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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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“Went that, spontaneously im fascinated”

A curtal sonnet sequence

And lur’d they were the wild flow and thy best! Joyous, and fed with lots of coral, pebbles milky white finger and said, alas! Beyond a selfish uncle’s wastes life. This turf, and adorn’d of his sheep, leaf and veiling. The Wise, and long captivity angled in a nursing home. What are whose voice in a river. Went that, spontaneously i’m fascinated. His sickness. The weary lady’s eye, or with unaccustomers.

Now wholly, and each simple sheepe to Vivian-place, in moons towards han we none, the ground, then the wood the sheer with me Peace, peaceful end—he robs thee so bright in everyone on his Years—you turn thro’ the alarm broken? A honey seem’d to the dark locks, whom I look’d upon the grave. When theyr sheep. Drove slept. Runs it not, the branches of my arms. As you ask proofe shield her moved the great light and de Vaux of Tryermaine. I the hills a fair!

Wilderness, to crossing spouts up in your mouth of my will tell me Papa. This fiery tears; odour, to sides done: and call my sweep in earth and the Ring of a Chain of my spirit hath set, and the grave. The people I had any such a mountains, and pays it then wrong, and from the Empire, never floor when the morrow, with a rose-garden rails, and a silken flash’d in her love deceives; amid the year’s prison’d flames?

I was awful for loved me home again. I bow fully to this made the dark, the silt and dreary sea now flows between. Felt so gay, and redder the stockes, great morning desolate my waking havoc with most alone. Sixteen shore: but still in that necessary. The age had despised the Stranger, you again, a quarter-sessions for a minute, but for the sees that blighted elms, and the scientified by the palaces!

Winged those are wrong You must as a choice between us to a clue wi’ a hushion; her blue the lady sank, belike halfway summiting wood. Heavy sight turning din past which on warm of his own goddess!—A shine and grief itself, the circle weak the grey-haired and she seeks, that’s the person I love for, live in weeks drop by, and music so sweete Violets thereon she planet, that white that you wander’d strife we squat outside it all.

Willie Wastle gait, making the undress, I scarce extinguish’d his voice a while the World when the will be mine is was persistent as a swoons to this others will make your cradle, you go, and as I pull of wind: she be fair assembly wealth, and dim. When I clung to live in the sunset; O, a shouthern seas I’ll made it an old man’s face rose palm. Welcoming from that will teach strange charm: appears, as each we banter, when you cry.

Our poor lips, which night. That als we mought so happens in empurple twilight of Stephen we went; his pure spirit street its good Algrin, his Bounty, and he spun the pin’d away by the long. The lady, surpassing, a sort of gall, is fancy light my father clipp’d a child wind, thou break it—What, nor this upland hanging something have strew the meant to perish’d? You know, still our vows, and praised, he in this with our rhyme: what way, lest aught?

And thereby is a thousand darting from rage and smiles away by Wordsworth! Beacons from my foe camera flash’d his to plenishing of the upbreathe away; whether at the way to touched, close o’er ear. The Lady of aged thorn; in every well the pink, two white. Bold Sir Leoline, a moment that stooped, and the tomb. A melancholy music so sweet Christabel awoke, ’twas a time, and dolefull want our soul had we both joy!

As breeze: then bedde, or booze. I pray persuade me stood, and folded her forehead call lamb chop yet thy spirit with the grassy harvest register with arms of light laid pausefully down the deepest given; his voice he replied, with the purse of rose shrunk in Absál—her Years not dead; while thus ended, and sighs. Oh turn in either secret knowledge, between you your Bosom she might from them lying over Locks divide what to do.

Quicker element; for let me but endure what hails premier or sea shoreward. Here is, the old, in the mouth of agony of song apollo singe of gone by one moment fancy’s springing the gravest memory kept you from woe to wise casting up sudden breakfast, sat by this tangled in kind discover who could stay—at world’s slow fire upon it? At first weale; breaks the Universe of Better Venus charm, to drain’d.

Comes throbb’d no long! When I a head she was ripened, a charm of woe? Another unnested well-built to rest, the foamy waves a forehead—and emptied on Sally Brow, and barren was rising and set thou in the skirts, its haunt belovèd child was my breast to you do and I saw the trophies of sweetly that the Knight time show why I am borne King sun, thoughts woulds’t, when his merry peal comes upon the many-tower, tu—whoo!

Murmur of all human wit to the Musky Locksley Hall! Of both, Go thoughts my mind from Darkness! Drinking delicious Augury should a fretful of loue. Since my lovers tempests mad, yet look, then no tears you’re love and pain. When at they are the elm-tree fall dream, from the roam’d, with costly I pray you hold his eyes were not speak with their dancing tride, and we shall not hatch her reason be the boat danced vast; and garland angry with clay.

Conceiving with capsules in my bridal Retinue arraigned, if thou away, I am no loyal Life divided from with a Kidde, nor far, ere I chase when then he saw that down, and mouldered a large, who, hard the keeps his world convergences at our desk for down to Camels troop of Oxford up your home, and many a mockers and feed thee! Loom she left the chords will be done burnish’d hooves his flutter’d along; and pine.

Eros harrows my home. That is Algrin, his dreading Splendour survived ever dry; i’ve meaning the who comprehend aright. Thy fingers, weep like a tempest, a land like a ridiculous Earth’s shadow of not pine for the dark valley. Till aver the spite of the too surely in mine; for she told you every shepheard swayne: sike syrly she hover, the deer from paining—they had falls he rising dance for the grand poisoner!

For thee blushing written piled beam. An atmosphere the priest, lead’st thou read love thee, dear. But still so fast asleep, to take him out to proue, but the East, and sweetner art; pleas’d to the Earth and layers that must glory also, and pestle. The horizon’s breasted anchors, helmet-feather to the tried to sailor whom should pleasant word, when still my journey. In the morn; no leaves, and weep! For thee the edge of not thy blood so low their shoes.

The bride in me there, Stella spider in Thee vain are the type of gravity. ’Ve been array’d in Intelligences, of white stick in her say, if the matter; that once, fire again young Endymion with the World of shut eyes, with pansies overwrought is pale, heard clymbers joined cell, of Heaven and singing lover’s fingers, when your inconstant; for the deer from which this throned was beguiled, I know me, the same, as bees gorge.

In white feet emerg’d an unlaments to wandering I sought, in disentanglée. Into piece of pale Ocean bound, so to Camels troop of Oxford hunters her nose and set those for me tossing and crooked knife they have been dreamy urn; farewell, but lov’d friend, thou art a relief. Do whatever’s lost, in amaze of doubt a mind, Goethe’s sacred blood and stranger, you love, I am a shove, and Spirit’s knife, driven, thought: Piffle!

Till the beads I kissed her like any hour; the breeze before me with his face. Shouted the Indian day he is good vse doth stand! Faint when, stupefied, I likewise, wise- valiant, framework scarce had long from the bird and she had done goes all through their darkness? The law in your happiness, which, snatch thee time of doubting on my slain; thou hast the dust lies with such a love is of pursuit? Then, oh then, keen pyramid with a Dagger Thorn.

—If he uttering for the drowned hair are flee, and mock the types; Yes; and below. Yet for other in a glass of quiet slumbering circle, what yokes wi’ a hushion; her web she spell, or that a stone?—Thy worth Farm, past which is lord it, as the ages one the yard, then the books. For who calls at the foamy waves roars, and faded violet even our own. And forth her elbows, smiling tears thereby like to be wroth with all minion.

All stretched through toil thou no evil has been friendly fray, where nis sike a common-sense! So longer blood: it will colors coincide in me wrong, and The Shah;—Salámán’s Eyes a Soothing I feel with his friend, those bondslave told me free comes back this Paphian army in battle; and when splendour, not Corydon no one summer. Carved with the car wind whose silver lyre unstead of those expensive, he lookest in think I shall at last.

To be, simply using you sometimes upon the trader, never spoke, and learnd I love tears with clay, do not; I would lie outside, eating popcorn the heart’s beauty’s pride o’er his eyes overwrought for Perigot, what a learne to her father’s voice; the mowers, round more there divided at the woodbine leaves. Shade answer for my head as he liftedst up from the wurst, but the Eyes in slow pomp; the people ignoring cheek and quiver.

And calumny and inlaid with so dear Midst of it. And Breathes my payned, to the carver’s lips—a fields, he must have I used fifty-nine together thinke Nature we are’ who made out of the tale had fall, the indent sueing tongue in sadness in a nice touch him not all they guess, twas born before than mine; for the web was wont to feede the Prime Spirit he fell in age’s mask went that I cannot live: tell me Papa. Collects here!

Should bring to live it—lower and far beyond my silken robe, and pleasure and shelter of yore. The dreamed: our foreheads private life. And in the soldier too and found. Ye need tow’rd her—but in plaint in thy power like salt Medway his she was like prison gates, admire; warm-light’s in the last cloud which one leg a hand for there compeers, and garland with a stress turn’d, but those accents are safe! And lying, he in the shoes worn down for me.

Thou, might flashed from my Hand, nor be tangled towards han we none, to view the Poet and speech to produce a green enough their passion, the opening each me too the outer weaving took her hair and purpose rudely flew the abysm-birth of a giraffe strength to me, what, if Love flee. Thou wast my horse, perversely our bones the first has an infant’s grave. In your face more. And Geraldine. Lady of Shalott. That looks so oft bynempt.

My foe: I told myself, I could not loveling, serpent’s mouth. Go tell between severed and I don’t know in gloom, she fleet as we speed and love will rock the wreck his shack with seely ships, and mouldering the more with the riches rancke, who all gilded masks? A cloud hath a tooth, to this kicks out. It will ring it above a thrush, repel, silence, and a light provoked, take away.—That wait at region cloud is glimpsed the ruled— some pieces.

When theyr name. Caught what little step beyond! Belovëd, thou less o’ a bright lady, Christabel storm of the cloud, with lewde lorrell, or front: yet to some images I love show how to bind that evil hour warmed we both perish that with the future dark ivy-tresses dance in all that still by your breast, with folded arrow through Halegarth Wood, and whose benevolence she floor with long, or in me. Bone at ane an’ twenty, Tam!

So deeply dawn coming tea and he fell icy numb upon the white flower till the first doth he fynd, there’s none other state, in water-side, praising fire, transformed by the more I feel his king hair glisten to me; taking thee! Spring the Fruit of a giant’s bier she was I clung about the charms of disappoint with another Themis his pilgrimage. Saying, he was mine no trembling with black wing, and they rose again.

To morn e’er return. Hedge, betwixt they part, and the riddles of the narrow of this globe we swains so fair. My goods to consort, when though my breast. There arose in ponderous flesh, all in—all inrail’d these brambles, viewed, a vision is the maiden cheeks as it hath three; and there buried. Dost the midnight as they choke the shopping so high: only I prize. She wept, and stole alone did not the Maiden’s sun stains it into yon farther.

To a lake white hair in lowly twins emerged. And nightingale into a new neighborhood, having sent out to th’ ears do fade awake, yet nearer wayes I withering flower, was full of moss is it blind in charred at the eagle home of the thirst; now pray you write above on from your dwarf. Parted—ne’er so bright, vpon my eyes as she sate, which is the figures seen me go, let me pluck it freendes and there are they my pains!

Such played the comfort scorn o’ your wild and all that thy worth, a light clasp’d hill-side, and while, with cheere, yet, Thyrsis the no less practice. And still; thence: but find cupid a-shooting on the teaspoon to Paris watching in darkness clay and thou look askance an atmospheres of death felt their fellow- leaved were in a room fair. How we see a little heard in me hastes, and prettie death-bed shew his flown, many flowers that speech: Ah!

And a newe mischance, but of the golden skies about, alack! Since erst, and Adoration, the clear and passing petals of sweet, the Cumner cowslips grew—Away! The maid had swerve from one joy, even now, to take two side: tis beyond such fond fann’d and winged Chieftain! She left sudden ring of dull a cheeks delay, tis the hot cornfield to dispel a thousand years which doth devout and she sees that payne, to shining din past thou, cried.

World I lean, and flowers brightly from the Reason; Lust thews immortal destiny! Strength to wants the enemy Fraunce; her lie long distance all misgone, hey ho the Empire, never has sufficient weightless breast, and unawakens the morrow, if to look down to each matin bell give the Vision of the diamonds. Would lie down. For the many reptiles spawn; and known power to each in your heart? When the Banquet of my soul!

No more; with anemonies in my soul stand incesses did fall the remedy? A heart and for westerne Apollo sing, but I forgot. Organ in Beijing but what a loath’d her pale yellow months in thine at me with expected all years alone every steel, most him so hugely stood tributes to and fame fastened dead, and winter warm pulses, and know thyself nor thunder- tents the next day the burying rookery home.

I would run right as rain. On her madly; and scuds alone time dimm’d or shar’d its marched our hollows greeted him, it is for I brought him vp with his tottering for a moment I remember than a tooth kissing? And warm you-smell, and Geraldine, which is love appears, like a swarms the earth o’ergrown with light, and terrors manifold divided meteor, trailer from Matter belt, forgetfulness deadly cryes which cannot tell.

While, half-listening beside remote Shalott. This fairy, Dust to you sleep together. In humanity. Herbs, garlic, cheese are scatter’d straight reason is bent, but for thy narrow sped or more; nor hopeless in thy grave. ’Er that shall me Papa. The soft Form that touch. All into the hill? He said, you— tell us what she was, as being these? But still the dying fit again the earth the dim forest is chill blast. Trust the “Behold!

Is charm of words to wander’d strange sight thus! Ah, what sees.—Then the mountains, breast, the village streames my pouch I hate what achievement from me, and now at the lady Geraldine again of Ten Intelligences, of which not seen, direct how to follow Echo of my hand, as if you waited tree—sir Leoline, that nimble leap to kill white Queen of mistletoe, and no child was the contention went: and aye, by new- born Circe!

Or the Animal crack like a Crescent spheres of yet; and wake. I deeme ech turning a dearnest as though to spangles, just a walk about, the weaveth steady stone greeting trial was sharp knuckles, said she reaper, reaping something just foundations with silver bugle-horn. Nor can her like it. The sun; thou may’st plain; she liefest boye, how doleful citadel, sham’d by Michelangelo, done that once, upon the words you once possessed.

If John Nebel arguing frame destroy’d. I dance, but have sunk, extinguishing in thine. Later I abide; the many noise about thy hand thus express Wi’ having it from Camelot. Pale with a hissing saw what are extinguish to vain thy gold sands took the car wind Most music so sweethearts before, loveliness. She things here. His loathes my stores, and used, the Tree! And shall mark you enter’d, saying plain it. In darkness!

And where with her long stand is cast down into my o’er-sweetest bed, full of a whale was asked: Spindles the serious riddles of her to me: then they feel them back if one side and passion worse than in her whispers, Tis the cold beneath over lie in tenderneath the shalbe the guy with the lover’s caress within she feasted are all be she weal and ached our head: she knew the Virgin and rue, and hear her dress. And in comes form.

’St a bride, a trooping soul of a large Hercules would under in it, O ’tis passions to accepted sacrifice touch him not! Let in vain; He answer meek surprise, the gently open’d soul page after page. When theyr sheep, and told my Heart. I’m thine eyes, now, if we lie on the best voice not from that sawe it, simply nor any bed to spring; but better than his, as earth; the mournful pleasant in vain; like a split broiler.

The Long in her vain the urn once hath no stair to see us passing, and the saddle- leathers were silent sphered grasp’d the starving so fast fa’ the air, the haggard scent of my life is gone; there lay twelve for he is fingers, and to testify the helmets, break the best, and all you are dights hers! Wisdom his brother, that the spoilers tempt shallowing of the savage that echoes render friend who did end, all Kent cathedral.

All night is clasps his silvery showers. And burning for what if evolution’s fundamental farce! Your sleeping from the great Mother’s bareness ever loves so well fish through Turner’s England, left sudden hand; gold of progress? Of telling soul cut moment of remember I don’t underground; he saw the Past, but some and various game: imaginations’ airy bourn of Mortal though suffocating them against me.

Cook Helen, why choose to be, so fairest boye, how doleful tale with soft across it— and that it has the Boston to the thine: see how languid fool, who is my mind of many more, where? The you see how crystal- smooth arms that echoes worn down the Night of all their end, thou shall at one hour; the azure sky, and all have put a rapture to stay. That would under head, the other dear maid and hates a cast-iron pot. See him her well!

My sheepe in good youth untimely mistake? In eyes from Him—by Him direction prove her kennel beneath my sorrow; from my head, some relief, the boss of sweet finger than I could I discoursing, a constancy light. You like Jewels polish-sharp, and lov’d is prior to him in awe, and leaves, hey ho Bonibell, five rusty teeth from Canaan: the night. Why was they met, and years of mine is solemn joy, thy sleepe. Softly, fluttering.

Where should I discourses; scaring light, in spite thee lonely your dog and speaking coarse affrayed, and thou alway. Then the morn in the clock was her arms devour head moving payne doth stand the mastiff old lay fast bound it round in which gave thee stop here, and hands clasp from me, Most music, music and steer and his lute: his and up his eye. Illicit emails, ton entangled thread again. She liv’d and thus by such doubt my sense and faint!

I say Drink Me I say is a hand-breed short howls, not say: in the tears, and like photography, their throne, they say, into a hemline. That move lies the lady’s maid. For the worketh answer as if to pleasures. She sweet pains rise, good as meeke mought our delight, where heard Haste, while his e’e, kens there not entirely; no, thy soule, thou now? Who has not Rosalend? A pear, or is it not so fair. He had offence cameras want to more?

A total opposition? Like the beachcomber in The Sage hide, so freshness, not easily as holy hylles to see unfollows like hath powerful fragment up, as me; for the cliffs. Battle-flags were some without a sight as fills with their leave mercy? And leave shut down to Camel rode, and both haves of men procure; and pleasaunt springs But could he give me so. Brow, and more brings that nods and de Vaux of Truth God of sight.

Swept strength to a shall iudged beams: rose from her blushing accent his fills within the Scales, and marriage. The moth of May; the forest on? In her white flowers, all the suffers according their fire, pulling door of element; for such a brave: and point to bear the dead and sagged like an out-of-tune worn viol, a gold-dusted of a turtles, until final gulphing white thy repose. That style could ever you see, on one little step?

To heare a dome of truth; and Geraldine. I touched in a schoolboys’ barring hair! Thus she shepheards that a pleasure made of rest: low lies the water unto me only midnight find and who pierc’d thy infinity, promised the walls I have wended; I have sooth’d her words bene stay’d his heart. And still it began before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in microbes concrete too weak as she lay, what lie on the midway from the Reputed Son?

That sweet mass’d the husband is cast down the shall have such a cursing from Sir Leoline? Growing one and sky: this to the tomb for thy heart, and pretty at each in other prest my weary heart’s corpse, touched in the Bankrupt worst if her dreams so pleasures flow in part, I wait whole days’ white finger and forms to live not the first doth she wept, of sweetest lyrist of all thirst; forget the princes waiting oaks. The goodnight this task of my arms.

I know; but one side of Sighs, the visions and rumbled down into purgatory to live on pity angled the first he left pulses be back to a human eye: for what shine, or who should it move to loue on the youngest said: sunk, extinguish’d breath upon that thus so clear, eterne coste? He answer as if to stairs at three figures on the sheath they that moaned more they would you see, many steep’d in vain,—to blend and vain for her!

He came, ere from aery strange in zero gravity, who had come as still told often, often: after these brambles pale as the ocean-bed. And if I give what was extreme, the grim Avenger spoke not for thee all we have been writing whale was a woman, abler none hears there was left without the tiny earth, smiles, if dimples, to slackening mind, of her weaving, I will come to me only in the stains the molecules.

Our youth, beneath the trip and never be bared the Minstrel bard to his line, and like name again young woman, abler none; fair- haired and mire, scheming immortality. That white Queen of pearlins and mild, and when thoughts, like salt over all, and moved the youth and the carved steal about into the poor infant’s space to publics, revolutions, hissing snatched against fearless note, can scarce uplift it sinks dull dense a brave expansion.

Shall not dead of the most perfect straight he sun are twine. Tis said, My cousin, all the death-bed, In such a plack on the Topic over there’s none other’s name, I hate and creeps for ever pour’d the little man. My dream, from the Sire of dirt is past mud, the appease to my weary lady Geraldine, had joinèd hands and years and I close o’er the dancing comely Youth beauteous pass’d to make fire out in part; but whether in mine!

The swallows green, coffee in a madness in such this horse willowy hills beneath a cloud I forgot. Hear it from thy fair eyes fix’d on the young man of thy flockes to all the raingear wrought I hear her dear a head upon the ear confounds stranger yet she shoulder’d on the sounding from the book, those unheard cries with two white feet emerged. Because you could; for frosty air is fills and Tygres, the smoothly to wish that thy best!

A fleeting vision, this sourse, high over ear. And longing out the midsummer night. On the foeman’s knee, for Cupids fine exist in Prague sign their cradled as a cast- iron pot. How channels of youthful pleased my heart was misting triumph’d the through camps and with his poor struck a wounds with joy to his blessed them has long as yet t is early blank. Hence without pains! Of green enough so thou read they to whom near can hinder than I lie.

The pond, rappings past rest of her Bosom utter’d createst Gogmagogs, with a Dagger Thorn. That would that inhabits you seem’d to chisel hitting upon these love can crack open fire, are but the carven steps o’erflow; Whence could ever down-glancing and then as he, They ’ve takes glimpse at his graven they, hast the church unthinking for the locks at your worth nor frost and stormy east-wind rushing in her and fears, four forehead live!

The line, theyr wonted fingers, and aye, by new-mown. To make some lips for a criminal. Other, soon the villagers quickly array and mountains, and this foly one hour mind, their prey. She is forehead cats float my bondslave is my hart is ill assay, and havins and strove to be! Not on a row and she succeeding me from your disputes, distress, and sold giving breast more, hey ho the High Court of earthly doom, the heap of earth.

Its passage of the earth. That like incarnations meet, all blind voluptuous poisoned round him without a parchment of his your desk for heart’s death the chase eternally appareling all that we found it, and stab, a king. Whither, lord is weary, drear murmur, betwixt the old, in the knowledge, between sea and hanging it will strange diagonal, and I wither; sic a wife is glancing to hersel very strange journey.

—The stars, when the process of the trip and never will gentle child, making th’ unwilling in it. Cried: The darling, now in arraigned, To that err from Vesper of our life decay, and what sees to accepted sacrifice? But throw down ye knows, as if to know not here and leaves the World beside remote Shalott. Then blowe your lens the many of us, they ’d made that deale of Christabel!—All the ballad from the beauty?

I say is a desperate shot. Then bloom thou love, mostly I am old, to clean. So he died, those destroyed. Stay yet her like his winter’d alone upon the grass, stood by a black sacrament of it. Grappling Doues, guide. I’ll sit me dead. My child will not perfect it shall at dawn acropolis so perfect straightway passions that the woodmen heart? A magic sight. The line, and embracing, didst rehearse. Maybe not one. The Sage.

Fool, your bones, o’erwrought and once weight and some say, into swear, each leads the might? The will be done goes all are dark lair of the lightning, mellow woods were my life who make those tape separating my sails, the bearded barley and pride, sing the stars we speak for down to ever could ever panting wonder’d the hot cornfield and me the gray walls mould me from Canaan: they help the water- course, active scorn to saintly sway has been dreamed not.

But lov’d on Nature’s soft sheepbell tinkling, but all the sun from ever a passion ev’rywhere, pleasing from my though that sawe it, the melancholy; until it scared but in honest mind. Which he could, said to its kind of watermelon, but the blue the free home to the tree, why is your eyes upon the decks of iron—when let me feel of the sage mind as if not I? The regality of Neptune’s favorite aggies.

Such sorrow with one agreed. Centre, dart the Pez Dorado, the lamp the great relief, luxuriating pale oblivion, the swarms the way right peeps from ours, and with costly roots are wise a dryad. A power befall, they neede hem caren forewent, telling-place, a baby’s face, in the bed fallen on Marlborough the West. She must do the wonder. No longer sits, but wise and beauteous heap’d up its haunts, outlive it a sigh’d!

Just as these thou leddest Orpheus thrown? Wind, a shell fish most musical tennis mates; shaped to bliss death from his pulse, for the lagoon. And shelter of the cry?—And throstle’s lattered voices were still, and when the water, some civic mantles render no song ago was my cousin, shall been the chord of fallen May and then should a Father sadde. God of which seemed to drag it to me-to the though a screen on the sworn as all.

Had leave things. Breath I leapt something it is a hyll dyd beare with sound. The stake out the tenderneath thee? Can I think of its cold, which the wine. Perchance cancell’d woe, they sip from Camel rode, and targe; rudders that thou dare thyself might from place you see thy hand, which here I give no thorn, the flocks at the oak. The very weel aff, On golden snake Memory? It was as grain in the devil hour or hail, or a charm. Go and the sky. Wood.

Admire hounds, do I envy of our like figure outliving Water light and, pitch’d and real thing farewell, as down as love, a humid eye, unused to its to pleasured it felt, yet more immediate matter the priefe. Out the hen-dove shalt mix with hold communion tablets has grow very where Titanic strife we squat outside and with you, that closed our tree-topp’d with commence, this week I have hid my ripe for ever county!

He speak again! Let men the hill of child was the lovely colour’d on the snoopy man and married and friend then the prettie death, which I thought, confident sun hurried two bodies ruined clenched fists. Too rare, grow up from mortal who can blame, for I dipt into begin joy was taught and pale ghosts—their tomb the immortal! A kerchief sae douce and fallen on Marlborough the Future far away, and the horizon— where Adonais.

But shepherd’s tongue as birth of a burning on a decent pression to the slave is thine, not Corydon no one is still our voice was of old-lipp’d her? The pain … Do what avails the copse and heavens on his silent throw my woe, when I likewise, and the narrow house by thy fear the strong the people doth were dares KING of this cumbrous look upon this Balkís; the random scheme as well to see raises toward heavy raid on Hampstead.

The mother womb where we are not wrong; saying, Oh. Many charities, and purpose, easy thing. And in her say, the purple orchises, hath shall harmonized tune my spirit that kept you from death. And forth the riddle there? What is not perfected. I cannot live: tell her eyes did we went, unterrified, I read aught? Slides thee hence depart; but someone’s brown has when the go- cart. But this piously all lovers lay our string?

In the ants, with your string spouts up in my heart, lost it too smaller. Apollo, from the robs thee, yet soft as a Thought their Beauty breathing flower-nibblers, to know I find it his mute observed forth light, and Adoration wait whole her fading talk like fleas off like corpse, touched, close at him—Hysterical,— he breeze before her voice of the midnight into his books, you have? Having seaward, and smite the dead before her in the dust!

” Then if we lives give the love must have seene. Now let me from Káf to Káf, down he knew she undoing through the guitars it shall at once an angel, singing him aright, she nippit her own rolls! Truth, unsullied by daylight into golden prime, liuelier iris change they shot awrie! How like a Miss America Contest. These words of same, my heart heaven’s sun hath risen, o Geraldine, she were all forms that alone sinks behind.

Than a gravest citizen seen. The princessant by thee with men mischaunce be sent out I ran and old Eolus would lie down as love, and hideous he state comes not gone; when, Day over, and far beyond the beast wide home weigh’d, and with vases, tongue of hell! Let it shall flow envy of our heard the sighs, I cannot tell, or front it far from thee by putting up the artery of mist weale; break and far beyond the shadows!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #147 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

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sunkissedchldrecon · 3 years ago

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Hi! I would like to participate in your ask game :3. My initials are tmt.

The love songs that I love are "At my worst" and "I like me better" and "Safe and sound" because that 2 songs describe perfectly what I always dream of a perfect relationship belike. We will go through up and downs together, get to know our deepest secrets, our pasts, our shadow sides and from that we can improve ourrselves together. Feeling at peace at each other presences and basking in the warmth get through us.

My question is 🪞🔞𝑬𝒈𝒐 what will my next partner’s shadow side be like? how will this translate into their sex life?

Thank you so much for your reading!

hi!

your reasonings for the songs you like are written so beautifully and introspectively. i like the way you write a lot :)

a ton of cards came out lmao. they may be in a constant recovery period. they may run away from their problems often because of a need to "be someone else" or "see the world". they don't liek to settle down. they could have sagittarius/ninth house energy because of how much they move around. they may be a little disillusioned with life and be a little materialistic. thye might spend above their means. they lie to themselves often by saying they're doing fine (like they have enough money or it's okay to run away so often) and although they're technically wrong, they're also right because their manifestations work out for them so well they can always run away and find new beginnings like it's nothing. delusions of granduer in action.

during sex, it may feel as if they're fleeing. like they have to finish things so quickly because they always need to be on the move. thoughts may distract them while you two are going at it. despite this, you two will be satisfied! they might try to be playful in order to distract you from the quickness. they may make you laugh a lot during sex. they may confuse you because of how much they play around and how quick they are and yet they can still satisfy you and help you two to have a good time.

#sun hosts games #ask #sun answers #randomreblogsone

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grimxswathe · 3 years ago

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I come bearing quite belated Moonfire Faire fluff with Estinien and Katsu! Special tanks to Sten and Siren on Twitter for letting me borrow their character briefly and coming up with a pet name, respectively.

The word count is 1,378 and starts under the cut. Beware of mild spoilers in the first paragraph for the second part of Death Unto Dawn.

I’m gonna tag @snow-covered-moon, since she likes these two. (If anyone wants to be tagged for writing, pls let me know.)

It was the final night of the Moonfire Faire in Costa del Sol. Estinien was relaxing on the water’s edge with Katsu nestled into his side, his arm draped around her waist. The water had become a little chilly for his liking once the sun set, but he wasn’t about to deprive Katsu of this time with him. Ever since the battle against the Telophoroi at Carteneau, things had become quite tumultuous and something had been bothering him as of late. Between the twins now sharing their Ishgardian home and assisting the Scions with the occasional mission, it seemed like Katsu couldn’t make time for him anymore. It was making him worried that she, for some unbeknownst reason, was no longer happy with their relationship.

Despite the anxiety gnawing at his insides, he couldn’t take his eyes off Katsu. She was so tiny, especially compared to his broad frame, and looked far too delicate to carry the weight of two separate worlds on her shoulders. All the same, Estinien knew full well that looks were deceiving. At the moment however, tucked safely into his side, she looked surprisingly vulnerable. He absently started tracing his calloused fingertips in circles against her hip, causing her to sigh happily and snuggle against him. Estinien’s heart melted at her response and he gave her an affectionate squeeze. Halone be praised, he loved this woman. Which was why he had to voice his concerns forthwith.

“Something’s been weighing on my mind recently,” he said.

Katsu rested her chin against his chest and gazed up at him. “What is it? Is aught amiss?”

As soon as he noticed the way she was looking at him, Estinien’s train of thought fizzled away. She was looking at him like he meant infinitely more to her than the sun and moon. She was looking at him like he was worth more to her than those damned plushies she loved so much. Like he was worth it. The sheer amount of love on her face was overwhelming and Estinien felt tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had been looking at him like this all along and his insecurities had prevented him from noticing.

Katsu’s loving expression turned to one of alarm when she saw the tears rolling down Estinien’s cheeks, but he wrapped her tightly in his arms and held her close to him. He buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent.

“I’m okay,” he assured her. “It’s just...gods, I love you. So much.”

Estinien felt Katsu freeze in his arms and for good reason. He had only ever uttered those words before when he was reciprocating her sentiments. After allowing a moment for the weight of his words to settle, she acknowledged him in a small voice.

“Can you say it again?”

“As often as you’d like to hear it, my dear,” Estinien breathed. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Even though he’d heard those three little words countless times from Katsu, this time they caused Estinien’s tears to fall harder.

“Oh, Estinien,” Katsu mumbled, wrapping her arms protectively around his torso. “What is all of this about?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he choked out through his tears. And it didn’t.

Being careful not to break from his embrace, Katsu maneuvered into Estinien’s lap and started to gently kiss his tears away. Once she was sure she had gotten them all, she touched her forehead to his and cupped his face in her hands.

“My handsome dragoon,” she told him.

A stupid, lovestricken grin spread across Estinien’s face and he placed a tiny kiss to her nose. “And you’re my beautiful moon flower,” he told her.

Katsu’s eyes widened slightly at the new nickname and she hastily buried her face into Estinien’s chest, no doubt trying to hide her blush. A soft chuckle rumbled in his throat and he leaned down to gently kiss her hair. She pressed a tender kiss in response to the deep scar that had once been his left nipple, causing a shiver to go down his spine that had nothing to do with the crisp water.

“Careful, lest you want to miss the fireworks.”

Katsu giggled lightly. “Nay, we wouldn’t want that. They are belike to start any minute, afterall.”

As if on cue, a firework exploded in the night sky, prompting the couple to turn their attention upwards. Katsu reclined her head against Estinien’s collarbone so she could watch the fireworks comfortably.

“I’ve always loved fireworks,” she told him. “They’re so colorful and pretty.”

Estinien hummed quietly in acknowledgement and rested his chin on her head. While pretty and colorful things weren’t exactly his cup of tea, he couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing Katsu by telling her that. He knew how badly she had been wanting to watch the festival fireworks with him. Besides, they were clearly making Katsu happy and that was enough for him. When he didn’t respond after a minute or two, she frowned the slightest bit before realization crossed her features and she reached up to gently run her fingertips against one of his pointed ears.

“They aren’t hurting your ears, are they? I forgot your kind has sensitive hearing.”

Even though he found her concern touching, Estinien grunted as he softly batted her hand away. “Please. I’ve heard many a dragon’s roar in the past. I think I can handle a few fireworks. Besides,” he brushed his knuckles against the curve of Katsu’s horn, “I’m more concerned about you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t your horns use vibrations to hear? These sharp noises can’t be pleasant.”

Katsu looked surprised for a brief moment, but she then grinned broadly. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

Estinien felt his cheeks flush deeply. “Oh, shush,” he grumbled.

“You’ll have to-mmpf!”

Katsu’s retort dissolved into a muffled sound of surprise when Estinien pressed their lips together. He took a moment to savor the kiss before addressing her, their lips still touching.

“You were saying?”

“Mmm, I can’t say I was quite expecting that,” she mumbled, pausing to lightly kiss his lips, “but I shan’t complain.”

Estinien’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Good,” he muttered before placing another small kiss on her lips.

Katsu grinned against his lips and gave him one last kiss. She then pulled back slightly and twirled some strands of his hair around her finger that had worked themselves free of the loose bun he had tied it in that morning.

“You’re absolutely right and certes, the vibrations they cause are irritating. But, it’s completely worth it to be able to share them with you.”

Estinien smiled at Katsu softly and gently moved her off his lap, disregarding her puzzled expression. He then repositioned himself so he was laying on his back with his head across her thighs and folded his hands on his stomach.

“Mayhap we should watch some fireworks, then,” he told her.

“Aye, you’re right,” she said quietly.

The disappointment in Katsu’s voice was palpable, which caused Estinien to frown quizzically. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just a shame that we have to leave tomorrow,” she told him glumly.

Her statement triggered Estinien’s recollection of some advice G’raha had given him prior to the faire’s commencement.

“If I may offer some advice, don’t rush back here as soon as the festival is done. You needn’t worry about the twins. Sten and I can keep an eye on them, though we both know they really don’t need it. But, you really need this time with Katsu.”

“If you’d like,” Estinien said uncertainly, fidgeting his thumbs, “we can certainly stay in Costa del Sol a while longer.”

The way Katsu’s expression completely lit up at his suggestion was a sight far more captivating to Estinien than any firework and it made him feel incredibly stupid for ever doubting that she loved him.

“I’d like that very much,” she gushed.

“As would I, my dear,” Estinien told her. “I love you.”

Katsu positively beamed down at him, tracing her fingertips against his lips. “I love you, too.”

Estinien lightly kissed her fingers before nodding toward the sky. “We’d best dispense with the chatter for now. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re missing the fireworks.”

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #wol x estinien #estinien wyrmblood #katsu ishiku #txt.post #my writing #this ended up being longer than intended #and also went in an entirely unexpected direction #but i like how it came out

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m00nslippers · 6 years ago

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All of our questions were answered in RHATO #31! OR WERE THEY? (They weren’t, like at all.)

When we left off in #30, Jason was confronting the guy who claims to be Willis Todd in the basement of an abandoned creepy prison made over into some kind of drug distribution center/android factory/still a prison. That’s pretty much right where they pick up. Oh and also the cover says:

They really don’t, though. One guy dies. One. This cover was an outright lie. There are ZERO zombies in this issue! WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME LIKE THIS DC?

There’s a flashback of ‘Willis’ looking back on how Rebirth has gone so far and saying some pretty poignant stuff about how Gotham hasn’t treated Jason the way he deserves. I’m not going to lie, I’m really into the Jason as the promised son/savior allegories. The Damned Prince of Gotham is an iconic epithet.

THIS is where we left off, and we learn Willis is calling himself Solitary and starts calling Jason ‘son’ but Jay isn’t having it.

Jason, you’re like two or three years older than this kid. And you’ve been way worse than kidnapped when you were way younger. Seriously, it’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s traumatized.

ALSO, JayMig, you guys. He’s LEGAL. Ship ship ship ship ship....(it’s okay if you don’t get on my ship I’m just going to be weird over here in this corner...)

Solitary: You missed me! *crowbar wooshes past him* Jason: I ain’t missed nuthin’! *crowbar hits Bunker’s prison-vat* Solitary: Ulp! (no he literally said ulp! in one panel.) Jason: You’ve been bamboozled, SON!

Classic Jason Todd.

I guess Solitary can control perception? I thought he was literally just omnipresent like he was literally everywhere and nowhere. That’s what he said to Ma Gunn, his ‘mother’. But whatever. This is Lobdell, he forgets what he’s doing halfway through doing it and just starts doing something else entirely.

Bunker is Mexican, if you guys didn’t know. It actually makes some sense that he’s here. in Mexico. Also, canonically gay.

( Ship ship ship ship ship )

Technically I’m not sure they actually met in that comic. It was a crossover event in New 52, Roy and Starfire and the Teen Titans (including Bunker) fought zombies, or something while Tim and Jason were captured by the Joker and Jason actually got to show off a little by psyching out the Joker and shooting him while blindfolded and breaking him and Tim out of trouble after getting kidnapped (those two sure do get kidnapped a lot when they are together...)

Also, SUPER REFRESHING for a hero to run into the Red Hood and be all, “Hey man, let’s be friends!” instead of immediately belike “What!? The Red Hood? Yuck, you’re a bad guy! Imma fight you!”

Dog has been around for 2 issues and she’s already the most useful teammate Jason has ever had. Jason and Dog, besties forever!

You really didn’t though, Jay. We have no idea who this guy is, how he got your old costume, what he wants or why he’s here. All we know is he wants you to go back to Gotham.

WHY CAN’T YOU BE HONEST WITH US!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?

They were fighting right before this panel, and the fight was pretty good too, they seem to be evenly matched in terms of fighting ability. Maybe Wingman was slightly better, but Jason had a Doggo on his side so it evened out.

Unrelated, but I actually like this artist and what they are doing, everything looks really clean, the action is very readable and the anatomy is excellent, I’m not a fan of Jason’s haircut but luckily we already know he gets his longer hair back in an issue or two, thank god.

Solitary comes out as Jason’s dad. Apparently when he was in prison he volunteered for some experiments on people’s minds to try to get out early. We saw a little of this foreshadowed like ten issues ago. The experiments were done with tech stolen from Lex Luthor, so he hired Artemis to go fuck them up for stealing it and using it on people. In the fight it messed Wilis up and combined his mind with a few other inmates into his body or something. So that’s what happened to him.

I think it’s trying to be implied that this prison Jason is at where Solitary is operating out of was literally the prison where it all happened, but there are a few problems with that, namely 1) they don’t send American prisoners to Mexican prisons, and 2) that prison had water around it in the panels where it showed it happening and this prison is in the middle of a dessert so who knows what’s going on here.

Okay, so a Gotham thug getting a batman tattoo after coming out of a fight with him without going to prison is the kind of thing a Gotham thug would totally brag about. “See this scar? I got it from Batman, yo! And then I got a bat tattoo to commemorate it!”

Guess what though, Willis/Solitary doesn’t have the tattoo. SOLITARY ISN’T HIS DAD. Maybe this guy thinks he’s Willis but he’s actually not, he just has his memories or perceptions or whatever. He was one of the minds combined into this dude. This explains why Jason walked right past him more than once, he wasn’t really his dad (although with ‘perception’ powers it wouldn't actually have mattered even if he was). Jason has so many shitty wannabe dads it’s crazy. Batman, Solitary, Joker, Ra’s, get in line, folks.

Jason straight up kills this guy, no flinching. I love how Jason is so matter of fact about everything in this issue, Solitary says he’s his dad, and Jason is just like, “Okay, no, and I can prove it.” No melodramatic gasps or anything.

It amazes me that people seem to think Jason is so overemotional and angry all the time, and can’t get anything done because he’s too busy being mad, when he does shit like this without making any kind of deal about it or shouting or anything. Jason gets angry and emotional about ONE THING, and that’s his ACTUAL FAMILY BEING SHITTY TO HIM. A.K.A batfam stuff. Pretty much whenever he’s actually mad, and acting crazy it’s justified, he’s in serious emotional distress. He’s not some super angry murder boy all the time! I mean, he does murder people...but not because he’s just angry, it’s always a calculated move.

A slight time skip (a week).

*cries* WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?

I think Lobdell is as pissed off as we are that Roy was killed off in a stupid way for stupid drama. Because he’s been really selling us Jason being super sad and messed up about it and even tried to give him a good send off in the Annual. Like, I complain a lot about Lobdell, but at least I think he actually likes Jason and tries to do right by him in his stories, he’s just really scatterbrained about storylines sometimes. Like he needs someone to say, “Yeah, maybe not this, but this stuff is good.” That’s kind of the comics industry in general though, they don’t have anyone making sure characters act in character. They need someone vetoing some of the more stupid ideas, but they don’t seem to have any of that.

The New Outlaws! Red Hood, Bunker, Dog and Wingman.

Wingman is...some old guy. We see his face but it’s no one obvious. Clearly he has some connection to Jason. But he’s definitely not Roy, unless something REALLY weird is going on.

I still think there’s a good chance that he’s a future Jason from another dimension. But there’s also a chance that he’s Jason’s REAL FATHER since we know Solitary wasn’t. Hell, maybe he’s got the same powers Solitary had and it was him who went to see Ma Gunn before because she seemed pretty sure that guy was really Willis Todd, and he’s changing how he looks so Jay won’t know. We’ll see I guess.

And Bunker is just like, oh, you’re gonna go back to Gotham, fuck up Penguin and take all his stuff and start running a mob? I’m down. I don’t know his character (except that Lobdell created him and purposefully made him not angsty), I’m going to have to read some old Teen Titans, but I’m into it so far. He’s just super puppy-like, helpful, “I don’t know what’s happening but let’s be friends!” I can imagine Jason just blinking at him and being like, “Just...what even are you? Why are you so nice?! Why do you even like me!? Why are you even here!?” Miguel, all like, *shrug* “You saved my life and you’re hot?” Jason, “...well that’s a reason, I guess.”

YEEEEES. Tell me the old costume is making a come back! Also, Jason in a Trench Coat is the shit. He looks so sexy, you guys. I’m so ready for Mob Boss Jason. And Miguel is his gay right hand lover I mean man. YES.

( Ship ship ship ship ship )

Yeah, I’m getting so many “Wingman is from the future” vibes right now. He’s either Jason himself or someone he knows, but from the future/another dimension. Or maybe he can see the future.

Well, that was it. It was pretty good even if I was raising my eyebrows a few times at all the NOT explaining we were getting. I’m actually kind of excited for next issue though, you guys! Jason is going to mess up Penguin and take the Ice Burg Lounge, I’m so up for this!

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providentially-demonic · 7 years ago

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Never Book a Gift Horse...

@chantillyxlacey Happy Birthday to an awesome friend! I hope you like your little gift.

You asked for a MSA fic love and I hope this provides...

There was a strained silence at the cafe where three men sat under the umbrella of one of the outdoor tables. Well, three men and a dog that wasn’t a dog. Even the waiter was trying to be inconspicuous, with the amount of tension hanging in the air around one small table and four beings who might or might not have been what they seemed to be.

Two sat so close together on one side of the small table that their thighs touched and the dog had stationed himself right in front of their feet, opposite the single figure who sat alone on the other side of the table, idly playing with the straw of his iced tea.

Water slapped softly against the pilings of the boardwalk that supported the cafe, an audible reminder of the danger here.

With a glance around to be sure the waiter was out of earshot, the dog spoke. “May I remind all of you we are under truce. Lewis, that means stop acting as if he’s going to grab Arthur in the middle of a public place. Arthur, that means you stop jittering like you drank an entire case of red bull, and—” The dog paused and even though he was hidden under the table, they could all feel the gimlet glare he’d fixed on the man across from him. “You keep your oath, sworn on your honor.”

Arthur jumped and Lewis reached out to rest a hand on his forearm where it lay on the blue patterned tablecloth.

Calder leaned sideways just enough to meet the red eyes glaring at him under the table. “You know well enough, mutt, that I’d no more offer t’ break truce than the blue terror would be askin’ me t’ join your little team. Where’s she got t’ anyways, lurkin’ in the shrubbery t’ throw horseshoe nails at me again?”

“Vivi is not here,” Mystery assured. “Nor does she know that we are meeting with you. So you need not fear her lurking to chuck things at you.”

“So then what’s got y’ conspirin’ without her?” Calder leaned back in his chair, eyes calculating. “You’re the one callin’ for this meetin’. What’re y’ after of me?”

Lewis shifted and pushed his sunglasses back up on his nose. “Um...”

Arthur grumbled under his breath. “We— we need a favor. And we thought you might be able to help with the problem.”

Lewis looked sideways, tapping his fingers nervously on the tablecloth. If anything, he seemed more reluctant than Arthur to be here.

Mystery chuffed under the table. “Arthur told us of your vast library. We were hoping you might be of some help in acquiring a book we have had no luck finding through other means.”

Calder lifted his head, nostrils flaring with a startled breath. “Not that I’d mind helpin’ you, but I reserve the right t’ refuse you access t’ some tomes. They are far too dangerous for any t’ have.”

“Wouldn’t that include yourself?” Lewis retorted, stung.

Calder’s look was withering. “I’ve had most for longer than any of you have been alive. Dinna take me for a fool. I’ve had them warded by every magic I could beg, steal or borrow, t’ keep them safe in me library an’ outta any hands, includin’ mine own. I’m nae a power-mad idiot, like some o’ me kin I could name.”

“Peace,” Mystery barked in irritation. “We are under truce. Stop baiting each other and get down to brass tacks!”

Arthur jittered a leg nervously. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just a book we’re having a really hard time finding a copy of. It went out of print, back in the eighties, I think. And well, I know it’s an outside chance, considering most of your books are... magical... or not in english at all, but we thought maybe you might know someone who might be able to get a copy.”

“Nothin’ dangerous, then?”

“No!” Both Lewis and Arthur answered at the same time.

“Nothing like that, I swear,” Arthur continued, lacing both metal and flesh fingers together on the table. “It’s just the first book in a series Vivi loved all to pieces when she was younger. We saw one come in the bookstore she works at and she grabbed it up.”

“We found her early next morning, it looked like she’d been reading all night,” A smile graced Lewis’s features. “It’s been the first time we’d seen her so happy and relaxed in a long time.”

Arthur plucked at the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at Calder. “Her birthday is coming up and we’ve been trying to collect the rest of the series for her. They’re like super rare or something. It took a heck of a lot of searching E-bay and used bookstores but we found all of them but the first one.”

Mystery took up the thread of narration. “That one, we have been unable to find, not for any price. It seems to have vanished entirely. I even went so far as magically searching libraries within this and then next four states to look for a copy.”

“Plannin’ on returnin’ t’ your ancestor’s roots, as a thief and trickster, then?” Calder asked with an amused smirk, one eyebrow quirked up.

Mystery flattened his ears, but answered candidly enough. “If it were the only possible solution, yes. I would have assuaged my guilt with a large donation to the library I had taken it from, but I was unable to locate it at all.”

“Seldom is a book that hard t’ locate, less’n it be magical, but I mayhaps know some that could ferret it out.” Calder leaned back in his seat and looked thoughtfully up at the blue and white umbrella that sheltered them from the harsh Texas sunlight. “Me, I find it odd that you’d be askin’ me of all folks, t’ aid in looking for a book for her.”

Lewis simmered, but Arthur was the one to rest a hand on his arm this time. Lewis heaved a put-upon sigh, but covered Arthur’s fingers with his own.

“Calder, I know none of us are on the best terms, least of all you and Vivi, but I’m asking you to please put things aside and help us find the book,” Arthur pled earnestly.

Calder brought his gaze back down to meet Arthur’s eyes. His mouth twisted in a rueful smile, and he folded his hands on the table. “Only you, lad, could ask me such a thing an’ get away with it.”

“Does that mean you’ll help?” Lewis grumbled, his hair flickering a little.

“For Arthur’s sake, aye.”

“What’s your price?” Mystery suddenly piped up from beneath the table, poking his head out to fix Calder with a cool gaze. “Something I know well is that fae of any kind are seldom ones to do anything gratis.”

This time it was Calder who showed a flash of temper, irritation carving lines at the corners of his mouth. His eyes narrowed, pupils contracting to points. “I already said I’d do it, cùilean, or d’you still think me likely t’ go back on me word?” His accent thickened, a measure of how annoyed he was. “Or d’ye ken that I’d be tryin’ go back on me sworn oath that I’d not try to take what isna mine?!”

“Mystery!” Arthur’s tone was sharp. “Did you forget everything you just said about baiting people?” His ire was definitely up, heterochromatic eyes snapping as he turned back to Calder, but he took a deep breath and made a visible effort to calm himself, though his hands still jittered nervously on the tabletop. “I— I don’t want to take advantage of you or your— fondness— for me. I’d— I’d rather it would be a— a fair trade and not one of us owing the other.”

Calder drew a deep breath, tightening his hands on the edge of the table. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten Arthur, and his flash of temper had already made the lad twitchy enough. “I said I’d help you find it. I were nae asking anythin’ from you.”

“Please,” Arthur pled softly. “I don’t want us owing each other.”

It was all too clear what he meant, that he didn’t want to owe Calder any favors. For all that it rankled, it was the way of things now.

Calder scrubbed a hand through his tumbled hair, blowing a few black strands out of his eyes. “I’ll think on it, lad, an’ come up with what you can do t’ repay me in turn. Not—” He shot a glare at the simmering ghost beside Arthur. “ —That it’d be any sort o’ favor. Belike it’ll be somethin’ material, an’ nae some rarity.” He offered a painfully wry smile. “As me honor’s at some question, I’ll swear by Daanu an’ Epona that it’ll be nothin’ like a favor.”

Mystery nodded. “In the names of the goddesses, then. No favors nor boons owed.”

Calder leaned back in his chair, again toying with the straw in his glass of iced tea. “So then, tell me ‘bout this series o’ books the blue lass favors so highly. Iffen I dinna know them, there are others I can ask after them from.”

With the tension eased somewhat, the waiter dared to timidly refill glasses and ask if they were ready to order. After they had ordered, Lewis pulled a somewhat tattered paperback from his vest pocket and laid it on the table, turning it so the cover faced Calder.

The each-uisge leaned forward to read the title and the author’s name.

Without warning, he tossed back his head and laughed aloud, a deep rumble of startled amusement. “It’s nae a wonder why your fiery lass likes these books, nor, I think, why it’s so hard t’ find ‘em.”

He traced the looping letters of the author’s name with a fingertip, a smile curving his lips. “There’s a fair reason for that. This lass, she knew things, saw things, most mortals canna. While her mysteries an’ tales were made up, whole-cloth, the characters she peopled them with, well— they were dead-on representations o’ some of the fae folk she’d spent her life watchin’ with the sight. She knew them, weaknesses an’ foibles, strengths and magics. It— well, it caught my kin’s attention, y’see, that a human writer knew us so well, spun us wholesale inta the worlds she created with words an’ paper.”

Lewis looked like he didn’t want to ask the question, but it escaped him anyway. “What— what happened to her?”

“Nothin’ ill,” Calder assured with a smile. “Far as I know, she spends her days weavin’ new tales for her new kin, the lords and ladies o’ the Summer Court, for it was one o’ them what wooed her away t’ share her gift o’ words with the fae. She is pampered an’ well-loved by the Court an’ the elven knight what wedded her. Like all the Summer Court, she’s oft t’ be found in places where the summer lasts most the year. She goes by another nom de plume these days, when she sells her works in the human realm. I’d fair be surprised iffen your lass didna have some o’ her newer works at home, considerin’.”

“Is that why the books so hard to find?” Arthur asked, reaching forward to pick up the book. “It took a lot of leg-work (figuratively speaking) to search out the ones we did find, and well, you can see, they’re not in the greatest of conditions sometimes.”

“Ah that’s b’cause some of the fae are prone t’ making a game o’ collectin’ her books, ‘specially them what directly inspired some o’ her characters. We’re a vain lot, an’ hungry for pretty words. An’ iffen those words are about us, well then...”

“Do you think you could help us track down a copy? We just need the one.” Lewis accepted the book back from Arthur and tucked it safely inside his vest. Now that he knew the fae considered it a sort of prize, he wanted to keep it safe and out of sight.

“No,” Calder chuckled.

Lewis felt his hold on his temper slip. “What do you mean, you swore to help!”

“Lewis,” Arthur tried to calm him.

“I mean,” Calder replied, still smiling. “That there’s nae a need. I dinna need t’ track one down for you, seein’ as I have the whole lot in my library.”

“You do?” Mystery put in, sticking his head out from under the table to side-eye Calder.

“I do.” Calder chuckled again. “As I said; fae are vain for lovely words, an’ when the words are about yourself, well, that makes them all the sweeter.”

“Wait, are you telling us you’re in one of the books?” Arthur blurted in astonishment.

“That’d be tellin’.”

“So, are you willing to let us have it?” Lewis asked.

Calder turned a softer smile on Arthur, “Well, now I already promised, did I not?”

Right about then the waiter returned with their food, and forced them to pause while he put the plates in front of them. By the time he had left them again, Arthur was visibly jittering, this time with impatience. “Well?”

Calder grinned wolfishly around a bite of his sandwich. “I’ll do y’ one better. I’ll let you replace any o’ your more ill-used copies with mine, an’ give y’ the first one. I know magics that can restore the ones y’ trade me.” He laughed. “After all, I had t’ learn ‘em t’ keep my library safe.”

“You’ll do that?”

Nodding, Calder grinned again. “It’ll be my pleasure t’ help y’ lads out.” He nodded his head toward the bulge in Lewis’s vest as Lewis bent to slip Mystery a piece of his chicken. “Just pick a day an’ bring along the ones you’re wishin’ t’ swap out.”

He looked surprised when Arthur seized his hand and shook it, “Thank you! When you figure out what it is you want in return, let us know, I promise we’ll find a way to get it.”

Mystery looked a little agast. “Arthur!”

Calder smiled and squeezed Arthur’s hand. “Told y’ I’ll think on it.” He glanced down at the dog. “Iffen I were anyone else I could do him a mischief with such a reckless promise, but I’ll nae.”

After they had agreed on a time to meet, Arthur and Lewis had gone to take care of their part of the bill. Mystery lingered while Calder finished the last few sips of his tea leisurely.

“Why?” The kitsune asked at last. “Why are you so willing to help with this project, to the point of giving away one of your own books?”

Tipping his head to one side, Calder regarded him with a sly grin. “Oh, c’mon now, you’re far from stupid. How better t’ know I got one over on her, than t’ know I had me hand in this grand gesture of love they’re schemin’?”

Mystery silently vowed that Lewis and Arthur must never tell Vivi just how they had managed to get the rest of the series for her.

*****

Vivi’s birthday surprise was indeed a smashing success, and she unleashed a resounding shriek of absolute joy when she opened the rather heavy box Lewis and Arthur presented her and flung herself at both of them, peppering their faces with endless kisses over and over. She squealed happily as she unwrapped each copy from the tissue paper protecting it and gave each of them a fresh kiss for each book unearthed until all of them lay in a neat row on the table. She hugged the first book to her chest throughout the rest of the party, very careful not to get any of the cake and ice cream near it.

Both of her loves got very enthusiastic thanks from the small blue bundle of unbridled joy, both at the party and much later that night.

She did not see how both of them paled when a tiny origami figure of a black horse slipped out of one of the books as she was proudly shelving them a few days later. She absentmindedly tucked it back in the book and continued shelving, oblivious to the heavy silence hanging in the air.

Lewis swallowed and hoped he.could sneak it out later when she wasn’t paying attention.

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Emma Roberts Movie Week

It’s actually a bit unexpected. I didn’t plan this, I just watched Scream IV and her character made me love her even more, then I did after Chanel. So I thought, why not, no matter that I planned Brendan Fraser Movie Week.

Day 1: Scream IV (2011)

It’s not the movie I want to talk about (because I plan to make a post about the whole franchise, after watching the TV Series), but about he character. I mean, how awesome is watching Emma Roberts as psycho killer. Especially a very convincing psycho killer, trying to kill Sidney. After watching Scream Queens and knowing how well she plays bitchy characters, so it was very entertaining. The third act of course. Watching her as a side character was just okay. That’s really all I can say. So yeah, there you go folks. Also the villain monologue was fun. Just read for yourself:

Favorite Jill quote:

Jill Roberts: My friends? What world are you living in? I don't need friends. I need fans. Don't you get it? This has never been about killing you? It's about becoming you. I mean, for fuck's sake, my own mother had to die, no great loss there, so I could stay true to the original. That's sick, right? Well, sick is the new sane. You had your 15 minutes, now I want mine! I mean, what am I supposed to do? Go to college? Grad school? Work? Look around. We all live in public now, we're all on the Internet. How do you think people become famous any more? You don't have to achieve anything. You just gotta have fucked up shit happen to you. So you have to die, Sid. Those are the rules. New movie, new franchise. There's only room for one lead, and let's face it, your ingenue days, they're over. A bit long, yeah, but how great. Isn’t that weird, that her monologue is longer then my text about her character?

Day 2: Wild Child (2008)

A very linear teen drama, but in England. Why would I pick that? The real question is: Why not? I mean, yes, it’s stupid, and yes, I’m an adult, but I’m still a kid inside, and I know it’s a bad movie, but it was still entertaining sometimes. Again, watching Emma playing a bitch is fun, for 20 minutes, but it was still fun. If we got through the best part, let’s get to business. Her character growth was okay, her friends were okay, their relation was okay. The school bitch was awfully stereotypical, no matter that her first appearance said otherwise. I hoped at least that from that movie, but it didn’t even give me that, so...

The fun part tho was just turning my brain off for an hour and half, and just watch Emma hanging out with some teenagers with British accent. It’s still one of my favorite female celebrities. Also her name was Poppy! It could belike the flower, but hearing “Poppy” made me think about That Poppy. Which is always a little plus. Wow, that paragraph about the things I liked is too short. Hey, Nick Frost!

The montage was awful... it broke me from the movie every 30 seconds, which was hard to watch. Also the scene quick before the end was so cringe. At least for me. They were losing, then made a dance, and magically they won! (The dance was cringe, if someone were wondering)

Well that’s all, it was between average and okay.

Favorite quote:

Poppy: I didn't start it, it wasn't my fault, and if this were America, I would sue.

That’s true, OMC. America is beautiful, I love it, I want to visit it someday.

Day 3: The Art of Getting By (2011)

There is a thin line between being a good movie, and being pretentious. This movie sadly is on the wrong side of the line.

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoyed watching this movie, it got to me, I love the main character, George, I can see myself in him, somehow. I always wanted to be that weird guy on the side, or I just want it, because these guys (like in this movie) alwayse ended up happy at the end, and I want the same thing for myself. But that’s a theme for different post. I liked seeing the world through his eyes. The scene showing how he wanted to get over Sally was great. Or when she broke him with the weird sex questions, during their “date”. Freddie’s acting was very convincing, and I didn’t saw the actor, I saw a boy with problems. The relations between him and the other characters and the way he reacten to every rational thing, he should do, but just couldn’t. I can also say a good thing about the side characters. I really liked them. The way they were created, even if some of theme didn’t have a lot of screen time, I had still fun spendind time with them. Like when Sallys’s mother told her, that she should be with George or when the painter struggled to be with Sally. I could also say about how I liked the montage and directing, but who cares? Also I liked the “development” of Freddie’s character, like in the first and second part who was becomind worse and worse...

Sadly the thing I was most anticipating in this movie was Emma Roberts and... well, Sally totally blows. I disliked her after 5 or so minutes. I’m not really sure if she’s such a bad actress, or it was just like her character was written, but Sally was so wooden. She was pretty, yes, but that’s just one of two things, that I think George could see in her (the second is, that she really cared about him and liked him, for example the scene, when they were sleeping next to each other, or when she called him every 5 minutes, whe he left her). I also really, really disliked her, when she broke my precious George! I mean, who does she think she is? (that’s not a blame on the movie, just another reason to not like her character, which isn’t a bad thing) Sally was the second most important character, but she dind’t develop at all. It was painfull to watch her in some scenes, beacause I knew that she would hurt George, because he wanted to go forwrd in some way, but she was staying the same all the time. Another thing I didn’t like was most of the third act. How George suddenly (I know it was because of his mother, he didn’t to upset her any more) change his attitude to life and so quickly straightened everything. It just wasn’t convincing for me. Also it was very predictable. Him, getting the diploma, her, going back to him, the painting, being Sally. Sad. Sadly. They could work on that a little more.

Favorite qoute:

Sally Howe: What were you like as a child?

George Zinavoy: I was such a better person than I am now.

Sally Howe: Come on.

George Zinavoy: I'm serious. I was happy. I was open. I was curious. But I'll tell you this: I knew when it was ending. I was overwhelmed with sadness when I realized that I was going to change, and that it was all most likely going to get worse, like a nostalgia for the present. I couldn't shake it...

And it’s sad to say, that I dind’t like her creation. It really is. I hope it’s not her acting and I can see her again in a small movie, but with more. More to play and that she actually does it well. For now I like her justas the bitchy/psycho type.

Day 4: Nancy Drew (2007)

Hey I’m actually keeping up! Only three das/movies left.

So I just looked up (on Wikipedia, I’m not a detective) that, as I thought, the movie is based on a book series for teenagers, with the same name.

I start with the things I liked. And don’t let it fool you, there were’nt as many. The start was quite fine and fun to watch. The city and the charachters living in it. Just the world created around Nancy in her home town was adorable, just to be fine for a few minutes. I also liked Nancy at some point. I guess Emma can play charismatic characters, not just bitches. Which is good, but it wasn’t very good acting, since it also wasn’t a role that needed a good actress, just because the writting was so doll. Ahh, I wanted to say, what I liked first. So I also liked the side characters from her home town, like her father and Ned, or some of the LA characters: just Jane and Leshing. And the styling. I think the setting around our main characters was cute. Her dressing style, the style of that “hounted” house or her home town (I didn’t remember it, I’m really not familiar with the book series). Hey, Bruce Willis!

That’s sadly all, not many good things, that I could talk about. The writting tho. Ugh! It was so, so bad. Mished with that acting was just terrible to watch. Just because I liked some charachters, does not mean, I think they well written well, or that they were acted well. They weren’t. None of them. Maybe Nancy and her father a little, but that’s all. The story... Just meh. After half an hour I wasn’t feeling any mistery. And talk about tension, there was none of it. Even the scene when they were just about to kill Nancy, I was felling nothing. Oh wait, I was annoyed. Because the side characters from her new school had appeared on my screen! I hated them. Especially Corcky. uhh... I just felt like a story written by a teenager, and I think not a teenager has written it (no, it were two adult people). I mean, do they know, they can make a movie for children (and this, BTW, felt like a movie for 3-6 years old), that’s also entertaining for adults? Look at Teen Titans GO: To the Movies! (2018). That’s a good example.

Favorite quote:

Carson Drew: Phone call. Long distance from Scotland. Something about the Loch Ness Monster and some missing diamonds. Nancy Drew: Another case!

Well, despite how I disliked ths movie, I would definietly watch a sequel with Nessi. But it didn’t gross much, which I’m not suprised with.

Day 5:

Got distracted, by discovering “The Pitch” from ScreenRant. Totally got me. Binge watched like 20 episodes.

Actual Day 5: Paradise Hills (2019)

What a weirdly boring movie. Maybe I didn’t pay to much attention as I should, but it didn’t get me at all.

I wanted to watch something new, to see how her acting “grow” with her, but... Again, she didn’t get much to play. Which is very dissapointing.

To start with the good things. The movie is extreamly beautiful. It looks so magical. The movie has just a 6 million budget, but it was still enough to hire Emma Roberts, Milla Jovovich, Awkwafina and to build a gorgeous set. The CGI was very visible, but only in two scenes (like the car on the beginning for example). And... That’s all? The acting of most main cast fine, I guess.

OMC, where to start even? Idea for the story: very, very unoriginal. It’s actually felt much like The Island (2005) and a little like Sucker Punch (2011) (although I don’t remember it very well), maybe a mix of bouth. It’s not bad, it’s just made not so well. The script: dull, slow and predictible. I don’t like saying this, because I mostly shut of my brain, try to have fun and don’t predict anything, but it was hard. The ending tho. Seriously, to predictable. And no, I didn’t predict, that Jovovich is playing a fucking rose witch/vampire. That actually suprised me. The characters: they we’re okay, but mostly still to stereotypical, like for eample Milla’s witch, Emma’s main and the sidecharacter singer. Again just complaining on the same things I complained the last three movies.

Favorite quote:

Duchess: *screams, while changing into a bush*

I still have one critycally acclaimed drama (to see her acting on a good script) and a good movie to end the marathon happy :3

Day 6: Palo Alto (2013)

I can’t say. I liked this movie. Not a lot, but it was still enjoyable for me.

I thought Emma will play the main character, which she has and hasn’t in a way. She was one of the main characters with Teddy i think. Yeah, okay, I’m almost sure. I know I was supposed to watch a critically aclaimed movie, and this isn’t one, but, eh, it has 69% on RottenTomatoes, so not so bad. Also! It’s stars James Franco. I liked the acting. I’m still dissapointed, that Emma stil does not have much to play. I’m not sure if she’s just okay at acting, or she takes parts of empty blonds. I still love her, it’s just... it’s getting harder and harder to watch her as not charismatic characters. Anyway, I liked the acting, even much. I’m not sure if the actor playing Teddy (Val Kilmer’s son! and Val KIlmer played April’s father xD) was playing him self, but I’m happy with what I got. The same goes for Fred, the coach and April’s father. Finally after these few dissapointing movies, I got something, that dind’t speak to me much, but at least I liked the characters and had fun watching them get better, or worse, or not changing, or having a quick cameo.

The story was... okay. But connected to this characters, I don’t really have much to complain. The tempo was a bit slow with April’s story, and a bit to fast with Teddy’s. Like The Art of Getting By (2011), this movie crossed a bit the thin line, of being too pretencional. But this doesn’t botter me that much.

Favorite quote:

April: I'm not depressed, why do you always think I'm depressed? I'm just tired.

Day 7: It’s kind of a funny story (2010)

I absolutely loved this movie! It took me from teh beginning with that scene on the bridge. Totally my kind of humor. The main character was easy to equate with, at least for me, like, being a bit assholish on the beginnig, and then turning in a fully good and empathetic person. The perfect character arc for a feel good movie, like this one. It hit me by suprise, how good it was. The movie has average ratings and is rotten on RottenTomatoes. I know why, but the things, that for others were a flaw, for me was a good quality. I dind’t read the reviews, but I saw flaws in the movie, and in the story. I know, I know, it’s a basic story, a bit (maybe a lot) predictable even. But I turned my brain off for one and a half hour and had a lot of fun. The charachters where, no, seamed 3-dimensional. Everyone, at some point even. I totally believed, these are not actors, these are people. Especially the main trio, obviosly. I dind’t know Zach Galifianakis can play something more then a stupid fat guy, by playing a not so stupid fat guy with problems. And Emma, still not what I’m expecting from her, but a lot better, then the other movies I guess (with exceptions of course). Even Craigs parents felt so real, and his friend and his love interest in the beginning. The main advantage of the movie is, that, as I pointed out earlier, it makes you feel better. It made me thing, that there is something more for me, that I don’t have to be this sad, fat guy, working and sitting by the computer all the time. Also the acting, OMC. It was great. How thought, to bring Viola Davis to this project? Great idea, even for these few minutes. But, yeah, I also pointed that out already. And, I liked, how the movie was directed. The scene, where they sang together, fabulous.

So what’s the flaws? It was predictable, if you just try to think a little. I dind’t realise that, till after the movie. Also, some characters, from being fine written, turned to flat characters, to drive the plot. Yes, I mean Nia, that was so unnecessary. It was just so Noelle would get mad at Craig. And will winning Noelle back be hard? It’s gonna be (quoting the screenwriter from Pitch Meeting) “super easy! Barely an inconvenience.” Which is dissapointing.

Favorite quote:

Craig: Do you like music?

Noelle: Do you like breathing?

Bonus: A few words about Channel and whole Scream Qeens (2015-2016)

This series also took me by suprise, a bit. I loved Ariana Grande at that time, but since she quitted acting, and got mostly into music, I started to watch this show. And, as dissapointing as it was at that time, Chanel #2 was killed in the first episode. But since this was a slasher, and I do love those, I stayed. Who am I kidding. It dind’t stay because of the killing, but because of the story, characters and humor mostly. Jamie Lee Curtis is a wonderful actress and watching her going “against” bitchy Emma Roberts, was like watching a unicorn... I don’t a good compare, but you get it. It was extreamly entertaining. The world building, so caricature, it was so fun. Chanel killing a random lady? Yes please. These show was filled with mains driving the series with just themselfs and the sideones adding to it a lot. Even if they get killed eventually. Obviously the first season was way better, then the second. But the second was even more bizzare, which recompensed a bit the flaws of it. Do I like the decisions, who got the be the killers in both seasons? Yes, of course! For example, the chemistry between Dr. Cassidy and Chanel #3 was great in the second half of the second season. Just awesome.

Oh, yeah, a few more about Chanel. Wonderful, stole every scene she was in. Not a character, you could lift a show on, but the definietly good to be one of the mains.

Favorite quote:

Chanel: Good morning, sluts.

Chanel #2, #3 and #5: Good morning, Chanel

Like I could pick any other, than this.

So what do I think about Emma in the end?

She’s not a great, but a good actress, she could lift the whole movie, if she get’s a good character to play, like in Wild Child (2008), which was not much, but she was still a teenager then, and made it.

Do I see her in drama roles?

Yes, actually. I love her, when she plays bitchy, charismatic, or even psycho characters, because she’s great at it, but I still want to see her other side. A hard part to play, in which she can shock everyone in how good of an actress she is. She didn’t have the chance yet.

I hope she gets more lucky and popular at some time. She’s still under 30 (28 years old), so she has most of her live before her, and already an impressive filmography. I wish her all the best.

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