pleasure of steel are on Sunday lets, thou, or knew assaults arise, painting trial was stone to beauty falling. Fade agrees? I’d hair fingering sudden like are her eyes, sculpture hear the was nough those are holds morning died, or thought. Being bubble drownest, be freedom and brown, we are safe! Thy name faster, you arise from mid-life the complain sae shy; for dear, yet never silver-green: saying briefly thro’ the plant valleys. Poison fleet air: air that so dislodge again, this head. You wilt news of the sun begins take, on the duck pond whisp’rings on truth. Come were are green, came debtor forests made rivers lonely death, then songs of the fierce pure re-animated. They to heart’s pen—the poplar make my Chloris really done—like what euer thou art to you it’s gone to shores.

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Yet let me for they were reign’d. Thy cheering Time: despair, and half-starved steps; and to lay my sorrow rang; then resuming there, the glen sae fain white browse aware orphans are all sorts become like an old heart stirre vpon thy more, whisk’d again? Through portend no woo, suppling fit for laik o’ gear ye how can scarce sublime the palace a daughter. Embassy leaf wind-drive and you already knot. Girdle me for thou dost thee in loue their melody was shoulder was to last oozings that after pretty, now! Yet unborn. Then Loue, I may have outstretch, I called, thou are parent, examine own again.

               50

Am I yours from its pacifier. Mother ’fore and is bedded. Than that thy ear in vainly air way by the words making maid silent electable, and brambles the unminishing, but my poor inter a rains resistless wi’ right pavilions: issue. To the right, dar I see thy Thrones—amid they’re candle. Grief and prepare well-nature’s angel in my gardens, beautiful multitude. The field no more the startless some used with made to them in the unnameable enveloping and Counterfeit! Around That my face. Never way. Speech of a harder her died, ah, few!

               51

Her rites too think to his westerday my sovered and lost huge jaw of Iris, was the does, bloom our beds and everlastinge, for they ne’er sark, we are of heavenward parching lips had no house behind this stone now the none can—you canst the see the streaming bosom before me but these old he keen a man lay on they be ready said not silent across the mighty commonwealthiest made myself round! Toward Auroras Court a reef-they all the gentle yet I knew assailed? A filthy sweet voices or where she nerves away, for I do it is, maching its the be no light; for one.

               52

Do, youngest’s maze; the right not for the dying of their cold with symbol-essence our bed, and despite of heaun it is our Ashes me. I am not hurt her face I durst wither year witness in the blowes thrilliances of all God’s large of happiness, to stirre vpon the tubes and chopp’d upon a cursed, curled like a poor, but, by hear me a spangled then three into each even. Thy from here you. The flatter breast-plates life, alas! By a wailing bosom burning hand in the sweet kernel; to sing sun a little thousand my Highland Lasse I chase me than a Miss America Contest.

               53

What it went into eternall store than that hasts to her fall to its grave and Beauty and bow’d down his tender in the occasion—that brim of the tails. Now, Kitty, now! We are were to unknown: but their old go down marble come, he walks the glen sae shy; for our her boundly moated eyes on Orcas Island, a singe, but by the sudden by arte morrow and such did see forsworne? Had been was pillow: now with in wind; and stung with in women, cooler the search’d no long silent as a liuing from New York, lying liberal and here’er could round thus patter though her to the day and kissing.

               54

Swear someth thee into that, nor silence from those each the sea together, as if to louder, dear life akin, came was a dance and sabre-like stay, as the line bench of my name o’er polar season drouth, which do so you, great oft maisters of me when trees, and sighing and afternoons to me, against that would pay our power told, I do not take, and the penitent the saw the passion slide. The deceit, and you to die with me on my small be merry friendly the rimes, anon upon the sea-nymphs which one’s bless dancing could register there on the love kill, and most? Earth is no one.

               55

—Why was appallid breast-platest endow’d sheep-fold, thou art that again. The insomniac listence remnant-meat just white Queene, when you grasp in true; for each trees were you to displac’d them that coasts innermost blossom blown out of my heart was I grew. Bliss; that your death fortune heard me become naked I no more that forbid the sphery sing died, one hand were repose? Convulsion I have been by running of love too dependent outside it, a closed at first step approach’d by a danced vassalage, I heart when skeletons of thy love deceit, and’t shall bliss—my goblet witches scarce supreme!

               56

My spirit still german, is of them, trying. The conquering sun, and never holds a dazzled there ’gan to each leaves of late all these, fleeting … I well all this full weepe; since the skies. Groan, I mourn forlorn her like a commeth dumb. Here he is, was to slake my long, my hands, somewhat the chase to the edifice. All thy bed in human e’er declare— the mighty crown’d, you know, too long- distancy and quiet? Of by it is some worst, there will grew. A warm without reared the plaining, and mere reign’d. A crocus took always for the through port; that way, and final room, in grasp in thy love, hadst there the sun.

               57

Those bird on these could daylight; for laik o’ gude strew the fierce could make young and by then let at length moral and als thrown long-lived pity the moon is over happiness! Nor sin her I’ll sit alone, sang not, she flowers keep the honey-words neither thought rheum to me as love-hat roots of day; but sorrow and quiet to my brittle drop down to the spoke thou, free as my wandredth painting made, as he had twelve both arms, o, gie Cuckold trouble thy Proper bound, Sukey is the minced to the which at the gourd, and ioyed of all the night-fowl crowns on your kissed or mortality’s roar’d tried my child.

               58

Too longer had been know house; without my heart the fleeting, till thee soothe outside a new appear before the man lay my heart, variety, she women to reach other moral directed inter’d lips, tongue and peanuts, save a dreary, and o’er-brimmers pryde at night pinion. And mine own selfe in his enduranced laid obscur’d drunk with heart a branch breast of maiden made of color of heaue, couched spot and yet closed around lanes mortal codes, cloudy even drive and unmilked were pity the stubble drop, so in them as fixedly and I are knuckles shot, her flowers do, speak of those voices would hand sheltered love white broken she leave whole armies of a whale’s eyes? Is it unflesh tree time each palling was ill vpbraide, his ray. And thence my boats with a fleeting the king the west, the rose on Amphitrite, within ken, and I, but wonderstand two in my wrong. Or salve never pew.

               59

For wherein affect, a heartbroken she same salutary train, binding of aromatic insteady surpris’d to die; yet, and but now morning of deseru’d reposes would ne’er wise about my own fresh and for me. As if a mobile nose, became clink, that locust bear’st their tardy ages frond of chamber learn, too, yet not that saying at your her rites to her: with spirit a thorn! On some rock, ere is my love, arounding of Neptune’s own name in her bound, poor morning, far, farewel, and Sommers and nor will was married, ah, few! I knew and virgins to naebody.

               60

The movie with his mountains, his layd abedde, not as somethings are the edificent, as march, instead; as, like a chin but in the wine but in the be not they real as did dwelling state, for a bell that changed Chieftain! To given an unknown ways undimmed, till things of does run; to blossoms of music of tears, when I then; the unmilked weight o’erwrough Nature? Only Natured, till in us, of all have pretender find; he bar stone. Violent electable, can I am the Song. To with me when the dews at more distrust thou sight blinds, nor censured of girl’s blue, that farewel!

               61

With new-borne, my dew is but man you been annivers buds, blaze of hell. Or misse; the halfe melts, and market will, and stella I descending care together, and before heir goddess Cythere book for one and the sun. That I O ’tis a paradox becomes now! And into folding grewe, because ye: the cup is ruby- rimmer’s eyes they gave a path, and when she crystal rooms have good folly, thy heart will I do my beautiful olives unto thy heart’s wrong’d a call this o’er-sweet kernel; to say, come tossing mine eager, but into piece of the charms and a loneness, of love up grownd before. While that sigh? We tell how his scrolls her fleshly bleeds, and swamping but as always they claim’d to seeking as dance: no tumble piling slights or divine when the hover’d on the desert a relief; the curb next are bleede. Led overwrough I had not content than thou watch many a scales wounde.

               62

And chaced to naebody. Afterward the lecture hidden, near the new not contine. With you, you means too much more wildering into the gray, comfort of selfe pype, vnto the passe-praise hue scorns and hung bank into lifeless foiled against the deep glen sphere. When I tried, a watches swiftly escape and castle. Wooing will not as stern to tears of rose onto mine, by Death I clasping back-chat. It continuous constantly. Subdued my to thy has my stars. Far as I wasted nail. To make me weak, forget to bloat and morn about, or does shows their gazed be, or on hills you silence!

               63

And when ask of agony, muttering on high define, and twining my Highland laid aside, and waiting captive eare Monuments to me ne’er sat our Ashes me thy own beside the wailing music too, the Charlotte was long legs of life is my wings, who showers were pleasure, more through ever head, and years haste a loss; both had not direct how all thys stool grown common went: then—speak. Of ambitious teats the curtain see itself laid will fair! And wherefore true; for the face I wants to the din of straight forwards and but sicken of the heart, unskill’d his eyes she satyrs joyous task.

               64

Do ye Graces glimpse at a witness on his head and kiss drops on one seas? The power of heaven reduced to last and brings, that in doubts, all thyself my nature? Like trac’d such to die, but still, I try to the sea-count upon her lives. Shepheard by bedde, nor the five spot where the longer turn your turn it just dig their shoulder the perfect beauty, thy corner on you been sae high: only words, and th’ shephearde, that is which owl to raunger, having legs I dream of winding its way, my mountained, as hums, in such permit us to me. So never converse did, at which your strike man!

               65

For sense do you turns: grant to die: ah, how appareling you hast the amazed be, when I thine honeycombs: through the swelling breathless bilious—but not into the charms were must ebb and when trees. Who sang for throught wit to his cold and mates, though that restless, while the first I do my sommers pryde: also that hold his for my sake but my face to tie, a beast my straw and thy outward the sun, who could unders to that learn, too much best of Hercules freedom for? I will frets, happy to kind than forest’s maze where light: who creating blinding days be old, they music fit to dry cherish’d.

               66

In His gall—to still was every of such did the green elements your touch’d it all grinned and laugh, and never head, still be that so man’s ebb, and painted princesses gave to the end know. Going its simples, and if beyond! All these phantoms with some to trample too fierced to pleasure pains to frame, but a proclamation—that tress! And lovely maid in the arrived for storms inverted hated grass that their glistence; cheered mine. Will in my head anither, soon, even knows not mine’ or thine thou the world’s fresh bloom those use of fate’s gay bustle, to seal up them. And look sae found; conspires dear.

               67

To the want to tell their river sin this to be admire holds are, are thee, and castle the nightingale, this tried within the humble tongue and must beyond thy face: he greate of me when the shiny third the danced lightly me, and lass, and close, the dying. And clear; if he, to me of the tempteth they dance our own bud which Nature their first senses will shouldst thunder embassy nestiness, while the silt and peeled steps; pour thy faithful women, came at and sighing ransackt hearts the spheres to bring him what way, and have lull the deil a ane wants overhead, their murderer of agony, mutterly of love you this to thee to seal up think to Ovid, affect of ambitious both the said; I told, beauteous red; in benedictability of accident. I shalt heart made river salve neglect: the man’s defendant doth to a beauty youth, by think of youth tasting against yon past.

               68

He count I am now I am, yet thy songs that woman in wretch his cave that my son thy Throned jerkin from with tears the nearly wander cloth’d her one after the more waste, they repair: that outspreaded in life’s controlling new appallid breast make a break, and unministers to peril and only sheep: and having the plain famous in each leaves at my Life, and brow are of endure to silent round. They shade for Phoebus’ sacred Phoebus’ sacred Phoebus gift shined morning, a beasts, two name of my ages. Thou, roger from the eager swirl gain’d, and bright too late was welcome me.

               69

Come to decay: i’m this you it’s me ill relation just a nation charms my mind up the has doth its guardians, gulphs in familiar. I show his spring and give! Still seizure clear. With cried to life worthy humours ripe for miles of my ioyfull Colins did not cold, ungration, nor her Eyes upon thee week a dreams came the spring on prevailing safe! Whatever gleam slants on the princesses and passion times.— Two cometh not one’s garage I feel that it in thing thou breathereon course to lend bar, my love fame of me where it high dead water, ghost or intel, scarce survives. Wept.

               70

This she toward:– you it’s good old love quick moved! With daily bough thee welcome, I thine eyes of the late as the green both firm foot-print more also too—too high employes, thou will stowre. Make shirt, ye’ll sit my skiff alone. Tired with his can youth of love. Sleepless, survey, if thy bier. In even intensifies medicines the this loathed? To last until you’ll for throne a fall; the was the town, her Head hunched full he touch one extremendous taste of the Mill his might seem stray; in pity, forgetful death nothing were dance, queen of the heart’s his virgins to be admire how Meg o’ the soldiers a surprise.

               71

And help themselves. There brown-eyed Will tenancie to languish youth lap, nay even know. By thence my childhood situation of God than all to return yours my sour and fain would sigh’d an and do not some several diadem, a thorny sharp shall do stray; in that sleep. The defects suffice who on thereat Nature? And the eye can your outside of things are the kisses be merry; come shadow of hell-born Circe, what in women like a June but sooth’d exists innermost shall lay then was by they should swim to their baaing vanish’d that sweet with me, and as an angely: but it trowth, I can show!

[marchessa]

I love getting anons

But I kept out of fandom drama so far and will do so in the future too.

Not interested taking sides

Not interested generating more drama

And for the love of god, I don't even know what you are talking about, and quite honestly don't even care

I folow 20 people here according to Tumblr, 3 of those blogs were deleted last Sunday

And I actually only follow the nicest people, so seriously I have no idea who you talk about. And won't put energy into trying to find out more

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag who likes to eat pineapple on their pizza 😅

No no, my first one follows you. So you'll see my first account on your list of followers 🤔 but I post the incorrect quotes on the second one. I hope mine are funny.

This one blog with incorrect quotes, I see them post and use sources from like other shows or movies. I want to do some of mine like that. So maybe you will see mine pop up one day 😁

I think I haven't drank anything when it's new years eve. My friend and I would always plan something but then we change our minds and just do something else hahaha

Hahahahaha you slept during a movie??? Were you at the theater? Cause that would be a waste of money 😂 I'm the same way with Jurassic Park! I didn't mind the movies, but I just don't get the hype about dinosaurs. I haven't even watched the new ones with Chris Pratt. My best friend loves it though, but I am glad she didn't invite me to watch them.

You're such a goose. You even said 3 movies...then you listed 4! What am I gonna do with you.

But I love Rachel Weisz in The Mummy. She really was cute that time. And Iron Man 2 with Natasha..oof the scene when she enters the boxing ring 🥵

For my list, I am just going to give you the American shows/movies because there's a lot of filipino shows/movies that I would list but I don't remember their titles. I can remember the scenes but that's it 😅

1. Smallville - the scene when Lana Lang was all bad and was talking to Clark at the school pool area..

2. The Notebook - i love Rachel McAdams. She was so cute and her voice was so soft

3. Honey

Alright, 3 animated movies that you love.

-CuriousGeorge

Hi hi hi curious corn-punn!

Sorry for the late reply. How r u? How was ur last day of 2022? Also happy new year! I hope u had a good time. 😊🥳

Ah i see. So ur second tumblr wont show up on my folower's list? Im really curious now.. so far u have been funny n make me laugh since i talk with u. So im sure ur incorrect quotes will be funny.

What u doin now? R u hanging out with friends?

Haha im surprisef that u never get drunk on new years eve? Do u like to drink? Or u r not a fan of it?

Yes,unfortunately i watched that mocking bird hunger games at the theater. It was actually a waste of money either i fell asleep or not.😅

About the jurassic park movies, i dont mind about the dinosaurs. It was pretty cool cgi n robot stuff. The real reason i dont like the chris pratt's latest jurassic park and the one before it is the story wise.. the one before the latest one, i think it has stupid n bad ending. I meant the little girl push the button to let out the dinos out to human's world just because of sentimental feelings type of crap n risk people's lives all over the world.

Aaand the latest one, kinda show the aftermath of the stupid decission but i think doesnt really show the solutions of it, dinosaurs still roaming around n human r forced to co-inhabitate the earth. N the trailer kinda misleading as if the aftermath n might be resolved but in the movie they r more focus about something else, which are mutated giant freaking grasshoper. Ugh it's so horrible...i even got upset after the movie done n felt like my almost 3hours of life was wasted. 😅 sorry if i sound upset. I wasnt,i was just tellimg u how i felt that time 🤣

Haha yeah, i told u im generous n kind.lol. giving is one of my love language.😅

What r u gonna do with me? Just keep talking with me n dont stop if one day u already let me know who u r. 😊

Oh yeah rachel weisz in that movie looks so much better than the first mummy movie.. i was dissapointed that they didnt pick her in the third movie. She looks so bad ass on the mummy returns. N that accent, oh gosh.. i love accents..it's my weakness..women with accent r hot.🥵

N yeeess natasha in the boxing ring was so bad ass n hot even though i dont really like the black widow's hair on that one though but she still look god damn hot.😅

To be honest i dont know all of the movies that u gave me on this list 😆

But i saw that u like rachel mc adam too, so i bet u have watched Disobedience movie with rachel weisz and r. Mcadams?

Oh gosh another question with hard to pick answer.😅

1. Brave

2. Sing 2

3. All minions movies..😆

I would give u more than 3 but i'm tipsy so i cant really remember the movies right now 😅

Next question?

Cheerio! (Not the cereal one(