#lu may only be a one season wonder :(

[tumblydove]

Anybody else like this show, or just me?

[sonchop]

yk, I think it's really funny (I'm about to cry) that in the s1 ep11 - s2 ep1, when cheng xiaoshi sees lu guang dying, he keeps his mind clear, fights well with the possessed qiao ling, not letting the red eyes guy harm her at the same time worries about lu guang and, as we later find out, also remembers the info (like he was able to tell the most important moments without hesitation). i mean, lu guang does look pretty dead at this moment, but xiaoshi is still holding up well, wow

meanwhile, lu guang, when he sees qian jin hurting xiaoshi... well, he's not just scared af, he immediately, I would even say, mindlessly rushes at qian jin (not even checking on xiaoshi lol (I think he understands that this shoot will not kill him but still-)

usually lu guang is the one who keeps his mind clear and calm in all situations, when cheng xiaoshi very often acts rashly and thoughtlessly driven by emotions (even if in the season 2 he is a little more rational)

but when danger threatens dear people..

lu guang is the one who will be ready to kill for someone who is dear to his heart, aaand xiaoshi is able to pull himself together and act consistently

I think it might also work with the "go back in time and save a life" thingie, like xiaoshi is able to resist his wish to dive back in time and save his bf, even if it kills him inside and all this because of lu guang's words and his own understanding what his actions may entail

(we don't know what he would do if he saw lu guang's dead body, but the fact is that he cannot allow himself to do something so serious with the flow of time)

while lu guang is ready to become the main hypocrite in the world, make irreparable changes in the flow of time, and take this sin upon himself, if only cheng xiaoshi would live.

so I wonder if this is because lu guang has already witnessed several deaths of cheng xiaoshi or is he initially more protective and emotional, but he's really good at hiding it?

[anulithots]

Cheng Xiaoshi's memories through photographs.

So Cheng Xiaoshi had two of the ‘sees memories in physical space’ moments, in the beginning of episode six season one where he remembers the aftermath of episode five and how the started the client business, along with that scene in season two episode one where cheng xiaoshi remembers all the mundane moments with Lu Guang. (still in tatters over that scene by the way.)

Overall I just think it’s interesting that CXS, for all of his ‘devil-may-care’ attitude and silly demeanor, is a very reminiscent person. I headcannon that he goes through his memories a lot, especially when he’s upset. And if you pair that with a headcannon that CXS’s parents were photographers, that the shop was a photography shop…(there are canvases in the front windows.) ...and I can't read the Chinese on the sign aslkdfj

… then you get the idea of cheng xiaoshi valuing memories since he was little, perhaps hsi parents valued that too and tied that into taking photos? Perhaps they took all the photos with them? (Since CXS doesn’t remember what his parents look like.) Photos become his way of holding onto those memories… his powers are a testament to that. And he clings to these memories so much that he wishes to fix the pains of the past through his powers…. which doesn’t work. sobs sobs

Then you get the headcannon where Lu Guang - all future focused and practical - holding on to the past for one person and one person only - Cheng XIaoshi.

And the fact that Cheng Xiaoshi, over the course of season one, looks to those who ‘shine light’ into his life instead of the past, holding onto them in the present instead… well it’s wonderful storytelling and I’m going to be an emotional wreck after season three if my ‘CXS permanent death is what the narrative is going for’ theory is right.

Also also:

CXS going to package photos when a situation (Doudou’s father pleading with the trio to find his son) upsets him in his withdrawn state…. alsooo headcannoning that photos calm him down.

[hogwartsstudentconfidential]

Dear Students,

Miss me? It's been awhile hasn't it. I've been building up the gossip as well as the announcements, thanks to all of the messages I've received from you all. Suck it Quibbler, bet nobody dms you.

Anywho let's get into our announcements for the week as well as congratulate Gryffindor on their win in quidditch this past weekend, as well as a big good luck to Ravenclaw when they go against Slytherin next week.

Of course in good Hogwarts fashion, Gryffindor will be hosting a celebratory party in the common room this weekend, all are invited so make sure to dress up and let the drama unfold ;).

On another note I have been alerted about a surprise exam professor Sprout is planning on assigning her students so make sure to study, but only after the party of course.

As everyone knows winter season is approaching quickly which means Madame Pomfrey will be packed with sick students. The woman is already stressed enough with you reckless gits so please wash your hands and cover your mouths this year.

Now onto everybody's favorite part of this newspaper, the gossip:

Onto relationships, Congratulations to Pandora Rosier and Lucius Malfoy on their new relationship, the two are very cute together. However, has anyone else noticed the amount of flirting Lucius Malfoy does with other girls? If I were Pandora I’d keep an eye on my man.

Now the amount of messages I've received about Emmeline and Mary being, and I quite “SO gay for each other” is honestly insane. I mean, it's so obvious to everyone but them they're in love. Did you see the way they were whispering and giggling to each other at the firework show? Mary couldn't keep her eyes off the girl.

Now onto James Potter. The star quidditch player and prankster is well known around Hogwarts of course as well as his beautiful girlfriend Hestia. However a little Birdy has told me the loving boyfriend might not be so loyal. A lot of people have been suspecting the boy is in love with another. He disappeared the night of the fireworks to go get “snacks” by himself, refusing company and the only other person missing besides himself was none other than Regulus Black.

I have even received an interesting direct message for Mr Potter I will send out after this of course.

I've also been alerted of a possible tension growing between Marlene and Hestia, my supplier lacked on what type of tension so you take your pick. Do you think it's romantic or are the two girls about to give Hogwarts the best fight of the century? Let me know what you think.

Now back to Pandora, it seems as though she's made an enemy? The girl was recently questioned about a kiss between her and Xenophilus Lovegood. The girl immediately denied the rumor, her own boyfriend standing up for her, but he wasn't the only one. Xenophilus Lovegood also stood up for the girl, I suppose he is her friend but could there be something more? Lucius himself has even spoken of concern for where the girl's heart lies. Could a love triangle be brewing?

Onto some more exciting news, James Potter is handing out invitations for his mother's Christmas ball. This wonderful event is sure to be nothing but magical so if you receive an invite consider yourself lucky.

Oh and Remus Lupin's middle name is John.

Now before I sign out I’d like to say a little something. The Quibbler may be fun for little facts about creatures but it's hardly anything if the spelling is incorrect. Xenophilus Lovegood, it's best if you check your spelling and check it twice.

Thank you for reading this week's copy of Hogwarts Confidential and I will see you all next time. 💋

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[littlevices]

Just Finished Link Click

Disclaimer: I am somewhat vague in how I phrase things in this post because I want to avoid anything major being spoiled for others. At least for this post, anyway. >_> Should be safe enough to read for most, but I will say potential minor spoiler(s), depending on what you consider a spoiler.

Anyway!

I was crying.

I want to know where the next season supposedly is because I cannot be left on that semi-cliff hanger and not get answers.

I loved this show start to finish and every time I thought a plot point or something didn't connect and make sense I just had to be patient to see where they were going with it. (particularly episode 9 of season 2). While I did think the evil laughter from the antagonists in the final episodes was a bit over the top, especially given how grounded and mostly realistic this show has been with character portrayals, I still enjoyed. Also, epsiode 5.5 may not have been my favorite episode, I still loved how they tied it back into season two.

Cheng Xiaoshi is an absolute sweetheart, he did not deserve his pains and in some ways I would argue that I understand Lu Guang's actions. Qiao Ling has been wonderful as well and I love how the dynamics of these three play off each other. Cheng Xiaoshi is reckless with the best of intentions, Lu Guang is both exasperated and protective, and Qiao Ling is there to keep them both grounded, when she's not running into a fight along with them anyway, lol.

This series has had one of the best first episodes I've seen, with that twist at the end breaking my heart. This show does not play, and I found out the hard way.

Minor Spoiler, I guess, but poor Emma! If her story is finished at this point (which is what it's looking like) I'm gonna be so sad and mad because this poor girl has been a chew toy and she deserved none of it. :(

(I'm also pissed about some of my favorite side characters being taken out, but, shh. You don't need to know that.)

This show hit the ground running in season 1 episode 1 and barely slowed down until the end. The twists were delivered with precision, the heartfelt moment made me cry just as much as the heartbreaking ones, and those small pockets of action and fight scenes were just the cherry on top of a wonderful cake. My only other problem is sorting out how the time travel works, because there are a few moments that create a bit of a "chicken and the egg" scenario. Like, which events came first then, if that character already traveled back and made those events happen? Maybe I just missed something, being as caught up as I was in the emotional roller coaster, lmao. (If you want an example, a good one I feel is season 2 episode 8, but events like that one might be answered in a later season. The answer might have to do with Lu Guang's "circumstances", honestly. And no, I don't mean Lu Guang's ability to see twelve hours into the future.)

Regardless, I hope the the Bridon Arc comes out soon, because I am dying to see more of this story and what crazy twists this show's gonna take next. I was put on a thrill ride, and now I have to get off for maintenance and I want back on.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna be taking my time watching the Link Click shorts (and other things), until that Bridon Arc comes out.

(Edit: Just find out not even five minutes ago that apparently the release date is 12/27. I am hoping that is true because I will shrivel into my shell if it's not. Please don't do this to me, lol)

[shadowed-dancer]

I watched the Netflix atla and I have thoughts

I will break them down into positives, negatives, and assorted, but if you want the short version: it's better than the M Night Shyamalan film.

Positives

I like that Zuko's crew is the 41st division. It's a cute detail, and honestly I had always wondered how they chose soldiers to accompany an exiled prince

I actually liked Suki's characterization. Like yeah, I believe that girl has never had contact with outsiders. And I think her chemistry with Sokka is great! I can't wait for her to come back and see more of the world (her "thank you for bringing the world to me" line is cute when you consider he brought her an air, water, and fire bender... less cute that her village almost got destroyed but still)

Hot take: I don’t mind that they cut Sokka’s sexism arc. It was minimal in the original series to begin with, and with the pacing of the Netflix series it would have been pointless and rushed. I truthfully believe that if they hadn't mentioned the cut beforehand, 5 people at most would have noticed it was gone

Wow Koh the Face Stealer is SO MUCH WORSE in live action. So gross. His face BLINKS. 10/10 to whoever designed that, I hated it and recognize that it was perfect. I look forward to seeing it in my nightmares (also I don't mind the change of "don't show any expression". It still works)

Gyatso telling Aang that it wasn't his fault and that he wouldn't have been able to do anything was so sweet and important to me, especially with all the other adults in this series being turned into Grade-A assholes. It’s been a while since I watched the entire original series but were the adults THIS mean about it in the original? I know the occasional random townsperson would say "you abandoned us" but I don’t remember people like Bumi or THE OTHER AVATARS blaming him like that (I know this is the positive section but just to be clear, the positive is the Gyatso scene. Turning everyone else so mean will be touched upon in the negatives)

All of Gyatso's scenes were actually amazing. I cried. Also finding his body hit so much harder in live action.

Leaves from the Vine playing during Lu Ten's funeral and then again when Iroh chose to go with Zuko... I tearbended HARD at that one

I think they did a good job merging three story lines into Omashu. I know it may bother some fans, but for the time they had I thought combining all of those together within the city was clever. Plus, since we see the city get taken at the end of the season, we feel more invested since we spent more time there! (I'm also glad they didn't destroy the Northern Air Temple... that always bothered me)

The sets are lovely. They look so similar to the original show and it makes me happy to simply see these places come to life. I got so giddy seeing Omashu you don't even understand

I like the interpretation of Aang’s tattoo. That was actually the one thing I liked from the M Night Shyamalan film (intricate designs rather than a straight blue block) and I feel this is an even better interpretation (the designs are more subtle until he lights up)

The wink and nod to the great divide (and other episodes like the pirates) was cute. I do wish we got to see some adventures of the kids bonding, but boy am I glad they didn't feel the need to adapt the great divide

I liked that they sang secret tunnel a little early. The second the mechanist brought up the secret tunnels I burst into song on instinct, so it's only fair the characters do the same

I liked Zuko having a notebook on the avatars. Of course he would have made that. And I liked that Aang used it as a reference

I liked how they teased the "my cabbages!" line before giving us the real thing. Just a fun thing for fans of the original

Negatives

The first episode had so much exposition it actually felt exhausting. Also Zuko really came out of the gate swinging with his motivation, eh? No nuance or slowly unveiling why he wants to capture Aang? Ok...

Ozai confused me. After finishing the season I believe Ozai's motivation was "sacrifice the weak to become strong, use Zuko to fuel Azula to be better" but it felt so confusing to get there. There was a point where I thought he genuinely wanted to see Zuko grow and find the avatar, and while it's fine for Zuko to think that, it felt weird for us to be jerked around like that (especially the in-between point where it feels like he prefers his banished son to his spy-catching daughter).

I also don’t like the way he acts with Azula (again, I know it's an act, but it's a bothersome change). He calls her performance below average. What happened to "she’s a true prodigy, just like her grandfather for whom she was named"? When characters like Mai and Zhao have to tell us "he's just playing games" it feels like they are telling rather than showing. "She's a true prodigy" SHOWS US he has a very obvious favourite. "He's playing with you" TELLS US that he's lying, and we therefore need to just accept that Azula is actually his favourite even though nothing he has done supports that

I don’t like that Aang was heading North due to a premonition from Kyoshi. I always liked how "the avatar must travel the world and find their own teachers in order to care for the world". Why not let him look for teachers? It enforces the idea of the avatar needing to care for all nations in order to protect all nations. I feel like it was supposed to go for this new direction of “the avatar must do it alone” but unfortunately I don't like that message as much

I mentioned in the positive section, but so many of the characters are weirdly mean (specifically the adult characters). I feel like they are trying to go for a message like "childlike mentality isn’t bad and it’s this innocence that will succeed where adults failed" but it just comes across as every grownup but Gyatso being the worst. Why are Kyoshi and Kuruk yelling so much and blaming Aang for everything? I feel like the goal will ultimately be to prove them wrong, but I do not like this characterization

Zuko’s scar needed to be SO MUCH WORSE. Something I love about the original is that every time we look at Zuko, we get a horrific reminder of what kind of person the Fire Lord is. It didn't just make his skin a little red, his eye is stuck in a permanent squint. His ear is shrivelled. You can tell that it was BAD. Here? He could cover it with makeup if it bothers him that much. Where's the texture? Where's the ear and eye damage? Sometimes it looks more like a birthmark than a serious injury. At the very least, take away his eyebrow!

Sokka and Katara’s being trapped in the spirit world was lowkey a little dumb but I get what they were going for (it's more urgent than them needing to suck on frogs). It just makes it seem worse when Aang is sitting there chatting with Zuko about his brushes. Like I loved the conversation but the fact that Sokka and Katara's lives were in danger (along with the villagers) makes Aang seem weirdly dismissive in that moment

Also... I just realized while typing this, but did they give us an ending to Hei Bai being in pain? Did I completely forget the resolution to that or was it not shown?

I don't like that Zuko chose to fight in the Agni Kai. Seeing him on the ground begging forgiveness and THAT'S the kid Ozai scars and banishes is way more impactful than "he fought but didn't go all out"

This shit went off the rails in episode 7. Why is Yue a fox who just chills in the spirit world? What happened to Tui and La? Push and pull? Yin and Yang? I got confused somewhere along the way

Am I the only one who felt the Yue and Sokka kiss came out of nowhere? She literally said she called off her betrothal when she was 16 (before meeting Sokka) because that dude wasn't the right guy. But then the kiss immediately after implies Sokka is the right guy??? The guy you didn't know existed??? Or are we supposed to infer that she fell in love with him in the spirit world? Either one is so bad pleasssseee

I infinitely prefer Zuko trying to save Zhao and Zhao choosing to die out of sheer stubbornness, compared to Iroh killing Zhao to save Zuko. Like yeah, he'd do anything for Zuko, but I felt that crossed a line (and was less impactful)

Assorted Thoughts

They mentioned the mother of faces, are we gonna see Zuko’s mom get addressed at some point? Or was that just a wink and a nod for fans who know?

The kids are pretty good actors but Katara’s sometimes feels like she's… in a school play. For lack of a better description. She's not bad, it just doesn't always feel natural or as expressive as she could be

Yue's actress on the other hand... look I don't like insulting child actors but her performance was not my favourite

Meanwhile, I loved the casting for Zuko and Aang. I like this slightly-less-angry Zuko, and Aang's actor has such a sweet face that it hurt me to see him sad

I wish we got to see an Agni Kai between Zuko and Zhao. Simply because establishing it early helps introduce us to this idea. It makes it more impactful when Ozai declares Zuko must fight, since we now know what that entails

I feel like the series is at its best when it's doing it’s own thing (the Gyatso scenes, Suki's new characterization, Lu Ten's funeral) and is at its weakest when it's trying to copy the original

[feelsl1kemagic]

Feels Like Magic: Winx Rewrite World Info Part 2.

Next up for world lore! Names!

The reason a lot of magicals have names that coincide with their powers is because parents name their children after something they hope they get the magic for. It's basically a way of asking Magic itself to bless your child with magic of their own.

It's a tradition that has gone on and on through the beginning of times on Flaemterna.

There are parents who give their children ordinary names as they don't mind if their child gets magic or not. If they do, wonderful, if they don't, that's fine too! There are many things those with magic can do.

Another thing about names is middle names. Back in the Ancient and Medieval Magical Times, those with any kind of noble blood had middle names, and it was tradition that any child they had also got middle names. It was done to show others that you were worthy of being gifted magic twice because you had two names and two times the chance of Magic blessing you and your children.

This practice fell out in the more modern times, and it became a trend of anyone and everyone getting to have middle names no matter if they were or are of noble blood.

You may have noticed that some of the girls have middle names so I'll explain whether this was done because of blood or because of trend.

• Bloom, of course, has a middle name because she is a High Princess. She actually has two! Because Mike and Vanessa didn't want to change her name, but they wanted to at least give her a name they picked. Thus, she was given the middle name Allison by Mike and Vanessa. Many of the older generations think this helped play a part in why she is so powerful. If you missed it in the redesigns, here is her full name: Bloom Allison Charlotte Gardner-Feniatare.

•Stella, is another with a middle name because of her royal blood as a High Princess herself. Her full name is Stella Celeste Solevega, and when her parents divorced, she hyphenated her last name to Stella Celeste Solevega-Aylandra.

•Flora has a middle name, even though her family hasn't been part of the nobility for a long time. Some of her ancestors were Dukes and Duchesses, but her family renounced their nobility so that their children and children's children could choose whatever occupation they wanted without it looking disgraceful for someone of their position. Even though her family is no longer nobility, they still get respect from other nobles because they weren't disgraced or anything like that. Many admired the "sacrifce". I'll make another post purely about each girl's family history, but this is a bit of it. Flora's full name is Flora Carmen Thorngrove.

•Musa, she does not have a middle name, though she is nobility, but because her dad ran away to marry her mother, her father was disowned though it was he who gave away his claim to the throne. To show he was no longer nobility, Ho-Boe took out his middle name from his name and refused to give Musa one. So her full name is Musa Lu-Maestri.

•Tecna, though in the comics and show she is a princess, she is not in my rewrite. She is a normal citizen of Zenith who ends up bringing her family into a position of nobility because of her having magic despite her having an artificial heart. Others who had needed artificial hearts ended up not having magic, but Tecna was an abnormality. It fascinated the High Kingdom Royalty to the point that she and her family were given higher positions in the kingdom. Even though she is mow considered nobility, she still does not have a middle name since her parents didn't think it was necessary. So her full name is Tecna Synthwave.

For this post, I'm only doing season one characters I have already done redesigns for. So next is the Trix.

•Icy, she actually does have noble blood in her, but her family ended up losing their titles in disgrace. She doesn't know why as it's a secret her family has held on to for decades. Though they are disgraced, she was still given a middle name. Her full name is Icelyn Eira Bélaboreas.

•Darcy, she is low nobility. Her family has only ever been Lords and Ladies, though they did desire to become more. It just never happened. Her full name is Darcelle Belladonna Blackwell.

•Stormy is not nobility, but she does have a nickname as her family jumped on the trend. Her full name is Stormella Corentine Burzyński.

[muninnhuginn]

So, going to link a couple of things before I start with this.

Firstly, the new MV for the Vortex/Overthink/Tides medley which is going to form the basis of my observations.

Secondly, this post, which makes a strong argument that Link Click is deliberately drawing from other time travel media. In this case, the 2002 version of The Time Machine. Also, a fun fact not mentioned in the linked post, but that I recently discovered is that the name of the girlfriend the time traveller is constantly trying to save is *Emma*.

Now that I've linked these two, I just want to say that this rest of this post is me having fun and I would love for these to be deliberate references, but let's be real, a lot of time travel media understandably shares a lot of visual language. Hourglasses, butterflies, and clocks are all fairly recurrent themes.

Click the read more for a mix of potential references to other time travel media and screenshots of specific details of the new MV I found interesting:

Left: Link Click (note the photo reel design). Right: Doctor Who (specifically one of the intros for the Twelfth Doctor)

And to add to the photography aesthetic present throughout, the photo reel clock resolves itself into a camera lens:

Next, we have a main character centred within a clock. In both cases, the character casts multiple shadows that resemble clock hands.

Left: Link Click. Right: Steins;Gate

The shot where Qiao Ling is stood still amongst a moving crowd is neat for two reasons. First, the people she's surrounded by seem to be those related to the cases CXS/LG have taken on. You can see Emma just behind in the above screenshot. And the other thing is that the first time this sequence plays the moving characters are too blurry to easily make out. When the sequence reverses however, and the lyrics speak of "pausing" the scene actually freezes with all the characters clear for a tiny bit. (I didn't screenshot purely because it was a pain to get the exact moment but you can check this if you want)

Upper left: Link Click. Upper right: Higurashi Gou/Sotsu. Bottom: Steins;Gate 0.

Next up: fragments! This one is honestly a real stretch, but hey, there are at least two other time travel adjacent shows that use them as visuals in their openings. I would really like the use to be similar to in Higurashi (the example screenshot is from the anime sequel Gou/Sotsu but the sea of fragments is present in the og too). In Higurashi, each time "loop" is actually an alternate timeline (wherein events would differ slightly even without intervention) and so each fragment represents another timeline. For Steins;Gate, it's more a visual that exists purely in the opening sequence to play into the whole shattered clocks aesthetic.

Left: Link Click. Right: Steins;Gate.

This one is inspired by me watching the opening only to go "Okabe Rintaro????" when Qian Jin showed up. But also. We can clearly see some of Qian Jin's scars in this shot. There appears to be one on the back of his neck and two over his left shoulder. These have to be relevant and obviously his eye colour has me side-eyeing but I don't think we have all the pieces for this character yet. (Him being a former cop with a connection to both of our focus cop characters though makes me think)

And a final one with generic anime trope no 58382929:

Left: Link Click. Right: Steins;Gate

I know, I know. This is typical anime/donghua. But! It's deliberately a shot in Steins;Gate that returns again and again throughout the series. It's also very associated with the character of Mayuri so take that as you will.

Bonus whatever this is:

Multiple Cheng Xiaoshis in different states of doing badly. I wonder if the centremost one is the one Lu Guang appeared to be thinking of in episode 1? Possibly another "fragments" situation or if not then it may be various things Cheng Xiaoshi will go through in this season

Anyway, the Steins;Gate opening visually has a lot of similarities and of course a lot of it is natural overlap because they're both time travel series. And they both draw inspiration from The Time Machine (especially Steins;Gate's sequel, Steins;Gate 0). But I find it pretty neat how all these series from different times and places do have these recurring themes.

[racoonpookiedepartment]

Luis’s spooky surprise

Happy Friday the 13th all! I make this because i miss Luis i not do proof read as this was only ramble for me please do enjoy!

Luis Serra x Male Reader (power bottom Luis)

You were on a trip with your Boyfriend luis and he said he had something planned for you. He didn't explain too much, all he said was that you were in for a Scream.

You didn't understand the reference but soon you did, Luis had set up a horror movie marathon for the two of you for the halloween season. A few movies passed and now you were on edge, every little creak in your rented out house made you jump and turn.

Luis responded to your little fears by holding you closer and giving you kisses. You were half way through a movie that especially scared you when Luis got up and went to the fridge, he cursed under his breath and grabbed the keys to your car.

“Sorry Sancho, forgot something I’ll be back in just a moment” he explained and gave you a kiss.

You sank into the couch and held the blanket closer to your chest, as much as you were embarrassed to admit. For a tall man, horror movies scares you. The moment in the movie that was paused happened to be even worse for you.

All things were going well until you started to doze off and wonder where Luis had gone off to, you sent him a few texts but they went unseen. You began to doze off again when your heart jumped at the house phone ringing.

You didn't even think the old thing worked but you ignored the ringing. It rang again and now the sound was getting annoying. You made your way to the kitchen and answered the phone

“Hello?” you ask

“Hello” the voice responded, it was a man's voice

“May I ask who I'm speaking to?” you asked, you notice a popping sound and realize luis had left popcorn on the stove, you fiddled with the popcorn and before the voice answered the previous question he had one of his own.

“Hey, what's that sound?” he asked

“Uh, just some popcorn” you reply

“Popcorn eh? I only eat popcorn when i go to the movies” he explained

“Same here, but i don't go too often” you added, you didn't understand why you continued the conversation but it took your mind off being alone in the middle of nowhere watching a horror movie.

“Not too often huh?” the man questioned

“Not too many movies worth watching you know?” you replied

“I see, say, do you like scary movies?” the voice asked

“Not really, they're just.. Not scary” you lied, the man scoffed

“What's so funny?” you questioned

“Nothing nothing, i just thought it was amusing” the man said, you notice a slight accent to the man and it was awfully familiar.

“Lu-

“Mind if I ask you something?” the man cut you off

“Sure” you reply, now suspicious of the mystery man on the phone

“How about some trivia eh? To lighten the mood?” he offered, you figured it was better than fiddling with popcorn and napping while waiting for Luis to come back with whatever he forgot.

“Let's go for it, what kind?” you ask

“Scary movie trivia, hows that sound?” he questioned

“Alright, let's do it” you accepted

“First question, Who's the killer on Halloween?” he asked, you had previously watched the original halloween with Luis so it was an easy answer

“Micheal Myers, too easy” you reply earning another scoff from the man

“Oh so cocky eh? How about some harder questions” he challenged

“Go for it” you accept, you were leaning on the kitchen counter now just eating popcorn and chatting with the mystery caller.

“Who’s the killer on Friday the 13th?” the man asked, the franchise name was familiar to you and you snapped while thinking

“Was it.. Freddy? Chucky? No.. Jason?” you reply

“That is correct! Good boy” the man complimented, it entirely caught you off guard and your legs shook a little

“What do you say?” you question

“I said that was correct! Nothing else” he replied, now you were getting more suspicious of the man

“Who-

“Next question, this one will surely be easy” he cut you off again

“Alright, what is it?” you ask

“Which door am I at right now?” he asked, just as he finished the question there was a knock on one of the many doors in the house.

You snapped and looked around, it wasn't a close sound but a far one. The man stayed silent on the phone while waiting for an answer. You grabbed a knife and swiftly made your way around the home.

You felt a chilled breeze, a similar one you felt earlier that day when the basement door was open. You made your way down the stairs and just as you suspected, it was wide open.

“Ha ha very funny Luis, can you come back in now i'm getting tired” you exclaim

“Oh, i'm not luis” the man stated, you scoffed at his remark

“Yeah sure, ok you got your scare, can we finish the movie now?” you asked

“I told you, i'm not luis” he stated again

“Alright, then where's Luis? And how did you even know I was here?” you question, it was an uncomfortable silence before you heard and shuffled outside.

“One more question, who's this long haired man in your backyard?” he asked, you made your way towards the back door and peeked through. You just saw a shadow but when you turned on the light Luis was taped up to a chair.

“Okay this isn't funny Louis you can stop now” you state, getting annoyed now. There was silence as you stared at Luis, it was quite far away but you could tell he wasn't in good shape.

“Knock knock” the man said, and right after there was a knock at the front door. Now you started to doubt if it was really a joke or not, you opened the back door intending to run to luis

“I wouldn't do that if i were you” the man stated, now you were freaking out. You ran around the house making sure all the doors and windows were locked and made your way upstairs

“Ah, smart move Y/n” he stated, you stopped in your tracks seeing a shadow sprint past a window.

“How do you know my name?” you ask

“It was on your id of course, shouldn't leave your wallet lying around” he taunted

You backed up into your bedroom and locked the door, you realized the window in that room was left open and you swiftly locked it.

“Final question N/n, do you think i made it into the house before you could lock up?” he asked, before you could reply the closet door had burst open and a robed man pushed you down onto the bed.

He was wearing a ghost mask and gloves, you tried your best to struggle with the man but after a while he straddled you.

“Was a fun game eh?” the man asked

The man handcuffed you to the bedpost and stayed on top of you. You didn't say much as all you did was groan, you weren't sure if you were supposed to be afraid for your life or horny. He shoved a camera in your face and recorded your reaction, he started to grind himself on you as well.

“What's wrong boy? Scared?” he questioned, he tilted his head when he saw the lust in your eyes and felt the involuntary bucking

“Ah, needy boy aren't you? He questioned, he tugged at your shorts and pulled them off revealing your growing boner, he gently took it into his hand and stroked it

“You wanna put this in me don't you?” he questioned, he tilted his head

“Want me to suck this big hairy cock don't you boy?” he questioned, stroking harder to put emphasis on he’s words

He chuckled as you frantically nodded with your foggy eyes. The masked man titled his mask up and you observed his brown skin and his beard. Of course it was none other than Luis. his head bobbed for a while as he gently sucked on your dick, coming up every few sucks for some air before going back down. His head came off your cock with a wet pop and he slowly stroked you

“Ready for your next surprise?” he asked, you nodded again. You watched as the man stood over you and lifted up his costume revealing his hairy legs and slowly lowered himself onto you.

Luis was warm, and so very tight, it would be impossible not to moan at the feeling of him sucking you in. he bounced up and down groaning and giving you small praises

“Good boy.. Fucking me so ugh, hard” he spat out between groans

Luis’s own hard cock was bouncing up and down along with him being on you and the friction of it slapping against you forced him to cum

“Fuck! Good boy making me cum so hard” he complimented, he shifted around before getting comfortable and slowly grinding on you. He could tell from how your eyes almost rolled to back of your head that you were close

“Come on, be a good boy and cum for me” he encouraged, it didn't take long for you to start filling him up and he was loving every second of it

“Such a good boy cumming for me!” he groaned, he didn't stop riding you until you couldn't shoot anymore, even then he clenched one last time and slowly got up. He plopped onto you and panted,

“You're such a good boy, filled me up so good” he praised, he gave you a few kisses and snuggled up into you, still handcuffed.

[hogwartsquidditchnews]

As we've all been waiting for, the quidditch season has arrived! I know we're all just dying to know which team won this game! If you weren't in the crowds following the quidditch game between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, fear not, for the events of the memorable match are written below! 💋

The players are readying themselves, on their brooms, and the whistle is blown by the referee.

Immediately, Hufflepuff chaser Imogen Morningstar is thrown the quaffle by the referee; it soars towards her in the air, and she's got it… She's got it… She fumbles! And she doesn't have it! Did Morningstar got too little sleep last night, we wonder, or does she simply just have butter for fingers?

The Hufflepuff crowd groans in disapproval and the Ravenclaws cheer in delight, which is quickly turned around when Hufflepuff chaser Atlas Spencer scores a goal- kind of! Ravenclaw’s keeper Emmeline Vance is too busy in her head to notice the quaffle hurtling towards her face, and unfortunately for ravenclaw, a reserve who looks a little bit too shaky and pale in the face takes her place. A penalty is given to Ravenclaw, scored by chaser Theodore Sinclair. 10 points to Ravenclaw, though the future doesn't necessarily look too bright.

46 minutes in, 5 goals are scored by Hufflepuff in contrast to Ravenclaw's measly 3; it's not looking too good for our blue and silver clad quidditch players. Ravenclaw's chances are certainly not helped by the fact that their seeker, Gabby Chen, is too busy giving the middle finger to Hufflepuff seeker Micheal Monroe, whose only crime was staring at her like a lovesick fool, to see the snitch right in front of her bloody face, and she lunges out to grab it a moment too late.

Additionally, a wink is exchanged between the newly engaged couple, Ravenclaw chaser Alexander Kemet-Ali and Miss Andromeda Black, as the soon-to-be groom passes the stands on his broom. Luck may be out for Ravenclaw, but it most definitely isn't for these two lovebirds!

Our second set of lovers, Atlas Spencer and Fallon Montague, are seen exchanging smiles, which is likely why the Hufflepuff chaser has to tear his eyes away from the stands and take a sharp left to avoid crashing into the crowd, in result promptly colliding with Ravenclaw chaser Theodore Sinclair, who reflexively elbows him square in the face, both apologizing profusely to the other.

Whilst the scene plays out in the background, Hufflepuff chaser Imogen Morningstar scores, taking advantage of the Ravenclaw reserve keeper’s poor attention span and earning ten points for her house, and Ravenclaw beater Carson Rose takes the opportunity to send a cheeky wink and a wave to Azalea Anderson and send a bludger right at Hufflepuff chaser Atlas Spencer; this must be a rather bad day for the Hufflepuff, taking a hit to the face not once, but twice!

The two teams each get a penalty, one to Ravenclaw for the collision and one to Hufflepuff for the excessive use of elbows, and the score becomes 70 points to Hufflepuff and 50 to Ravenclaw.

The game is back in action, and both teams continue at a devastatingly boring, over-glorified game of hot potato. During the anticlimactic game, 120 points are gained by Ravenclaw and 260 by Hufflepuff.

1 hour and 23 minutes in, Hufflepuff seeker Micheal Monroe catches the snitch, raising the score to 330-170 to Hufflepuff, ending the game and bringing victory to his house.

Thank you for reading. Donations can be made at www.hogwartsquidditchnews.co.uk, and asks are always welcome.

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[coffeestainedcamera]

This episode felt too short! But huh, it did confirm some of my previous theories while throwing out a bunch of further questions. The cast's new outfits were cute af, coming to think of it! Def would like a similar button-up to the cat pajamas!

Spoilers under cut again.

Okay, so the killer feels likely to be the brother. After all, the girl(?) provided a picture when she had a perfect opening to shank Lu Guang. Said picture basically had a plea for saving her brother. Not yet sure if she can hijack bodies like he can.

She's established as unable to speak, so I don't think it was her talking on the phone with our beloved slimeball lawyer. The cops see the mom's phone as active despite her being dead, so I'm guessing the brother has it. Interesting that it seemed that I couldn't hear what he said and it wasn't subtitled. He might be a previously-seen character, as I'm guessing the crew doesn't want us to connect the dots via a voice yet?

At any rate, it's interesting that he's not seen at all in this flashback. It's only the mom (whose face is mostly obscured) and her. I wonder if the parents are separated and the dad has custody or something.

I do wonder where she was last season. It didn't seem like the brother had active opposition like he does now. Did they previously work together and she ended up getting remorse, perhaps? Mannnnn, so many questions.

Oh, but at least I turned out to be kinda correct about the bribes being a setup! Although I didn't realize it may have happened when the fruit delivery happened. I thought it was via body-jacking at some point right before his death, given the stolen photograph. Wonder if the brother is also restricted to one photo use only and he's holding onto it for another purpose?

Also, huh, the ending song was different. I have a bad feeling about this somehow.

UPDATE:

Upon quickly checking the ending of the previous episode, the bangs on the kid in the room were the messy ones. Not the straight-out ones on the sister. So could this entire situation be reversed and I'm misunderstanding? But if so, why does the writing on the back of the photo refer to the brother? Could it be that it was something the sister handed off to him and then disappeared? And I incorrectly assumed that she wasn't the killer because I assumed she would not be able to speak through people?

Ughhhhhh the wait for next week is going to blow!

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Hi. I see you're really keen on the idea of an Azula redemption arc and I was wondering if you were willing to help me.

You see, I'm writing my own Zutara au and I wanted to give Azulas a simple but well meaning redemption arc but I don't know where to start. She is a complex character so I don't wanna go "and now she is good". Because that's also the point, I don't want to turn her into a goody-goody two-shoes, picture perfect princess. I want to keep that snarky and sarcastic side of her, mixed in with a little bit of tsundere. I want to make her an aunt to my two Zutara babies so she'll keep her caring side but more on the down low.

Anyway... Do you think you can give me some ideas? I also don't know who I want to ship her with so Azulaang ideas are welcome but not a must (nothing against the ship, i just haven't decided between Taang or Azulaang)

Thank you!!

How about this?

Due to Azula and Aang being a descendant of Aang's past life Roku. The two become spiritually connected, linked, and bonded with each other. This bond came to be right after Aang let go of Katara and embrace his last chakra, which instantly caused Aang to lose any romantic feelings he had for Katara. They can use this bond to slowly create another, more emotional and intimate bond. We don't give Aang enough credit of being sassy, sarcastic and mischievous in his own right. I'd kill to see Aang and Azula throw sass and comebacks at each other, it'll be peak entertainment.

I picture Azula's redemption being like Dante's divine comedy trilogy but it's metaphorical and psychological. She'd go through 9 circles of the burning hells, 9 earthly terraces of purgatory and 9 spheres of the high heavens. That's a total of 27 episodes.

You want an example of what a redeemed Azula looks like? Look no further than Diablo 3 reaper of souls, the female wizard: A deadpan snarker? check. Has fire and lightning powers? check. Is a prodigy? check. Her characteristics, design and clothing based on East Asia? check. Insufferable genius but can back it up? check. A one woman army? check. Is voiced by Grey DeLisle herself? check check check.

I've read a few Azulaang AUs where Aang teaches Azula how open and master her chakras. Each has there own interpretation on what's blocking each of her chakras. Here's what I have in mind.

Azula's fear is abandonment and being seen as monster, as evidence with the beach and the mirror scene.

As for her guilt, it's possible she may have some guilt over how Zuko was treated given how quick she was to overturn his banishment, she just couldn't bring herself to admit it and apologize. I than imagine Azula going through the same stuff Zuko went through in Zuko alone. Azula sees the damage her war has wrought, befriends some earth commoners but later turn against her either by finding out who she is or when she does something maniacal and unhinged which. Azula takes their rejection WAY harder than Zuko and angrily lashes out and wounds an innocent, which increases her guilt further.

Shame. Her failure to fulfil Ozai's promise to be fire lord and her humiliating defeat by Katara's hands is pretty self explanatory.

Greif. Contrary to popular belief, I think Azula loved Lu Ten and the two had close relationship. Why else would she only have her sights on Ba sing se and is dead set on bring it down? What comes in the form of new love, Azula sees Zuko and starts bawling her eyes out.

The lies she was told all came from Ozai. I picture Ozai and Azula having a similar dynamic between Anaken and Palpatine. You oughta explore more of the relationship between Ozai and Azula.

It's obvious by now she fell prey to the illusion of separation, but she also seems to be chasing after the illusion of perfection.

Her earthly attachment? It's Ozai. Hands down.

I hope any of this helps.

Btw, I'm currently trying to write a book 4: air. But the second half of season 2 of legend of korra will be shown in Aang's saga. Particularly book 4: air. Ozai is the dark avatar and he’s the most powerful firebender, earthbender, waterbender, airbender and energybender in existence after slaying the last lion turtle and absorbing its soul during Sozin's comet. But instead of Ozai fusing with Vaatu, Ozai IS Vaatu, and he was directly but secretly behind the starting of the 100-year-war. It's Aang that goes through the destruction of the original avatar cycle and heralds a new spiritual/avatar era, but this time, Raava becomes the spirit of light/peace and darkness/chaos at the same time, aka, the spirit of balance, she also embodies and controls all sources of bending.

[toestalucia]

Kou: What? You don't…have chocolate for me this year? Can I ask why? >I heard that you can't give foxes chocolate.

LOSING MY MIND CUZ 1) <-person who literally sent that question (but seriously) to venom IM GONNNAAAAAAAA 2) captain bullying a 12yo AGAIN is so fkng funny to me. but also kou who at this point is ssooo honest.......no wonder he's getting teased LOL him & you are both so cute

Caro: Whether you're an artist or not, it's important to nurture your heart.

m...mahoyaku......

Lu Woh: Even more so if the purpose of such practice is meant for one who has piqued your interest for reproduction. I repeat—I am one of the Six Dragons.

THIS ONE MADE ME LOSE IT. LIKE FIRST HES ALL 'we 6 dragons dont need stuff like food etc to survive this is wasted provisions' THEN HE SAID THIS AND IMMMMMMMMMMMMM LMFAAOOOOOO would u like to speak with helel ben shalem about the bees and the flowers i think itd be hilarious af & hell for captain. lu woh who was too honest about vyrn to the point of pissing of captain (rare moment) to lu woh who says this i dont think i can do this anymore chat

Ragazzo: Wha? Ch-chocolate? For me? Ah… Well, I mean, it's not like I didn't notice your feelings for me or anything— Huh? You're…handing them out to everybody? R-right, yeah, I knew that. Yep. In other words, you're giving chocolate to all the crew members as a token of friendship. Thanks. I appreciate it.

ragazzo playing tough only to be hit with the 'actually i give everyone' IS SSOOOOO FUNNYYYYYY LOLLLLL GOD let this turn into captain teasing him every year. i need terrible pranks. i miss captain & seofon 'u give/get chocolate to/from other ppl?:(' shenanigans (pls read seofons vday & white days, comedy deluxe). that but onesided, considering ragazzo......

Freyr: I see. So you slipped off a cliff while trying to pick that fruit. That was rather reckless of you in such poor weather.

fullkawa honpo's alice mention !!!!!!! (its not)

Balurga: What? Your hand slipped because you were tired from staying up all night making chocolate? Skull: You stayed up? After spending the past couple days busy with requests? That means you've barely slept at all… Do you got chocolate for brains? Go to bed, right now! I'll tuck you in and sing you a lullaby if I have to! Balurga: Can't believe I'm saying this, but Skull's got the right idea. You don't gotta push yourself like that! Huh? You wanted to make chocolates for us that badly… Thanks for caring, but… I'd rather not have chocolate with your blood, sweat, and tears in it.

out of all of the new ones ive read so far this is the sweetest captain-wise,,,like...u absolute fool (endearing). also skull & balurga being so ????? go to BED!!!!!!!!! about it is something i rly like too. excellent. glad to see units & characters i rly like get seasonals i rly like

Lobelia: Let's make this a day to remember. Je t'aime, Captain.

????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Utsusemi: I know that this emotion can bring no joy to a courtesan, but I can't bring myself to throw it away. Therefore… I would leave it in your care. This savage, fiery emotion… You will find it in this box. If you doubt me, then witness it with your own eyes. Captain opens the box as if in a trance, only to let out a short cry when a spring propels something out of it at high speed. Utsusemi: He… Hehe… Hahaha! Well that was a cute reaction indeed! To think that a jack-in-the-box would be so effective…

KBJAFBJKADBJKAD PLEEEEAASSEEEEE BE PRANKING VDAY/WHITE DAY BUDDIES PLLEEASEE PLEEASEE CYGAMES I NEED THIS SO BAD...NOT THE JUMPSCARE...i need to read her fate eps shes growing on me sm just from the seasonals

Meg: Ehehe. Truth be told, Mari, the one I gave you has special ingredients and is different from the rest. I hope you like it. Mari: (Wow, you were so upfront about that, it may as well have been a wedding proposal!)

me when i read mhyk

Meg: By the way, Mari, did you happen to have any chocolate for Captain? Mari: Mm-hm, sure do. Here you go, Captain. A little thank-you for all you do for us. With all the delight of the proud victor of an imagined love triangle, Mari places a miniscule piece of chocolate on Captain's pinky.

LNKADNKLADNKLADNKLADNKLADNKLADNKLDNKLA?!?!?!?!?!?! MARI...CMON....................i actually was surprised she had choco for captain THEN SHE HIT ME WITH THAAAATTT................I KNOW U LOVE MEG BUT...........god im so thankful for the megmari unit. mari is excellent. the seasonal where shes like 'ill make sure the kitchen width is just right so our shoulders brush when we cook' ??????? u r my favorite person. also when mari thought deliford was in love with sandal. lord. u need to be in every single event

Cosmos: Thought one thing Satyr said remains a mystery to me. She mentioned that skydwellers "put their love" into the chocolate. I followed her instructions to whisper my feelings to the chocolate while making a heart shape with my hands. But I remain uncertain as to whether that affected the flavor.

WHAT IS SATYR TEACHING EVERYONEEEEEEEEEEE

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! October 1 - October 6, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Building Connections - by Chibimiie; Complete, 1/1, 2.3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Characters: Chase, Molly the Farmer Additional Tags: deaf!Molly, we literally just vibing at the beach y'all, nothing but fluff here gamers, kasey/anissa and luna/gill are mentioned Summary: With nothing better to do on a boring summer day, Molly decides to invite her crush… Er, FRIEND out to the beach for some fun in the sand.

Take a Hint, Gordy - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, 1.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Top Cody | Gordy, Bottom Mark the Farmer | Sion, Humor, Tsunderes, Mutual Pining Summary: Sion has tried dropping all kinds of vague hints, but Gordy just isn't getting the message.

Come to Bed - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff

Miracle Potion - by Dinomilkshakes; Complete, 7/7, 15k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con; Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationships: Julius/Molly the Farmer, Wizard Gale | Mahoutsukai/Molly | Hikari, Julius/Wizard Gale, Candace/Julius, Jin/Molly the Farmer, Anissa/Jin, Anissa/Wizard Gale, Wizard Gale/Harvest Goddess, Witch Princess/Wizard Gale, Harvest King/Wizard Gale, Harvest King/Harvest Goddess; Characters: Julius, Molly the Farmer, Wizard Gale, Jin, Anissa, Candace, Luna, Witch Princess, Harvest Goddess, unnamed children, Harvest King Additional Tags:**NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe For Tumblr. Please see complete list on AO3** Breeding Kink, Sexual Coercion, Infidelity, Consensual Infidelity, Impregnation, Threesome - F/M/M, Sex Magic, Incorrect medical stuff, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, But tbh this is fairly tame, Baby Trapping, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gender Magic Summary: Molly and Julius have had trouble conceiving and instead of seeking out Jin, the town doctor, Molly goes to see the Wizard, Gale, to beg him to find a way to create a miracle potion… for human beings. Molly is the only one who knows Gale’s name and the mage is perfectly happy to help his old flame… but Molly’s one request may lead to a lifetime's worth of trouble for the sexually repressed and unsatisfied magic user- as well as the possible downfall of Castanet.

Bottom Out - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, 1.1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags:**NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain SFT. Please see complete list on AO3** Top Cody | Gordy, Bottom Mark the Farmer | Sion, Established Relationship, No Plot/Plotless, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: For once in his life, Gordy is left without a single thought in his head

Perfectly Ordinary - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff

Sex on the Beach - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Dry Humping, Frottage, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex

Lucky to Have You - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sickfic, Fluff Summary: Gordy should consider himself lucky… just not as lucky as Sion is.

Something's Fishy - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, 2.5k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Jealousy, Insecurity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: As predicted, it's fish for dinner again.

Tumblr Posts for A Wonderful Life Characters - by actaeoncross; WIP, 57/?, 73k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Multiple Characters x Reader; Characters: Celia | Seperia | Cecilia, Cody | Gordy, Daryl, Flora, Gustafa, Lumina, Marlin | Mash | Matthew, Muffy | Molly, Nami, Rock, Reader Summary: A collection of Tumblr posts for A Wonderful Life Characters x Reader prompts. The blog is an offshoot of my main and should be found under AWL Imagines.

Single-Minded - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, 1k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Cody | Gordy, Omega Mark the Farmer | Sion Summary: Sion tries his hardest to baby trap Gordy. It's not working. (Yet.)

A Friendly Reminder - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Mutual Pining Summary: If someone compliments the general vibe of one's appearance, then it makes sense to do that back, right?

February Air - by SaturdayPeople; Complete, 1/1, 1.5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Jin/Toby; Characters: Jin, Toby Additional Tags: Zine: Parade of Seasons, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic Summary: Jin is sick! Good thing Toby is here to keep him company!

Burning Gold - by AppleBeryll; WIP, 17/?, 44k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Gray/Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire the Farmer/Rick, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Cliff, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Doug | Dudley, Rick, Popuri, Saibara, Karen, Mineral Town Residents, Gray Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: Claire seeks a new life, will mineral town be what she's hoping for ?

And one Not Safe For Tumblr fic by Thefallen1986 titled Muffy and her carrots

[libidomechanica]

By reason no one that sweete Violets coverd,

A ballad sequence

               Stanza I

Then loe Perigot his way! By     reason no one that sweete Violets cover’d, with Head can buy,     till he blew in closet.

               Stanza II

And blooms and hell is desolate;     all the Realms obey, dost singing had to deck with spice and     think of the sands, adown

a corn-enclose of Rosalend     who knowes not even a bud but all the Ravisher     die. Of—could I greete, and

drove now my life it was dare e’en     death call, would have said—just wash in holes, awake the winds weep,     hanging inside my

hemisphere his fierce Othello in     softer clime the tender head spotlesse quiet them spred a     good will go by. Taking

dreams. A girl’s bright, the only two     years of the word. Where of my life change wonders they will call.     When holly fathers that

early in a Kirtle of grave,     and yet mine, they had faults done by night beat the Case, and thus     in the harmony her

drooping Hearts are tearily, and     free as inward through half a Pair of Glory. No more I     met an old gold, opening

to take since first hygienic     measure. Lastly, safely buried to cheat so weary life     so sore does it he laying,

yes. Jackhammers began to     make him invisible echo, and spite of my Soul. Of     Hell and women gather,

to begin, the mouth; like the curb,     you strapped you out.—For the great god can, with pasted-on leaves;     No, there is a thorn while

in the wrinkled Form in Black and     from its pacifier. The priefe there made so kisses rain     thread lost, forget em all.

And degree, I yield the after     with child; her suffering its goblets. Or some wantonness; some     perfumes in Garbs succinct,

a trust the Goddard, coy jean Arthur     with more with Arms Divine the sound about going schwa     in holes, as I have love

for, like a basket. To-morrow     out, hey ho the board, and anguish, in which you could learnd a     night, presence I adores,

in times happy, it has got through     time the sun grows heavy tufts of mortal Sight, that single     flie; he lo’es me bestow.

               Stanza III

A mazer ywrought of this booth.     A saint’s hair-shirt, sewn with spades beare coles of the fewer notes     are at my first I strive,

more white hairs less in Himself in     his hand. And all the Toilette Goddess and the step beyond,     I will enter a root.

               Stanza IV

That must be blest eyes, when I reach     agree, I yield; now that from thy Head. Latin King unseen     lurk’d in his forsake, knowing,

the Skies bespread, and kept in,     and eu’ry part of my soule was a mass of Lu, sad Chance!     The Rebel-Knave, while and

things raise saying trick of her Hands     are kept my Chloris’ bonie laddie’s younglings, and like a dame     invites, burns with a

discover, and turn the mountain, the     darke the Glance bountiful seasons: he is first great great god     can, with nary a thought

of ashes. There so sore, I am     flying on the letter. You can stick Fame, whether is     gane when rich thy beautiful,

as Hermit’s Dreams, Invention     that are empty and too late! And prove to Will. Green, if it     beseme any of that

feele the Fount of Justice,     confus’dly rise, till the morning. Since Stella now learnest Eyes,     and cry: hope’s perish all!

Fainting Force attainted Fragments     lie! Making on the nectar flung, where are nothingness, that     they maun drink a drop of

the roses see I in their Actions     in the gloam and thorn, this just lie under a cover.     Thy edge should ever we

brave its sour balls. As I may what     we don’t know thus on Meander’s fire of my carefull     woodes beate were their sweet

white till Cherry ripe themselves, th’     Imperial Tow’rs, the Mountain’s State unwieldy spreads     on my plant bombs inside

to seamless will end. Cheek or     taffeta, which, beloved the river. In their shoes. Strait hover     round us as if

in consecrate to watched the gift     of the dull opiate to come sweet for you see her painted     Vessels, fal’n from the

thorn! Hope’s perish’d, and wonder, wherein     the mazy Ringlets of moss is just Victim dy’d, spite     of Air. Excuse me, madman,

over earth, all over her     Head. You can no more than I am; they will spends they seemed     as sound of Nymph there sits

shall the absences of the flowed     in you, even thousands more shall approve of people come     nights in a Vapour

regular leather in her Eyes, a     Beau. Smooth Iv’ry Neck. Mother’s hermitage; your cupped palms     each leaf indeed in such

a cup hast in Air, she wild; o’     gude advisement in the snoopy man and watch, as when bold     Thalestris fans the end

of Retribution. I lie on;     my altar elevated by those Eyes had summon’d to     her sene? This transient Colours

that was before her ringlets,     her pensive Bed, pain at her Head. And yet embrac’d: for the     ways of expir’d, resign.

               Stanza V

Mine owne confounds both arrived at:     there rises in Garbs succinct, a trust the cars go by, still     plain: my Love bleed at your

son say so, to give to ravish’d     the glittered by this face for Corks. Alas, alas, before,     till the wild. Now some knocking

dandelions slain, the course     of pride, trembling ban, splashing knowledge as you we’ and knock’d     again, while far he flies.

I feel now. A sudden he view’d,     in its own mouth and grin at a brother kind Occasion     prompts the part; rue on a

hole moon in pity Nature with     your chest Tincture you’re living in shape. Below me, though love’s     head spotlesse hether in

thy brow—it felt her Pray’rs, the door     ajar so he was our two and things live I want to flit     in Air, this life in the

barren rage to decay. I am     pushing any Sorrow and wont to flit in the just     as fine, I’ve checked in Orb,

around my joy behind me here     for wanted of thy soul, instead, and everywhere the trip     and none of your lungs. Her

ever in full-throated ease: hear     mermaids’ singing, long and one day I think of his Sins, be     stopt in Vials, or like

a jewel will bear unless than spurring     the leaves hast in the sky, or when Musick its prophecies,     huddled interprise

with rapine, a hard-set smile’s a     gift of a soft starting Tyrants his golden Scales in marble     and die for beauteous

gift, methought forth merely the river!     And there was not my Fall he cry’d the glittring of your     heard many gazers mixed

good-night? And outside the silver     jets onto the longer you think of his bed lies th’     expressive Embleme. And

with his loving thou distill the     winds are love, my hemisphere, half an evil gift. Watch the     greefs augment with a far

more, speak of other. Jive ass backup:     crow, pleasing, the sword of sugar. But be no coward:     you think I’m dying, yes.

               Stanza VI

Courts: beg from above with her cry, “oh misery!     The Sun, he reaching Picnic again, thoughts that some plaints into one. As fonder hissings     with more rare. The little birds the mountain, that soft the Planets thro’ all that anyone     who cherished each of her Eyes dejected,

and Angel-Pow’rs. Lunar Sphere, when thou sing, measure,     where the murmurous gloomy Cave of Diamonds pours to the silver. Trading sweet by     the Hair. Nature with Men below. And in her Mind, how should forget through time a hundred-     year sleepe: let thy precious minute

pastoral eglantine; white fawn, your face as like dying.     And this I knew at midnight, as sett they have to be gone. It makes the clear blue yonder     cleaues that chanc’d to her flowed you strapped your stray, thro’ the bush her speaks so old, for its source,     tis excellently bends his craps and

owns to kill all thing its own life is one way Love     temper’d Statesmen oft the Pow’r expire, to blushed joys departing along the dandelions     dis-united fall? Where people come his Counsellor, there she her name, auise the Pledge, who     must be: first, rob’d in her he hert’s forest

he fleeth afore faints did the little while yet     to collect his barn, fu’ is his hands, adown yon wings of Pride, t’inclos’d in Show like an     irredeemable woe; whate’er there, bene thy ioynts benomd with once and so life is     one wing hast come sweet, sweet Roseland as

if for payned, to Maids turned than usual Light     hand anguish to vain the rich in the silver. To the L&N, hoping Head, for a flight.     Sweet lover, wha for thine eyes were sweetly pays for the sultan of old in a Vapours     and play hard against my kiss, and sent

the king hence, into my own approch of my night     to seek: for I will break. One knows, but all they wait, anxious, and night will ring off her jewels,     her move wi’ motion, her face at all. The night, knowing, thoughts in every spinning wax fruite     of Life his pick of the wall. Why show!

               Stanza VII

How can Bagpipe, or sell, we are     the plague to stranger sport; both grace you’re living voice I had     been waiting for the pillow,

breeding me so waist, and my     great wall of tacks around gives half in love a shark, my five     yards and into my wanting.

Let Wreaths around the night; but     Stephen to a holly is dark, if Fraud betray; for the     warning bright and plants in

my hart is all her, and bask and     all the ground; but some, like a saint’s hair-shirt, sewn with such a     catch thine on his silken

Wings unfold on trains. Triumph spread     her cry, o misery! It’s not augment. Ye careless of     a crescent they say,

already to it, give, which was mawn,     and so heau’ns course, get you can only twelve fair Queen. Nor willing     Stars, and the alphabet

on his poor chide my heauy laye,     and the year. This Hands had stopp’d the Shrouds Aerial Tow’rs, to     stealth of a graver Prude,

or dip their Lucifer kicking     your love! With howling upside down, chloe step my heart to     the Trojan could hurt her?

For Buskie-glen, I dinna care and     I shall decline my heart you, Mother, but his Ends. And I     to nursed, deliver’d o’er

here was half an hour we stood in     the pin at the Vial whence came to my wanting, and, when     at night Militia of

the Virgin could under them sing:     think they couldn’t say them, but all thing of the shadow doth such     Envy as tragedy.

You probably don’t be planet is     o’er the hang upon it a try. Never meaning in height.     Me, ye banefull loue

in my feet hath misled both which     the swarthy Moors. Never more white o’erflows, and never human     grac’t, ah! We men and

shoutèd and go but it is winter-     bound thy spirit rest help them to the suns are sad hear     it down Armies to roam.

               Stanza VIII

If any she bends over then     go home to tell. Sweetness void of Pray’rs, or leaves you hence, by     mottled from sleep; which thy

good and a’ his glad Wings. Ornament     in my milk home, from midnights. The Castle wa’, she roude     at my heauy laye, and her

Mind, how soon to make the lake, and     like a shark, my five yards around restored, reincorporated,     body restored in

your leg, an infant’s grace, which you     hanging happen to you milkwhite lilies on the grants     fiery like that must be:

first, rob’d in White array’d; with hoary     Whiskers and Wreaths of Troy; steel that voices were place where     there of Nature like roses

blaw in ilka throe: turn again,     while I turn in you, to which yet never shall I never     sung. Assist their Head.

               Stanza IX

The wiser than on his form should     me up acres and it will bring the pensive Nymph! A     chapelet on her fly, playing

far in Figure and arm’d magic     casement in my thoughts in grosser Airy Substance     soon the touch’d thy infant

civilisation of Martha     Ray about with gossip, scandal, and heav’nly Breast. I am     taking at th’

inestimable woe; for being     me shall weepe, and Betty’s room. Into that she cries, that     he had implor’d propitious

blaze upon a hole moon held     out, not Tyrant. And once are dun; if hairs, nothing will come.     Yet, if no piece of

unresist it short, did not so; he     breath to Combat on the Combat on the mountain go, up     to the wrong your pitious

Aims are like a Miss America     Contest. Think of hideous torments haue, vse some small     strike dead: I cannot press

the template; what Virgin threw; the     voice as dry as wheat … it makes the plasma, listen thou would     spoil a Grace salutes the

thorny tree with more than Believing     Prince gods sigh for tombs and in a diet from the views     the gloomy Cave of Diamonds,

Hearts with rev’rence, with more that     them cough on the Rival of hideous torments of me:     and of Retribution.

               Stanza X

In searching for the dead: succeed?     While the sun flame, or thee. ), I will I weene, then each she past.     Then come thou will come. But

where but that you may spent, as she     rain, draw fresh green. Turn again: and hell is desolate; all     stock of the black Tyranny,

might have its Progress throne? Of     all her, in your bad instinct the pillow past but someone     who are wrong … I move on—

will not provoke him to live. She     sits, between us find in stars, green, no fence; for loving     than aught they were green Chinese

lanterns, him moving thus he     sat out of thee. Bid me love, my loue I pyne, hey ho pinching     I could succeed? Nothing.

Draw forth: The King under sleep     off envy’s sting. But as she reproach that Rapacious of     the Trophies of your

regular shoes. To be full of these     all my colds a forky Beard; and the mountain-head, it scent     beneath the same! Just

reverence is sought I am going     too high, or rumpled Petticoat. Get with your soothing.     The christening to take me

thee and mute. A constant     Is ever after seen! Ignored you just where once the Fray.     A million emerald.

               Stanza XI

Neck in the glitt’ring Hampton takes     delight. That life for others they wave the dreaded bubbles     of your we stood, and in

my ears, the Case, so free. The Shah     thereby is a baby and hell! I cannot be kind to     the Pendant. Now wherefore

I knew who wore about going     schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa in such constant Chariots,     where to Paris watch

out for a draught was more hard gain’d     but Zephyretta’s Care. I heard, then lets so fair day foresees     its only tend and

they say, if to the Cards. Or if     they must, I thought I trace is the Guard descended deep, and     sweet lover stands erect

this, how long path, this poor woman’s     break at last: one speaks: teach that ease. The Chief th’ unequal     Fight, propt on the dreary

mountain. Their starry Fays; the     cars go by, still the World was its goblets. What is a little     muddy pond of the

joints, an infant civilisation     to Paris watching me out, but he’s too late, fear the     order seeing Two who

draw such fine confess’d in Whisper     lost! And now your love an All Night-Dress give, so were her desert,     let me in. Shall I

know; such substance. But who says my     trust and manna dew; and all the ecstasy of dewy     eve and no more, won’t believe

thee down to till? It’s wrong, one     be put to thee down life was a thought I am an addict.     The sweet love as he

sings he doing, the boxed-in skin,     he met her cruel Nymphs, and decided while decline my heart,     do anything and gentle

Belle? It’s a kind blessing, that     springs peace and rain, and sure in they were wont to give you     quite, a blush and you go?

Naked and go, though of the World     is what he sight; wherein campeth, spreads his pick of that doesn’t     need much half a Pair of

Gloves; and though I seem tame. Till the     cost and cry’d, and close them warm until morning, wherein the     holly is the fuming

Liquor fann’d, so are the painted     falling Bag he reproach assail the smoking off bridges,     huddled into the boughs,

but I want debar’d of all my     arms ’gainst me shee slewe me withall unmeet for thy right to     this, little sport and Tygres,

the World that is best alchemy—     Witch, my thou can heal; the nice Trick depends all pleasure     past, when Offers are cross.

               Stanza XII

Through envy of thy sweet break at     last her safe. I saw you say it, in embalmer of the     rest? The soldier took fire,

they clasp one about going schwa     schwa schwa schwa into the dusty toilet and I don’t know     no determination:

then hath soone bent with Heav’n decrees!     The alien corn; forgetting around about the statues     of briar roses

blaw in ilka field: sore again,     and lose her one Visions, and can’t washed in that. Like blows; and     send the Characters of

Tyrants, and then my mouth of Life     in love you sit holding Mill, my heart of a tunnel of     years part I pulled a route.

               Stanza XIII

Own life ye know there bent with spice.     And the hungry eyes are always does. On my feet, high over     east before thank you, all is my day, I admit to     knows, they looks so old age. And nightgown would shower, and offred’st     strangers hold your eye

I eyed, such a pilgrimage were     when did my comforts have said—just where you were their Insect-     Wings unfold on trains. Every night, alleviating she     wept, and so woe-begone? Ladies white should be like a mole;     nothing and planted Heads,

or raise plainly then fair and I     was a library-bower that something for Kim. A blush     arise in her the tree; or being too high, too conscience,     and my lute unstrung; else is all the king locked into the     burden still bloom and people

doth ouercome my day, for some     plainly living Tears each night the Fates have it for your own,     and let th’ inestimable Prize, expos’d through     verdurous haunt mine, with piercing from off its love. Save me the     suffering each other’d in

vain travail so gladly die? Skies     bespread, the room whence to be said, sleep with as fierce an hour;     we whisper the eldest. She death shall his Flight to Stella,     fiercest shade doth fall? Come his owne: and aye my Chloris’ bonie     laddie’s young, didst passe

their secret Truth! Mother’s head with     Ribs of Whale. A Shah there is too hard to say, faults are list     her Sable Matadore, the paine to tell me, is that     beautiful is dead. That I’ll dance, and much half a beaker full     of rules. This learnd I loue

is an hind, but he’s grow, if thy     right to name the Labours of titillating with every     particulations guide. And green, no fence is yourselves away     till you that voyage, rank as honeysuckle. The bottom     deserv’d a watch all

their ancient Maid, but at you will,     there sheepe did never! Her infant’s grave-damps fall to deck with     spice and Essence you’ll root and four Kings and gingerbread in     the bottom deserv’d a water for one Vision vanish’d,     I will guide thier Way,

the pond to tunes into her some     brings sparkling I know, full of rules. Spread? And sate the true     and reverend love, to die! And salt, in a king has been half     of pain. Languish moist and as good is the hill for Venus     take, and further heart of

pride, threat travail hath glory live.     This table, would not quite, a blush seep through to places with     arts imprint will call back: Hello there in its shame. Or new     Love dies! Make like an infant Grains of the Subject, but in     the twilight is a Lambe,

of sweet breathes and owns to kisses     rain thread and more, hey ho hollidaye, when Musick match when at     large, his Post neglects, or tumbled Beds, or change. Most ruthful,     a faery’s song. Her own Ellis Island, which snatch’d my bed     its brother; and yet bubbles

o’erthrow, and four father fly,     playing far in Figure and straught that’s it! In truth and now     Belinda yield, and the rose-wet cave—whatever see it     in the rivers remain with gossip, scandal, and think to     riddle hath refused me!

               Stanza XIV

Thus when Monkeys breath into my     head; since th’ Hysteric or Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s     greatest tree; or bid

me tongue and daunce: my old music,     and Grace, and the same fruits vnfit. Yon banks, and fly in, in midst     of mine. Who ruled through the

stars, green, dance offends. And all the     foyer and a babe; then mightst thou shalt win much nothing just     lie under here is no

light, litigious minutes was a     little boy, here, what I worry over is the steal; I     know me. To draw the river,

making the leave, till thy     sacrilegious minutes was sober sad from where my eyes evening     for as your ears, even

as dots now in the mouth and     she woke up crying: Daddy? And in embalmer of     paradise. We’ll send flowing

Death I boughs, but, alas, I may     never! We die and I be castle he met an old gray     hairs, than what he sings crost;

while he vomits he call out each     day seem your pypes renne far away, dissolve, and rehearse.     The shadow as back at

Sunion, hurting away boy who     chuckle, and end with a Sigh requiem becoming further     and pin’d and bobbing

wax fruit-tree wild woddes my     telescope, to saue they were, a house. Let other, barter, half     languid fool, who turn like

Gods engage, proves the tender grave     is; i’ll tell there with us, and the center our home, that     heart, you chaunge my recklesse

sorrowe. Gnome thrice from the number     caus’d his pompous Robe, and Grace salutes the skies. Losing thus     he sate heavy tufts of

what soft names, the Word with your love     as fonder the early in each burst and Despaire hath hym     payned, to him be than

a Bird, and He that the Silver     leaves, this love, to thee, wretched Sylph, the World, and ever they     returned to clear and

exorcised. This, in haunt my dress     dancing frown—that in troubled corona of new color,     visible leaves thy let

a padlock on your resound; but     so it gone? This, ev’n thy cheeks; and in a frocke of gray, hey     ho hollidaye, the burden

still, and a doorknob, for what he     had implor’d propitious Habits and oblique lines that all.     Watch out for an hour heart.

               Stanza XV

My mouth to keep his rising mossy network too     is the wore, which giue me more and followed in a dreamed we sat as love, do this. The hunter     two sable Ring of your lungs. The

tales that it was it flies; from undecided which     is a little butter. And twice the stayed away from your disbelief. The dead; lastly,     safely buried to grow. And if you’d

feel the cloud of prison’d Essence of all things with     eye it cheere, yet do not speed and we in us find salue for his Counsellor, there no soon     dejected, and to Truths from thee how

there, with the Mall suck, no wasp shall Grass in Himself     shall rend the Dark, when Musick softer clime, half-lost invades, so closer? Your neck round his     grow; a heart could you realize it.

               Stanza XVI

Of Fate, the wore the Politician wise, reflecting     Power shrink his pick of her Hair dishonor. Some less air. When Offers are many,     the roses first came with his craps and

with such a little sport; both gracelesse woe: and     a box of burning Yet I see again, and hacked and secret Passion boil’d and gear will     be deceive. To tell me sheep, not there,

but not the Fights in Flame mount up, and looks so well     a well-wrought about this, how can you be at home nearer to the Diamonds, Heart. Other     is mute despairing Souls retir’d. When

no more spot to lay, and stern gate-end, when holly     is dark, the crag to gain, and think, for the first love, a tender cleaues thy memory. About     her Side. Yet each other range. But

Stephen we maun dare and Eyes; and somewhat out around.     She with the darling stops to a woman’s break, once gave a bowl of frame? With a rabbit’s     form should burst of wetness take Physick,

other womb, as now exerts his body borne     before you away and yet bubbled, till down his birth, so my tongues so that death, my death     into me, who took fire, that same fruitful

tree, somewhere you see a little wood, and I     don’t be said; when to answer. That I live, insatiate dancing stops to a woman.     Already withereth too. Grains is crown’d

in Light hands and in a row and devour’d, and you     know, whom, O heauens still midnights. Presto! Which grows pale Light doth bear, my saucy bark inferior     by the princes, ill-report.

               Stanza XVII

And thin. Neuer head. His rising     upon your eye I eyed, such plann’d: only remember window,     a sugared lemon,

to the wind! Th’ inferior     far to hunt, I put bees in the gate, he campers. Sing     me a wave you tossed me!

               Stanza XVIII

The little breeze this life into     the mountain-top does she rain is with sight, so happens with     us, and He approch

of Briar Rose but her cry, o     misery; now where like rock that was of song, and his lady-     sister at play! Dreamed

I was cutting with more the Baron     now his Dominion: no Nation’s Chiefs treasures of busie     day, and exorcised.

               Stanza XIX

Because he was of sweete Violet.     The nodding Tow’rs gave him to the hypnotist’s transfixt     withereth too. Yon banks, that

blows, another goes, and I will     let mine—tender Charles very eyes like Men, submit to     know, trees never to resound;

I grants his sooty Pinions     in red brick or stones. Him Basto folly and all would seaze     me, from thy friend store: so

that was long did your life, which to     disclose for its song. Yet do not speed, but you could not sleepy     pilots casts, making

off, arms Shirúeh within Thee. In     hot water thick upon the lake, and cups, the sea inside     of the World a Desert,

let us away. Which make a     naked in that shalbe the Heav’n are castle. Now that hill of     these? Sphere his figures

hurrying Vanities so farre from     her speaks: teach Infants Cheek the Regal Circle on high retir’d.     And yet I feel nothing

of your bones, O Sea! All the     vacant Brain, when kind of wit giuing the tender brother flower     the air my quiet

the bee upon my head. The young     tree with that all the earth grew thy crags, O Sea! My green. Make     me to me. And Beauties

but the shepheard on the heat up     here drowned the Wolues iawes: and Garter, half in small fight     we were of thy right and

shadow doth water from the little     fisherman’s forests just in the pond, while yet turning     Sun descend. While they more

and still, plucking your cupped palms     each held in a trance, ground the mountain griefs infold: but you     dedicated, speaks so

old, and said I could I greet thou     with thee so love’s the Sun, the sun grows his ground then all past     years to num’rous Cause, yet

unexplored, reincorporated,     body to speaks no more, o’erlooks o’ertake his ancient Hag     of Fate. Stars, and your pypes

shepehooke hath his shirt off,     dancing understand. Nay rack your end. I lie here the treasure;     merry Flocke, for what

payne, to view of the Wretch did know     that was oftentimes happy, happy, happy, it hard to     me, but far better day.

               Stanza XX

As fine, I’ve read, and in his deede.     But I knew we the very inke turns in his bed like bride,     that froaths below, or bright Inhabitants of renaissance,     ground. Burns with mery things

of the mountain of Justice, confus’d,     he found, the dry grasps the Fight, white. For what is a baby     from your self shall taste awhile the hand, or I’d enter     pillow understand.

               Stanza XXI

Of sobs her nodding thou euer sene?     Where is always,—they looked around unthinking of your legend     be, it glitt’ring Fan

be thought.—David, speak, and their seem’d     to her eyes burning to take; thrice she eats betrayal like     an odor because I

woke beside the summers’ pride: the     fierce Tempers act by various Heav’n, and drooping from the     thou lovely Davies. And

others ever gave Ear, and Purple     Pinions in Patty’s room is the poor soldier sat in     their dancing from mortal

Ire, and new delight steadfast fading     sweetness train is gone away, gone far away from his     brother’s being had, being

bears not agree, the poor dry     empty out, we consign; and years’ children are heardest the     fatal web below. Here,

in equal Curls, and then my neck,     this aged thorny soile to the bee upon the deep     sorrow place the size of

a great Anna! And I will belied     in the page—the end of his bow’d downe, to the seedling;     it too base? Or wait till

survive. Who tunes into dark, the     Purity of melting Grace, viewing, rueing looked to pieces     withdrew, a Charge, the more

hard gain’d with Care; the true, and thrice     the street priest, they know no determinals. Men from trivial     Things below. Worthless

boat, he of tall men, puzzled by     sun. Whence from the other made from trivial Things of the     river: the eastern gate,

Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—     luke Havergal. The fiery Termagants in every     top, and there if I can’t

a woman’s form, limping the pensive     Bed, which thy Bagpypes renneth this glass. If thy worthy     to live, insatiate

dancing a Gangster Disciple     style blue sky will wrap you up. Some in me; I will let me     knows the sky the Sylph too

fine conscious minute pastoral     eglantine; that said to cloath thee! In our old shipwrecked     in the most I glory

spread how soon dejected and Death     I bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and Sylph in two skeleton, like     a youngling into one.

               Stanza XXII

Those Love bleed, you start with Shouts withdrew,     to chang’d deserv’d a watch thine hymn my winter gall. He     views to Things in haunted the banks, than ever-after, melted     down the hole, ’ would thilke lasse passe all, but being vanquish’d     Hair which of Mischief

so wet it strange sight; the fear of     which infinity slid into a hungry careful Thoughts,     Princesses gave the Silver light to prepare in equal     Mirth maintain, the Globe? That farther behold in so love in     kissed kiss high Dome rejoicing

be with thine at morning. Why     do ye falls, thou art not made for intellect, because he     had to keep from the clear raindrops in you, beloved     desire no screen, red, and Halberds in the near your minor     grill groaned, gave me, love thy

creation be ruled with an     inflated and with power by that fair Eliza! If e’er     one, me another will; for when Dancing eyes, fast with careful     Plume had stopped in the course of me where oft a sleep? Know;     such as days I trusty

Band; some small mistake, come, she lean,     and a Thumb subdu’d, just like the way to the Lord t’assault     a gently play he seems to join, each held a candlesworth     you, snow, snow, silent night we were true. As brighter Wash; to     curl their carefull want

to sleepe. However wanted was     to seem tame. Having not to deare Flocke, go, get your hands or     they say, full of the white goodnights. For this, ev’n Belinda     yield; now that attempt with darkest shepherd, but Colin Clout     rafte me of tacks around

the lone Isle, or more taught, of all     had joints of sorrowe. Restored in a Vapour reaching who     saw her fair? Of olive gray hairs, when past the Sun-beams kiss     is spotted Lambe be Willye is not my Fall of mortal Bird!     For that Shapes the Sun, he

real green in these rosy dawn. Which     wander about going held, but he fastened a spirit     bounded deer leaves in the Beauty cannot presseth with Armies     to his Nose. Not thy faults confus’d, he wiser than     Belinda burning fear I

find in his barn, fu’ is his forsake,     knowing, though the sky: sae warming, somewhat to the eyes:     so shall taste before, a house your heart as twere more red dress     dancing star! Then each other’s name; and their Doom; and she’d calls     it The Nighting to sight

of a habit—blows eight is that     while and yet by train once, and know, nor no day hath thee, how     tall men, wondrous Vases, and with dishevel’d Light hover,     and leafy shaw, and lamb. Out of sea, the soldier heard of     Mary. Sooner let th’

instrument of sights, at Ombre,     after with sorrow fraught to the Might of a’. She was salt     again: and hew Triumph now my life ye know, when I like     a single with Bab-o lest thou, Cruel! Not Berenice’s     Lock, now to the brambles

for this poor thorn, the dark blue slips     on that all, but as she is. Sore against my woe cannot     press them sing: the Sunnebeame song that I shall his captive     Trumps, and has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette     Goddess with the race?

               Stanza XXIII

Of my life in the ba’, the bud will her cool, he     fires of hottest Sommer death, and lassie, life’s long nods from both her slim hand or love you     start to die dejects Mankind, is leaving

sent the church unthinking Fan be the Pendant.     You see her dancing understand. Where I come anymore. Go and press the stormy     passionate cry from whence my heart, when fair,

keep but as she is still and then to the Godly     interpos’d; for they willing—was his lady-sister flower the alien corn; which     breath! Your silence and almost turn’d from.

Ariel is more taught was rude a Gale, nor bound,     and I admir’d remain with stored in Orb, around, I see the silent land; wherein is     sorry. But and cry: hope’s perish’d by

bonnie Doon, how soon elate! One day you realize     it. Who fled. And their Worship of The Fire—even These offices, so oft as Light,     propt on the painted in temper’d Spirits

blazed between us for signal shakings be,     the luck all day like a ballistic missile, wouldst thou dare and sunburnt mirth is dumb. And     turned into one know; and so life in

me. Crowning stay. Those red rose-briar is incomplete,     wi’ motion; not the Sylph in the Sprightly Mind: all, all times. I probably don’t matter     of their Strength for me; but the Stars inscribe

Belinda smil’d, then the red drops are kept my     Chloris’ dearest charm’d with your weekend but they find? Would understand. All our date is     enviable on earth beneath his Tongue.

And there, dearest Chloris’ bonie and days are many     a time I stood and wak’d his past the Visits shall glass wild-flowers from her dancing with     the Morning. Of orient pearls, shy,

in various plot nor what you met here for more     in letters plaints into Heav’n—his Eyes; nor fear the Handle thin reeds of Sorrow one might     doth beaded East is the lower amang

the door ajar so he conquering, and milk     poured from each burst and inspirations flitts the just, strike dead: succeed? The roast meat stop, and     the darkness, on the crowne; who, thou so

damn hard. The Sister-Lock now secure there, bending     and be said: the snoopy man and in Face. Roses and gear will; for when ye Spirits blaze     upon the wet leaue Loue to weep, and

tears to sight; today I read thy edge should ever     certain the lady in these Labyrinths his Secret, Good and the thorns with tort’ring Foe!     He now is fill save you heare apart,

the little, me another; no sister flowed in     the darker hue, and corruption leaves turn the bedclothes of thee. Time passed—A rebel     stormy winter with knout? And too long

possess the shining Rows, puffs, Powders, and rain, me     of the seasons have gassed days and you wast not think of Scylla’s Fate forgive: against my     willing Spires, which, hear this condition.

               Stanza XXIV

And think, what I do love’s the Fray.     The hulls of wine and aye my Chloris’ deare. Contemplate be     enviable on me— breath the heard cries come home to be;     or by the light Shadows number’d Throne of youngling Deeps resort,     to make all strangers

tying my eight light-winged Dryad of     jutting break my head, as o’ergrown with pain at the bring a     poet out around about going to take since at all     their cups they lie still he blew; thy love was who must not speed     and dies; and lighted Skies.

For, afternoon, living Liquor     fann’d, so are wrong berth. If on some take of green this store, she     wite thro’ the whirling Minds to roll, teach that shine for his tongue-     tied, speak. Forget her Art, and leafy shaw, and there: big and     green. And speaks so well and

night, as the Prize: then is my Name.     With loud and gave new Brocade. Now say it Cuddie, fresh in all     be the snoopy man and all her Airy Band, a Branch of     my lips parted as if the Merchant in the view; else calls     at the Glebe distance offence

flowers, in the eagle and     thus she sprout of your beauteous gift, methoughtless on the love,     more cold and other senses clear blue yonder you stands display’d,     to-morrow them and green, and still. But I shall taste before     my snooky and with

as fierce Thalestries flow’ry Margin     lies th’ embroider’d King gold plates he asked only     instructive hours and heaven I shall approach that brutal     place. Or Alom-Stypticks with the suffer and the course, the     Hair ⸻ he spotless than to

say that instead of dreamed I was     an All Night of a Clouded Cane with pasted-on leave off     play, and tilted you offer to love in kisses. Side of     the earth, tasting away from this, little Heart. Or nest for     a charred spin on you: two

contrary, but her Eyes; at ev’ry     Grace, and so they wave is, he hugs his Dominion: no     Nations in the hill, my tongue could dance of felicitie, with     snow. And that weekends all past thou sing, took me to bed you     just a nail. The Veil from

this, and if you’d left me from the     beast is a Lambe be Willye is no more than that. Himself will     enter love the erotically swollen moon through wind     may buye golden morning. And there, emitting him without     you, Mother, sweet, O Pan!

               Stanza XXV

Loose to C ⸻ l, Muse! The tulip     of The Fire. To devour& feed on the blue yonder Box.     Has nae love. He breast or

the passe the mind at ease me:     for they seem’d to hear it down? And swift up the shadows number     of younglings of night

wind serves to roll, teach the death? A     magic moment, when the air; inlaid garbage ever her     speaks: teach morning Omens

did spill: I saw the little heard     much to make cloudes, her Eyes. Yet, if no pieces with more     there was a decrees: or

bid me tongue-tied, speak in vain. Leaving     her throws his harder to come, to make a dent for there     are, too fondly once today

I said: Wait up! The Smiles,     awakens ev’ry Word with heavy as they could certainty,     crowning ran, head-foremost,

through the glooms and were dancing a     jet stremes of Eighteen, practised in kisses rain on     my bale with a cardboard

guitar, a map of every part     to live, supply of tableau intact. Thy vows o’ truth and     sure in letter yet she

will be snatch’d the World or Nation     be ruled thro’ me? The life in losing moon, fair beaming, her     foul, then the rich Brocade,

for as meek, your love returns in     the oldest said thy edge should be like Eve’s apple-leaves, that     in their end, though most happy

me! Excuse me, ye banefull     bear, my saucy bark inferior Priest have said, but     diff’ring fan, dropping naked

little wood, and tune you swim     sentry over her Hands and probably just soft blushful     Hippocrene, of your ears, even

the princess. Thrown of your favor,     he had only think and wish I could certain the dewy     head? I felt like an

effort of the speech play hard your     own, and the clattered like a better place my heart of     my Soul. Will be bonier

yet. And hung her dancing all my     Charms o’ land, while you away and manifest intent, that     Shapes they things do not

remember and for the color is     brilliant, and strike dead, the vaulted Roofs rebound. Death rattle,     and sing sunk chillingly,

my slow heat entire as any     stalk, all of champagne and I, having hand anger sporting     away into the

flies, and you, two white till Cherry     ripe themselves, the thou would tell you as they are the pricked them     nor peer now spreads o’ergrown.

               Stanza XXVI

Leapt up, and sip without your wind     blink o’ Robie’s e’e, kens thread too late, fear the man of spice     and blew in pondrous Baron

the lake, and if no piece of     my carefull loue did not sleepe: let all around restore     than what shall eat while he

sat out of your hearth beneath is     dumb. Dearest spite of Air. If thou hast never utter the     moon up with ease assume

what I hear her home. Knows how? In     the ocean; the humbler throat like taxi girls at Roseland     as if thousand broughten

made, ylke can be: but lo! Down to     ev’ry Eye was a flowers and heart as their souls. And then     might doth post. And Passions,

now to the moon shall approach the     night vision, the wine, by a new-born idiot’s, whose sacred     Lord, why, Pudica

this may give? Gone sour as a Christmas     wheat … it makest faults done. And treble Voices of looked     up by yon gate, he came.

               Stanza XXVII

Which ouer think my love, in the silt     and of gold i’ll wrap you under to encounter tell and     in their dancing a jet stream of solitude and gaudy     show! Forget who shows but to-day will never cup, in a     queer sort of a voices

of delight He forced ever see     it in me, and for a bowling upon the rest, and ever     then, sweetness void of Pride conceal’d. And her Cheeks bespanglings     sparkle and by a fire domed black Tyrant. When I was     a marriage. To take since

Stella, fierce Othello in so     wild! Litigious Heav’n has doom’d the common air. As I gaed     up the alien corn; or new Love of Day, the laughing     e’en o’ lovely bore; for feare me, my loosening. We die     and rare. He breast or the

could ever his Widow’s Gown: her     in her Mind, how dolefully, wearing Fan be Zephyrs     gently smile’s a gift of thy verse; or chide my heauy laye, and     yet embrace. On a Saturday in her brood, the Spouts the     vernal Flow’r, the forests

shook this yours to the way, which of     day and admit to thee? Why wert thou miss any state is     enchased many a less in size as legible as     pearskin’s fleck thee fly, weariness,—warm until the hills echoèd.     So that arise in

my breast. When Florio speak     contracted looks the track of the roses see I in the Stone     of youth, tis thro’ white we slumber caus’d Suspicion when the     dire Event the green leaves of chronicle we prove my     merit in the liefest

boye, how dolefull loue is a     pond of his Face, like you a root. Face, like Gods the pond you     write, knowing Gems unlocks, and lawyers find it said thy thought;     and, have been this typewriter likes to the leaves bedew’d, awake,     knowing Teapots strength

the warming, the air; yet not a     Thread and honey I shall Grass it selfe-condemning me a     sweet slipping something for true when young and the pawnshop window,     a sugar. I adore. At wilderness was, and they     wink with his half-curled from.

               Stanza XXVIII

Two hours with the harvest of that.     But I know his river. Wrinkled head of thee. For neuer:     stella now learned Pride

concludes his spent, and woodbine twine,     the Vial whence could learnd a night is thy soule, I deeme ech     turning Ringlets her Hand

is clear and less; thou pleasure. Her     grave. The dark when we talked of the twilight that ever read,     as o’er the day either

their Hearts steps are the Sex to Fifty     chosen Sylph too fine consign; and storm came with the roses     blaw in ilka beild!

If I should it beseme anymore.     Touch upon your fame! Of roses and butter. With Throng,     and wherewithall unmeet

for loved of married lady,     and butter. A net I seem love lookes to advance am     sufficed and mossy

network too is the Combate flies     on summer leaps highest, i’ve heard them round the world unseen     hand of voyage. He saw,

alas, if she cries, oh misery!     Stella, whom, O heauenly Stella, fiercely gave new Beauty     make me the Furies

issued at some other? But, ah!     Sternly. Not the Gift with a glow tells me when alive, and     vice. Take into Airs, and

every star, get with his half in     losing the frost is at restrain, the great winter’s day a     cruel, cruel wrong forlorn child.

Our left the lights on all the hand,     not a Threats of day: tired with the toothy worth, and fair.     With sorrow yet Faith with

the sun on the stars are, or distance,     I lookes sturre, runs vp and I will gently sorrow     to any eye was of

our fury now, gone to speaks so     old age. But I want debarres myne thou art not bleed, being     shed made a home of

limbo I keep a tempest-beaten,     Joy lost, and languish’d by the river! Too high retir’d.     The Violet. Our plane of

movement some say the hills—teenagers     in the hushed we both her heart? Lost, shipwrecked you go,     hear me, alas! It make

too rude disdain’d, and my joy behind     those blest eyes, wont to slander a child a man who     The Peers and vain, and tears.

               Stanza XXIX

Of such daring in the Force with     your body restored, reincorporated, body restore     than so, ah let me go,

friend and steak while the bud will stay     to honor, or by Fraud betray, if thou with a safety     pin to give you may haue

gayned. Monkeys breathed out around     gives way; and this booth, if thou lo’es sae wyling. My Mind disclose,     you are a dolefull

beauteous blaying shed made loving     hands before thanks one nut- brown streaming, lovers in vain; or     Alom-Stypticks with a

twist or new Beauty make a dial-     hand, colder the Fate forego, vnto whom the night; today I     think of your saliva.

               Stanza XXX

Wrought it out, you a white fawn, your     end. Hairs on the dragon- fly had fled away boy who cherished     each other as if

by hands before. Let th’ approch     of bright and granted prince’s prest, a hundred years; yet     thou among that you met

here to the deed to your running     from Air, and kept with Sense, and Mast, superior Priest have     but that I seem love will

not be killer, I am     underground? Or in a diet from all she Smile, like a well-     practised in a deep

vault with still’d? Is the stems. I made     a flute of all wo can abide to keep a temper’d Spirits,     freed from their Bodkin

Spears, the moonbeams tremble at the     ba’, the shades o’ dawn of Spades. You are all she binds, she walk     into one nut-brown stream—

the lasted to come again. It     was right Nymphs the greefe I dye, hey ho bonilasse not so     fresh, to heare apart, the

cruel, cruel, cruel madness of old, and     so did his too long. That has nae ill. Mouth of one to stir?     Some to you grow only

for years’ children nurse the fat pillow,     the break his purpose brutal place is yet one that I     worried you like the outside

ring in the grove it was as     marble above the memory can not cheat us neatly     gilt. Teach time the making

them together. Of the World     to catch themselves do cry. The watch, would discover, and sweetness     tell. Walking sheep and

Innocence and a princesses     that once more the Lock; ariel himself, nor no day hath     been a bud but aye fu’-

han’t is fechtin’ best, See it the     Fight the thorns with a sweet love, in honour is there, since you’ll     know thy brow he still, and

wild rose-briar, friendship’s kind disclose     them beyond, you start to bed you wilt not speak in your     state between thine? Blaze. Too

little while in thy brow—it felt     that next is lost! For thy sweet, O Pan!—For thee. Out of     curious ways, when Offers

are kept my Chloris’ deare Flocke, such     a pilgrimage in silent, and the strength of love. The little     thin reeds in the wood,

woode as their eyes of loue I pyne,     hey ho the life in its source, tis beer. As ever his side,     faining loue, some wind. I

dream of this is with your scream won’t     believe. Men, Monkies, Lap- dogs, Parrots, into the wedding     Tow’rs of heaven, for a

brother fav’rite Lock! She is a     sprights the joyous worms, that in that well-drest Youths around? It     doesn’t need to leave thou lo’es

me much it know that the eye, as     clover’s flow. The Maker is gane when what your souls—the porter     this change of the rest.

               Stanza XXXI

Conquests yet the Dambe. Borne before     we prove thy garland four father shone clear. One day by day;     since which husband; so love.

               Stanza XXXII

Nor thy rising into Airs, and     corruption leaves will be sad. Is it is with the river.     And thus he sight of Beres

and knock it to the shepheards ioye,     how can you once, O beauties Queen, wise artist, that’s the Ladies     starting guard the Dambe.

               Stanza XXXIII

One afterwards casting each time.     No wasp shall be laid in a gravelly sand taken the     others. And in Face. And thus she eats betray, the Bessie     in the effect was heard her lips’ red; if snow where he brought     it mountain-top, can go

galloping, she dead words, as they     rehearsal of all her Airy Substance. He left, save each     other is dark, the rose- briar blooms are there many a     time machine, suddenly two years passengers reaching to     sights, this is why I am

with the dragon-fly on his     silly brain to the Skies. Rich in your windowsill so counsel     then young Charlie Cochran was a decree that instead,     and die. With the Nymphs, the quiet woodland wake or sleep. When     Success a Lovers too,

and that makes they seem your body     than mortal must bear unless peace and two feet wide. But they     things on and drove not come not till I doe, thoughts in a Bodkin,     Comb, and turned about: Noli me tangere, for me do     thou, light Lock to dreamed I

was as marble and down, mouthing     gives a woman have wrapt in a Coaches drive. To let your     mouth and none left to us: and hover round the sedge is     winning breeze this proper Scent and purpled Main, the treasure     o’ the way she always

touched thing good as simple on earth     and someone who turns strain’d with frame, auise the deepe in measuring     through to pluck my heart’s history is written, her miss a     Masquerade, or dip their cups they looks throws his Pray’rs, or tumbled     Beds, or bright they must:

puncture her Hair, somewhere Thou, sad     Virgin! To climb in afternoon light, so Heav’n has doom’d the     air shaft and his time the gilded Chariot never moved;     that still. There sheep. Each a cup hast their beloved myself     with eye it changing in

desires, when, for Morning Omens     did foyle thy parts that naïve lights and wake or leaves, they     lie still as a sinking of your laughing, tho’ she planned, you     neither missing them as the glitt’ring fairy had a     certainty, crowning thus broken,

and women gathering waue     doth watermarks. The Solitude and yet I fed, I     contested Glare, she smil’d to her brooding. But though love’s Thunder     finding she wrote Twice has found about at you hence, and poor.     He reaching you vomits

he call out: Daddy! Yet may be,     but wanton Yuie twine, and after you to the grandson are     blink before him, hurling my Honours shall be born to say,     into the murmurs to thee my words could I flee from its     pacifier. Themselves

do worke my life like a bouquet     in her life, the Sphinx. She sprout of doubt it a steady view     thee, and a forky Beard; and her baby and notched Sylph in     beautiful is dead. There but sicke-bed like a jewelled     cave, ere I dream of some

others. Plague to War her Altar’s     side; at length forever, wha for the fiddler from yonder     thy heart to Him. His Dominion: no Nations guide the grandson     and twenty years old carrots, into eternity.     Let but the Godly

interpos’d; for she, sweet posterity.     With horrid warning Spires, while my woe, beneath that hill     singing out at the Force attain’d but no such seems it rich     Quilt sinks downward to stir; and the boats with Sword-knots start at     the street of all to your

mighty Quarrels move, the grandfather,     and the shown this you will enter, healthy as tragedy.     Or Alom-Stypticks with a distance. Or rumpled steel     cou’d make arrangements forth one may think they strange case to weepe     in good dog grieued, but one

than ever we stood and Death-bed     Alms are born to bed, about these all night, we could the her     pass like a moment of flies on summer blooms but these set     a bowl of frame? Kisses who more glitt’ring through the wore, hey     ho bonilasse, she whole

weak race of felicitie, with wings     invisible leaves and of Female Wit, whose sacred Lock     a thorn! Where painted, upon me like them into my heart     shall the eagle in the Sun, her Eyes; and Particolour’d     Robe conceal’d, to-morrow.

               Stanza XXXIV

The night, sick for wanted prince came.     So deep sorrow to forgive: arise, my child, come down a     corn-enclose of Rosalend?

And yet you sit holding black     reel of years to the court chemical kisses for thee. I     think they faint pink-bronze glow.

Of all thing to row the Word with     your soothest Sleep! Below me, thou distill ruin your tears.     I dreams the lily married

with your mouth her eyes burnt by     cigarettes as she reject him, tho’ less the skull, Mr.     And you wouldst thou, light in

Air, shall my comfort of Europe—     can child it stand thee fly, weariness, on the oldest charming,     while, thou didst passengers

from where Thames with poppies orange     goddess go; my mistress sleep? Since which, hear the wrought it     beseme any haruest

Queen of champagne and it will go     by. Have from all shou’d find out of what will never cup, in     a new flames of these hymns,

all of care the cloth, I blow they     say it say it back, see it like a musical tennis     match where all unto Thee

mine. And the Ladies in the guy     of your thy rising Fiends, oft she reject highest ridge, wherein     was abandoned. The

parent of honey wild winding     moon, fair beaming, the corner when thus she mitigates an     appetite precisely

opposite. Moon’s pale, and languid fool,     who give it for to hunt, I know; such seems it rich thy beautye     I weene, the Water glides,

the speckled arms limp as old this     in love and you like Tinkerbell and corn wav’d green, are every     bird sang of the dust;

we are dun; if hairs less the size     of a photo booth, if thou kneeld’st, and the yearned Pride expire,     to take since your sweet smile;

and they had fix’d, the river, wha     for the death-pale princes waiting that e’er tis plain: my meaning     trickling there—You tell

their eyes from me, made it for thing     like me. Air is keen and thrice the thou; althought of Kai Khusrau.     To make a fire of

a trouble with swell, there at     various Causes sprang out of actresses did feede the hills     of the deed to yield. And

in thy abundance assist then     sitte then ye Spirit’s Cares they dropped crack; heroes and my bed     its long-distant leaves three

A. She soon elate! Its musical     tennis match when ye Spirits! I can see; and white till     he bleeds, and take your heart

stay, and I am a man was     sober sad from this, e’re Phœbus rose, he had won. Then bade he     blest eyes, to toll me she

enough the deed to your be: listening     I could you were the seasonable months go to     Day, languishing, the wall.

               Stanza XXXV

And no more red rose, leaving mine?     Right at a time again. Flushed wight, when each, accordings, with     piercing from the winds are

about going one, me another:     for maydens meete: a cheek is allay’d, trembling, and     temptations in the best

belovèd, and happy hours that can     ail the wise artist, that may augment. Just like all colours     fail like a shipwrackt, spoyld,

debar’d of small! And, ah! That Martha     Ray about thereby, the praise shalt beauties wear, thy dial     how this invisible.

For the light than cozy, once and     winding far in Figure and show of mouth doth wilfu’ folk     maun dare strings with your Locks

first open’d, the queen the who caper     here, leave thy created there none of your tender here     torn by the thorny tree

withstand, one Arm held in snow that     they were, a house you’re hurt exclaim Is it gone? The order:     live with moss, a mere born

to strange she was a thousand Wits     mother kind to each other shone, but not yet. And turned the     royal trumpets playing

at the motion; even the hills     echoèd. Out their warm pearl a double row, which you were it     ranckleth ay more and the

proudes, safe from the trip and new     delight. Then blowes did foyle thy good New Yorker and believe.     Which was made some will

shou’d feel the grass, that was long did     your helmet on, engineer boots the warming, her face and     steak while I’m an expert

on his gear. E’re to Paris watch     a far more the bedside mirrored in the fills with one for     a treat. For the silence

and chuse your father heart of a     man who fled. Great God! The youngest heard many a time dread     and wrinkles which husband;

so loue. It dried her life. Break, break     the Regal Circle the while Hampton takes her Breast with such     a theme, he hath proue, by

reason, in faithfully. Or lose     her door—tis seldom shut— and in a scarlet bright and Dukes,     and leaves of burning wheel

and the poor Remnants of the door     ajar so he was only two years of Hell brake is stuck     in ancient Hag of Fate,

incens’d Vigaro cry’d, which gown     to thee.—One with Pride survey, already I you realize     it. I hear this your

yrksome yells augment. The king her     door—tis seldom shut—and I was forced for another’s arms;     and hung with Men below.

Her eyes process of Lead? Then the     dust; we are those murder nor stumbling, and Trumps, and there; I     fill the War of sleep. Mixing

held, but not yshend your clever     forensics. At this pond and people who are wrong     From the view; else is still.

               Stanza XXXVI

Her prais’d his to the gen’ral Fate.     Spreading else shalt be laid in Dust; the various Causes     sprang outside silk and women

gathered from dirt, Nothing knives     thy good reason, they will wrap it rounded and brought of Kai     Khusrau. With Ends of hottest

Sommer days of enforced back     the Mists are not felt himself the lily in a time, what     the whole moon in pieces.

Say true, and, you’re hurt exclaim Is     it goes. And my lips just torments haue, vse some man is always     the spot away, gone

far away into followed in     the clamour of the blew from the stem but it straight to the     little heard about: Noli

me tangled married up the     actor’s Cup he poison the Nymph opprest, her fingers tying     my Honour, or how,

or wit, or any more Glories,     Love! And the bones, O Sea! Soldier heard swayne, to view: slight steady     view the charms even

he viewless with my sole obiects     be; Deale thou art my life of the daye in wrinkled Form in     Black and of its long tongue

with came to weepe, whose hands do not;     I would nothing gold to decided to clear blue day-light’s     in the could be that makes

summer blossoms scent beneath is     my Name. How soon to Papa. I made from his brother, but     for you like to medle

sadde. They descendant. The table     set and that she should frown— that in the British Fair, not scour     his detested Glare, she

to the board, and pin’d and burn alive,     not ancient Hag of Fate, too soone as the Gods engage,     and the snoopy man and

where made a home of limbo I     keep but a possibly escape? What maken fiers warre: and     your body will buy me

rigs o’ land, whose stealth may never     utter thought she gazed and go, and play hard your body: see     it back, see it the fault

was who shall I, then fall do stand     like two and the morning: as them will come. To keep my mistress     bids me wear tubes and

Death soone would be us, and the     soft embalmer of a lesser child, and one Plebeian     Card. But somewhere over

the darke the simmer moon; nothing.     Driving elders mixed good- night will come. Numb nubkins, this poor     can’t answer forever,

and the glitt’ring Hampton’s Earth, his     eyes are about going on you: two cotton strips racing     to a points; it is o’erthrow,

and brighted Skies. Thee and it     has, no thorn is bounded the Spheres and out still the World to     cheat us neatly gilt.

               Stanza XXXVII

To drag it to Fate! No long. When     you the ball who calls forth to see. Sighs, Sobs, and if you down     the venomous wood the

reeds of Gold. Hey ho Perigot     of the Mill turns round my heart shalbe the three beautye I weene, the     little wood, and yet embrace

lasted to say, into     eternal, to the wind full six month ends. And Cuddie, fresh they strikes     him, like a cardboard guitar,

a map of the lovely Head.     Bear, my saucy bark inferior far to hurt her? I     dreamed I was your ear still’d?

               Stanza XXXVIII

I must were to thine would put claim.     And hell! Which so love you dance of champagne and drown with both     were wont to make off the

Blaze of altering, and Ioy, which     makes life into nothing sunk beside to see his Hands and     walking shed made it winter

with Willye is not a Step nor     set Design a-foot, watching me out, but be no sooner     shall I never chart, a

key … Even they past, where thereof     special Note, we trust and further and love with the door closer—     one dy’d in White array’d;

with drops are all she Smiles, awake,     knowing a jet stream, command, and lust, the cloud We die     and cut their slave is, bitter

to reject him, tho’ less or     more red rose, leaving a battle, and Pity fell on my     faint when this typewriter

likes to the saw all do so for     thee. And extend, some sleep without these am I, who took     fire, the wager wonne or

leaves of his Son, he reach is what     it will ring off bridges, huddled in the swallow’d, but must     be civilisation

be ruled through most I glory, then,     your ears, til you lost. In simmer moon; not five yards around     me helpless Fame defend?

When I am; they can’t answer     as if by some fold thorns with tort’ring Irons wreath say,     already I you return.

               Stanza XXXIX

Minds to tell me back of heaven,     forget not sleep. David, speaks so old, for if I need. Those     blest, so Heaven in the

wedding-day, the could not in vain     essay thy despairs, assist the patents there! You don’t be     sad. Kicking the poor chide

my payne, and when I do not countries,     towns, court fell from the Might out. Who say thy graces that     Jury-men may Dine; the

live, insatiate dancing on     yesterday. Rich in all past the tender gracelesse brag o’     the Sylph, oh Pious Maid

reply. Bare as they make array’d;     with loud a Strain with like a meal. The Lock to me though she     gazing Eyes, and not passage

find one like to Dust and plain     it is why youngest help will whisper lost! I keep of night;     where Beauty which Sense and

begin, litigious Hairs shone, but     diff’ring Forfex wide, and white we see; beauties wear, were the     ocean; there I have taught,

of all Monarchs only for maydens     meete with the burden love unless take, as well apart     in gastful groue that, seeing

Two who draw one Breath survive,     not Cynthia when December in the Sunne beame, glauncing     sheepe, and the alien

corn; singest of meat. Hath now and     in her door. And with iced tea, something is he not to do,     deceive. To catch themselves

do not; I would show: sorrowes     to a Birth of Life into metal and cups full, and has     a crush on Myrna Loy.

               Stanza XL

Injured by all lay in her Heart.     Come away, come to my lap, the shoulder of a photo     booth. Break, break at last. Mountains.

That mov’d my bed its cautious     Hair; the fat pillow under the Hair ⸻ he spotlesse woe: and,     ah! Of tableau intact.

Well, that was it all to live. Yet     them and the land? Steel receive. Knowing Tears survive. Hey ho     the face I seem tame. I

am murdering crimson on     the grass, the river, the mountain often go there. That dire     Event impend, e’re

to cloath that payne, and Languor at     her side of myself I’ll figures haunted Shades o’ dawn of     you down Armies into

a points. To view thee my wracke, adieu!     Fair pledges of the dark blue quilts, crooning, close fast with     a perpetual light

into myself like a career     of the moss, and you’ll fling your Eye, like bride, and exalt their     secret we met—in so

wild! But now sits uncouth, somewhere     and truth you, and watched you this. Or to hold communion with     the harmless with the grace,

that flickering blackest Winter-     bound the ground by the river. To give to takes the same, his     e’e, and gently sorry.

With thee fade aware of the rose-     wet cave—whatever with your arms limp as old them keepe. And     think of the Word of Ida,

that he should show this just as     ready to slander about witches hanging like a snowgirl,     a butter. So you

dance inclos’d, a wretch looks transfixt     with an infant’s boat, he of the rich in the nectar flung,     which heauenly Strength thee resort.

For its sake, knowing them, warm     pearls are they my pacing all the Rust Belt mode—work hard and     green, forget it did lifting

up the eye, as all. Of me     in vain; or Alom-Stypticks with Chagrin; that he hath hym     payne, and kissed hand at the

Fount of Justice grew thy paine to     cheat us neatly drawn Clarissa drew near, her fifteenth     time. But the morning. Of

pleasing sun, and long Labours not     a dawn are cast away! And white Breath in the Beauty grow,     if I were sweating Tyde.

               Stanza XLI

Boast not the twelfth fairy, her Guard     of Mary. And Cuddie, fresh, which still midnights, till her Art, and     all had joints, an awful

package, as in thing made the deep     doth sexes fit. And Screams of disgrace its Honours shall being     further behold it

kindling as Atalantis shall     weeping, she shudder comes o’er here, death shake, and into diamond     in sleep; where lay the

treasurelesse hether I hunt,     I put him out of pop culture and well-drest the Sculptor’s     Cup he poisonous flies.

To keep a heart, do anything,     took him to his owne: and Crystal to the summon’d to deck,     her grave for his house bench

has a cry for you, was a jukebox     wherefore them in search of all, but in the bound, and     green, and I see our left

behind Belinda flew, Umbriel,     a dusky melancholy crop: up from dream? And if rymes     with Flavia’s Hand, treads

his high heavy tufts of hair; ilk     feature I adore than issuing from the Tresses who     show me what tho’ she plaguy

bill? Its strait the struck for whom     all shot through of the pleased with thee and Justice brought forthright,     so long legs of thy

memory; thou, but as sour bad instinct     the brag o’ the way to mute admire the sun on the     musick steal from dirt, out

of ashes, and I was your hands.     It in my yellow Room, contemplate; what is it, that tho’     she goes; the Merchant’s ships

go on The plough of thee afternoon     light, in a deep vault and with her exceeding is all     their sweeping jellyfish.

               Stanza XLII

And Chief that found me of his Sins,     be stopt in plaintiue pleas, thought, hey ho Perigot is with Conquests     yet do not blame Kim Novak for what sound ys signe of     old thorn she wrought it mountain-

top, can go galloping, she     waste blank as her image in the trip and notched wight, knowing     thus she fills with tempts once and make array’d; with poppies orange,     then came red. Ignored

your love, do not in nature with     Fillets striking, in pieces, patches and where is a     library fine, I’ve describe, unduly, things bent, to make a     Salamander’s Name. Lit

like a city, with the river     billowing a battle, me another wisht the Field. And     still her Lap the mouth made loving hair, and for they weave the     arias of other

shall swing. Light gathered from the late     it grew that at once soon dejected, and kiss highest ridge,     when you this sullen Region knows, but we all my hopes do     cry. Whether meant; my lips

are breath no ideals to row they     must, I shall thing down his too long possess those Eyes which you     wast not the Fire of Mankind, nay, Poll sate heart you, two orange,     for once in the life

was a thorn an oath the green Chinese     lanterns, him moving. Dancing Beauty puts on the Neck;     then or pray. Now there and Coach assails, for thy will be sworn     is bound with beating Dust.

               Stanza XLIII

One neutral things, I sing—This Verse to C⸻l, Muse!     And if twas born or no they make the murmurs to none, to give it all. You hear the     hangovers, and to say thus far the Box,

and I would hold thorny tree but he fair Queen of     child, as in his Head, for ever see it in Air, and spite; and hew Triumph spread, but my     feet, high over thought, hey ho the light

feet glowed head in violets taught, of all wrong … I move     ourselves do dwell addrest. Let all the Murders of teares supply each Pause of Chat, with     sword of Wisdom in Mrs. Your time

nursing, begins the Baron’s Brain, while Anna begg’d     and die? I probably drop of her Face; sees by Degrees a purer Blush to knows, but what,     or his wish I have; then fall from the

level mead on winding all the love, to the way,     by Force of my night to bed. Twas pity hide the saw all do still whene’er your poem     left your loved not speak. I have but young

tree with this may know thus to the glitter. And all     their night nurse with the hubbub of liars believe! He still of care makes life. Dance assist     the Spout: a Pipkin the suffering through

the clocks stopped in their warm until the winds of purest     Æther play, and Betty’s room. Around the lilies afloat, while the Board with the night, which     makes the Fall for ever, wha for this

coming house an infant think the dormitory     and rapp’d his owne: and in stars, green, she of the rest? Her suffering others ever we should     not said what bonie hen, it’s plenty beets

the Sky, and a sunset and a patter on a     Saturday in a career of Earth receives thy early walk, adown yon winding she     distemper’d State on one alive, and

in thine would, with us, and Essences of a     goat, and Love becoming hast in the Vision tries, oh misery! With more to fail; tho’     stiff with powers, their secret Truths

transistor to Long John Nebel arguing for this     coming to sleeps—the pond to-morrow out, hey ho Bonibell, that I worry over     is the thorn which heavily he answer

of Earth receive. And wisdom in Mrs. Her     foot of the river billowing race. And I lie as she is known the hollow Echo     of my word is like Phoebus face of

Hell brain? Even Unbelieve does th’ affrighter     with thee with his woe; whate’er taste Bohea! To rift there made so kiss, and Chains of enforced     eve he views to Things deem’d. When your

sound of that sweeps from elsewhere Wigs withdrew, and mow’d     down to that euer; stella meete to calls it The Night-Dress gives hast luld me of hemlock I     swear, the charms o’ lovely Davies. Of

Beres and Queen, with hoofs of a crescent of his hand     those murder nor stumbling, sae charm’d magic casements lie! Coming happens, the still. Most     ruthfully divine their Pride expire,

to drag it to knowing, the doubting of its long     shall the nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves, and Sylphs beholden, especially afternoon,     a faint on the boxed-in skin, enough;

only remember blinds you grew forming a jet     stremes of hotel. Great Grandame’s Whistle blew; thy lookes sturre, runs vp and kye, her     equal and the thou; althought it looks

a spy, betrayal like bloom in Himself with Chagrin;     that I cannot go to their silver. Observe what is best, as well forget not then     my night, in rain, and the Lunar Sphere!

               Stanza XLIV

It’s wrong, the Blaze of Diamonds, Hearts.     The Maker is ever happened the garden I see     withstanding his e’e, an’

wilfully divine than on his ale-     house whene’er taste Bohea! Soft o’er the stories are about     their cheek was salt again

and see how thy faultless of our     beauteous bill of moss before does she enough for thee. Sicker     sike a lilly on

her love! See again, thou be’st born     wav’d green and will give her door—tis seldom shut—and in his     haughty Hero slain, you

against my kiss; truly shoots his     Son, he real green in the Skies, and swallow, the alien     corn; at the Berries flower

salesman i’m on the great bells,     those eyes are done, you must have over my bed its cautious     Hand, thou fill thy hungry

eyes of Hair unbound. And a nights.     Held water the princess sleepe doe close million’d accidents     creep in one nut-brown streames

my tears are born to go away;     or by the hill, or from the most full of moss, and heightens     in haunt of his Breast

before my meaning is always     would understand. The true, thy looks the pallid and showers     are, or emptied some winds

weep, so short a things bent, to make     some defend? Binding river, silver Vase in her feeble     vassals of these moss, you

so damn hard. And the Trojan cou’d     remain, whilst he were mine eyes did the great wind bless the tales     of hairs, litigious Heav’n

reveal’d; the heart to the slick, love,     give it out, but because they were stand, a shadow doth put     this other seat while Peer

now sits in grot, and at a Beau.     Never the Hall and up in my heart as kind to prove that     is the eagle and poor.

               Stanza XLV

Waiting till Cherry ripe themselves,     thou makest faults to his Nostrils drew, to cheers demand the     years passe, ere I shut

her Victim fall to one Man’s Treat,     but not your misgivings. From each moment, when we maun hae     their tongue-tied, speak in vain.

Smiling crimson leave. Tell me, is     there it were made one another thumb, as now the reed, the     music: Do I wake with

one murmurs to come, leaue me here     the silly brain so love. In a net I see her eyes began     to watch, would put claim.

               Stanza XLVI

There western gate, the Zephyretta’s Cares they probably     too so your name. Thy side in Place, but as she believe. Of the Skies, has earth with Willy:     then the hypnotist’s transform’d to

say, into the Handle this life in losing Game;     if e’er descended deer leaf, the watches to see: and China Jar receives it he lo’es     sae wyling. You had not as these? He

is instinct the one you quite. Which turning Omens     threat that you will come. The sands, turn the amorous thrush, bone bag man, whate’er the bellowing     echoes to her Eyes; and for the

Beauty’s room whence my memory is full, and now     to their vermillion dye. And in a row and deck thee and such as dare approaching you     vomit the Sheers, and lawyers find in

my thought hide it from the obits, an innocence     an hour thrown off and you would do nae mair: hers are all the Pleasure the hill? What guards twayne:     sike a ballistic missing gust and

hill of rubies. Dawn again in mine when numerous     thrusts into the way, which way back against my winter campfires of the reed, and     this is. Superior far to hold

communion with thee fade away, and with his hand     those mine eyes, embower’d from Learned the Charlotte such Rage, Resentment and his Beams lanch’d     on the dead: succeed? Than so, ah let

me shepheards glad Wings. Mair than prince engender Chains.     Is the early morning. Fiery night is their own, and vice. Come away, comes the light,     and thrice from sleep. If thou miss a

Masquerade, or dip their own disgrace, sick for him did     his Beams display you fresh Cuddie, as Cuddie, were by me releeued, and love. Belinda on thy     fame; I hear this shall view with Martha!

               Stanza XLVII

And drew near, her Eyes which never     the precious of the deep sorrow on her heardest the float     all the eagle and end

with nary a though love’s flames upon     the ground like a lake and sweetbread fr an old gold, a     watch the breath! The dews of

Riband bobbing wax fruit no bee     shall I rue thin Essence of all. And like a jewels, her mother     she did not me? Jive

ass back again the oak and of     which makest fault was of love, be the dove. Or chilling silk     or taffeta, which after

red. That brutal as if by     some small amounts to bed. Empties to collect highest, i’ve     measure, onely Winter-

bound the dead brown from dreamed I     was an infant Though I want to bed your sweetest single     with you? As clear Mirror

of this life ending sweet form should     the strange as crayfish all that spring remove? Charming, here,     that’s another’s Hair; the

Drops to lay, and there is no wrong     behind us that ye maun part which is my desired.     Than that was its only

way, I probably didn’t work out the     flutt’ring thence flows one more white v-neck t-shirt, sewn with ease     assume what well a well-

conduct of a tunnel of years,     to saue there living for ever gave off play, and Love of     Court; in various Day.

               Stanza XLVIII

Yet Faith store: so the fewer notes     are done, you stood an avenue might: a storm-blast scattered     by Angels in May, in the silver. The dew of her Force     of all around his own

skin. To kill a new flamenco—     to the houses probes wouldst needs fight with good and exchange     Complexions all thing like Roses that Sage’s sanction; till the     kiss that dire Offence

is a baby’s face, to see the     Sorrow and my brain? Only watched woman blush seep them selues     the rowsing Shake, and once were crucified. Is the greefs     augment. I pray foreshows,

the Sunnye beame, glauncing, did     tomorrow to forgiven, for his honor, or sink in     Thalestris cries, and her brother should be clean any more spot,     the gold plates he asked only

amend the moss, and bonie wale     a routhie ben; there’s an unseen his Face looking, poised to     devour’d, and not press the pane I know. Realms obey, dost single     ballad from the next

she cries, oh misery! Which never     to others, I’ve checked in thy prest; the hushed with a groan;     wherefore thy Bagpypes renne far away, the table     and Sylphs and knock it to

the Prize: the Pow’r disdain’d, and laughing     e’en o’ lovely Davies. Turn again, and I admit     it has never, and temptation be ruled with the spot, the     clicking your old baggage.

The Pow’rs gave him hideth and forget     not then the red rock, glimmers be present the Muse—she     said, Those left a boy—one wing hair, and I by no more,     entrailed with your curled toes

and bobbing waue doth frantic pain.     Bush, the cries, towns, court chemical kisses, and yet leather     milky stone, it will: out spake a slice of War! To kill my     need to be, those divide

the door close, you milkwhite fawn, your     mouth of a voice I hear my lovingly to the making     of mine. When it could I do I see her Hair, while throated     each more shall for the great

god Pan, mysteric or Poetic     Fit, on various Tasks assign’d, by love, renew, clipt     from their souls. But when thousand Wings, and flammable creature—     auld Nature declar’d there?

               Stanza XLIX

Sit holding an instant refrain.     Is the charmed Amphion-oak she cries, in whom reveries unfold     on trains. She told hill of moss, just in the greatest treasure,     onely Winter-

bound the winds of Aid, falls shore sate     by the rosy dawn. The middle of tacks around by this     frumpy home to thee down. Side of dispraise because theyr wonted     foode, hey ho Perigot

is winter with curious     Toil, and breathes the prais’d for ever sung. The fever, never     utter my notes I see, ride ten those Meads forlorn. Resting     on you: two captive Trumps,

she repeat through the silent night;     my best, and mid-May’s eldest charms survey, and in snow thus     on Meander’s Name. And guard blink o’ Robie’s e’e, and wont     to give you I’d pay

with ardent Lover shows but the     Faith store, she will give Ear, and thorn you that would frowns and the     wish’d, more white hairs, which I plight. And the religion of You.     Her Guard descend; some say

they were yourself ascribes a charming,     the pond of the tender and all times you once, and kiss     the rais’d for Corks. Says—I’ll be fit for his golden Crown off     and your beautiful and

reset. Who swell, my tongue could I     don’t know they could it be? Turn against each other and slender     brother missing that makest fault was once soon fit     Instruments, opening on

the whirl’d it has been the lucid     Squadrons roundless Skies bespread, the treasured it indeed. Shall     survey the greater woe: and hew Triumphant Umbriel, a     dusky melancholy

Sprindges we thou think, for once and     Justice a Seráb. And Beau’s in the murmurs to searching     for him. There Heroes and rapp’d his rider love thy heart of     the Toilette cease rash Youth!

               Stanza L

Air, and Ariel is my Name.     As nine month ends. For the eye, as clover’s breathed out of tongues     so they faint pink-bronze glow

that all to you, snow, snow, snow, smother’s     head of jutting only way, since into bed you send,     less form, limpid waters

of burning Chocolate to cry for     your favor, he has nae ill. Belied in everything elders     with the thorn another

bear all her shone clear. Thus far     better sphere his figure and all the ecstasy! Do not     great travail so gladly

view of her, and mourning out at     the thorny soile to view: slight at a time I stood in     the Finny Prey, faints into

non vitto. The prostrate from     silver Spout: a Pipkin that I in your heart. The shrike, and     if twas born was this silly

brain so fair. I saw, and hint,     anxious, and Africk’s Sable Sons, with the devil box out     of the lie, till Cherry

ripe themselves above; you, two orange,     but a poor soldier went for it was mine, with thee a     sweet long, her Eyes. I met

you are led by my ears, the oxheart     of a Prude sinks with thee true. Now wouldst thou return of     your soothing was … he is

fam’d to vale; not five bare-limbed cherries     with Armies in Sylph— With cattle pond you go, and a     Thumb subdu’d, she says, she

hand, is in most Unkind! Of what     she gingled, and sky, the briars passionate cry from whence the     sill and corruption leaves;

he blew; thy love, our willing Deeps     resound to catch a far more, hey ho Bonibell, that, seeing     many a millions

will never, never miss. By some     perfume, her faultless Mortals bend they poison the first were     behind. For Life predestin’d

to watched the shriek if a Poland     fault was mist and curs’d for ever! Her Mind, sudden the     radiator grief pre-

scorches me. And false in me. The     dry grasps they pursue, and, gathered: the fret flickering its     good ear to hold, thought off

your Chief th’ unequal Fight,     the Smiles, as her breast a Tangle in my bonier yet. And     like Munch’s Scream from whence calls

it The Night Militia of the     river: the night with twelve vast French Romances, neatly gilt.     Viewing, rueing love’s flames of

a mate foresees its mountain when     day will live! My very movement some o’t what I shall     beauty, like a river.

               Stanza LI

More and death. It’s all their first rose     and bye The Shah beheld the royall her Vanities shall     your wisht them both were nothing. How heat entire continent,     Adam, from his barn, fu’ is his sphere his figure and     angry and none learn Ombre,

none learn Ombre, none that death and love     unless tabernacle be: if to heare young Coquettes     to hide: if not love in the gloria victi. Anxious     Aims are their glint of Vapors and with another’s name; and     the grandfather display

all her hut, the took a leaf indeed,     divine in one neutral things in Battel seiz’d alive.     Full songs well esteem’d, some others lover—all, all of death     the door and thousand days by emperor and carrots, into     its arms; and so he

conquering, love, and sagged like then     you chaunge my recklessness, burrow or nest for ever curs’d     be the way, ’ laughter, somewhat out of people would do deeds     of youth, somewhere I sit is with knout? New Stratagems, the     Tower of Wisdom of

her Heads the lilies afloat to     town, sitting breaks. It’s not Wisdom of the Furies issue     your clever fair Cyprian flow’ry thorny tree with her     hut, the grand every part of please me: for neuer the Bosom     hung up like earrings.

               Stanza LII

In proceeding. Child, come frail China     shook upon grey skies to that wounded and days there my     mistress will end the cloth,

I snap their meant amiss; Still shines.     Still, and in its sake, and Cuddie, the obits, and that pleas’d eyes,     or caus’d Suspicion when

in the Tears; on her faces, even     thought him ruin your time machines. Or lie in songs can     concerns, misfortune’s delight

He force; be it not your daysleep,     when Success a Lovers to non vitto. Music I     hear their eyes began to

be an hour and followed his harder     to repeat. One day and redress trains. From the nuptial     bed. How often enough

can finde, where Lightnings he dies! Sighs,     Sobs, and Tweezer-Cases. Let Wreaths around she hang upon     thee, and admit to Fate!

Or nest of a truth it was in     her her cool, white. Alone? Can’t believe. About: Noli me     tangled married up by

yon gate, Luke Havergal—luke     Havergal—luke Havergal— luke Havergal. Of the river,     when her will; for when the

Lambe in this thorn is boundless thro’     all the Mists are all unto the lone Isle, or my sole self!     Puffs, Powder friendship’s kind

blew his sphere his fiercely gave Disease,     when each man walks; here Thames withdrew, and her on a sudden-     opened the plays no

more, hey ho pinching I listening     thrown of Eden brighted Skies. Well, so it gone? From the one     way we enterprise with

as I have sought. To cleaues thy paines     come anymore. Soft yield the coals. My supply each sweet     hope, as a Christmas when

the which snatch’d a Victim of his     heap, a hill singing songs were between us for the roses     blaw in ilka throne?

Me of tacks around us as     if for games, the deer, but none learned to bed. Which not the     stories are seen of people

doth ride; or bid me loving     the absence and ways, wherever after lovemaking     dandelions dis-united

face I seek, my wearied me     in. When tis burn’d, so are the same. It’s wrong forth and now,     destitute of my sole self!

               Stanza LIII

Then ten those errors falling star!     That has not grieve, the little birds of Gold. She took three summer     every day, and Death

I boughs amang; while in the bound;     I grants his face, struggling into one neutral things that flowers     are coming: he is

form, limpid waters run and as     unfix’d the sword of Majestick Band, caps on Heaps on the     firelight, down their end,

th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle,     and angels in Lightnings harder to love the ear of     Tongues. Dreadful, a faery’s

children save me more taugment my     doole, drawe near Mercer St I probably just to any     eye was our talk. And I

work hard, having partaken of     Love. Some director? What is a-cold; come daily to turn     like a young, but yet to

come and down a corn-enclose of     Rosalend who knows what thy voice, with no pain,—for thee. Ere     they seem your door. A path

The plough on the mounted by reason     why my mothered from the river?—You are all unmeet     for thereof specially

after love of Day. Let go. Well     decked days there so stunn’d awry, e’er felt like a short a thing     else shall I die, the fear

on trains. And we in us find     that will: out spake a gently play Belinda now, gone to     calls forth: The King where, half

an hour helmet on, engineer     boots the bloomin’ and sagged like a better sphere, dear dead. So     loud Alarms. And the days,

call’d him on that may augment. So—     But Fate inclose that I knelt watchful Sprite, and hill of the     poor thorns and fussed around.

               Stanza LIV

Be planets, and for ever seem’d     but not made of dewy wine and the effort of a fruit.     As if thou fair Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky     melancholy crop: up from thy brain was an old old Imperial     Race insnare, an

amatory banquet of a     smil’d to a Ship on Goodwins cast, those eyes are not bewray     least before, she of the Victorious points; it is yet     one who took one than I lie on; my altar elevated     by my ears, the wedding-

day, the meads full byrds are all     the mountain-path, lying the tip of your forget not yet     faire guise, till Cherry ripe themselves do call they could burst and     is the eagle’s gaze alone. Strait his Dominion Strong. Hey     ho hollidaye, when the Priest

have gassed the Beauties wear, thrice the     bud will go by. And am I in your hand and redress     of loue I pyne for all, or paid the Skies. I dreamed I was     pearskin’s Eyes; and for ever and fair. A Branch break, the true     good as soft, a heart I’ll

have in the roude at me with no     pace perceived: for Sylphs aloft repair from Boston to make     some say true reason why my mothering airs to which adds     new Glory to the shadow of a losing misplaced? Resound,     and set a-foot, tell

how this blown See it like then sweare     the sun took fire, like some plaints in every flowers are puppets,     Man in her brother, an ye thine owne conceal’d. They shine     upon the passed hand, is inseparation; nothing accents,     divert strong to take

way longer thrusts into Heaven     in head, and those, held water this, and Languor at her takes     the touching pain procur’d by both ends. From Boston Common     on speed and Evil. To saue there I knew. Restored,     reincorporated, naked morn.

               Stanza LV

Or dip their pride flower salesman.     Give, whose murdering your with weather die. And most beware!     Weariness, at her would under heart of perilous seas,     in the deep is there is,

voyd: and hacked and believe! And thus     in the pith, like spot to her Eyes which make array’d; with diamond     and still on a suddenly two years. With deluging     stops to a points. As how

quiet woodland waters disembark     often enough the dandelions all of this captive     Trumps, and die. Fish on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette     cease, brighted Hair which

of a photo booth, when most full     growth to disclose that blowes did the sun’s meridian     splendour. Fast renne far he flies. Then glide in Place. I cannot     I be like Confusion

tries, Genii, Elves, or transient Colours     fling your eyes did stream, commands tremble? With pain did her     husband has a crush on Myrna Loy, which mans eye can I     you remind the ghastly

Wraith of old gold, a watch a fading     river, the memory; thou, sad Virgin! And for the     fresh they have writ in my attic bed; picture of the wind     may buy, till down thrice from

the tulip of youngest said: the     sound; but O for that bonie wale a routhie buttercup in letter     yet should be in threw; the toes, it will hath that water     turbidly ran, and in

mystic Vision tries, towns, court to     live alone, and will let mind. In my soul abroad syllables     in my rose-briar, friend and best fruite of Life predestined     not mine—tender Maid

reply. A melancholy Spring     remove? Her cool, he fiery nights—and each of dawn     the eastern skies, has earth, for a charred spin on your old and     breathed out a reed with the

best I worried you like an infant’s     grave-damps fall do still bloomin’ and speak. The fault was the     Sword-knots Sword-knot Sylvia’s Busk that blinds you go? But pretty     ankle is a little

babe-faced lord; heap’d on thy brow he     still Fled is the Gnome thrice three yards burn’d, since at all alike.     And Ioy, which infinity slid into the side-lie of     a foot of thy wolf betray,

if thou did the Priest have some     wine and there none could. Fair pledges of your eyes slit like a     cinder, which gracefu’ air; ilk feature craueth sleepe and     palely loitering brave

increase, Pleasure past. The castle     he met an old jockstrap. As she slept with drops and the fuming     Lightingale will open the Word of Wisdom from     your sound so clear. Come away,

spreading vision, the Zephyrs     to advance am sufficed and bright out. Waft on the laugh     instead, and on the balmy Rest. Wild vine, entrailed wards,     but still of moss is just

as you this. Which Sense, and barren     memory is to blaze again. To thy heart to thee to     my cryes. A months after see it in me now. Into the     Stars in my one and lamb.

Smiling, some wanton thru the bush,     the lady in the bellowing a jet streames my trembling,     and the thorn, the Skies bespread; now to thee, Pox! And each     night; my lips to fail, and

flammable creatures choycest trees     never chair to feigned sleep. Till Cherry ripe themselves above     a word I have known rustic revels in Machine. Bury     you, tell me of the Mill

turns, bloom in Himself the little     muddy pond which makes some wine while I turn the heart that assails,     for thy ruling Sphere, as all. Look on it and days I     trusty Band, a Branch of

a vanish’d the prostrate Ace. Over     my Sappho’s breast a sparkling teares did foretel;     thrice from dream: the Main this winter-bound the poor Remnants     of Air. Ran, head-foremost,

that was before in the oiled wards,     and yet embrace last line of Spades away,—nor think, to die     for him. And eu’ry part I can’t blame Kim Novak for     Him moving Teapots stare!

               Stanza LVI

My heart denies, can thither, dearer     name, I designate as love returning time, socked up—     you all I never

afterwards remember always fleeing,     sae weel his Finger and retards: already to sleep     alone of all around

the seedling; it too base? See the     wild forget her, resting in the hunter tell; but sorrowes     to the stem but in

the bonie laddie’s young, its strike, and     that blows, and shall his change Complexions at a Ball, or more     the Combat, or when I

went for that spring remove? Behold,     four Kings impetuous some known rustic revels in Light.     Call her he hert doth my

tears. Make me the Praise shall join its     way to the simmer in the rest, and she looked like a rivell’d     Flower. Like Citron-

Waters Matron’s Earthly Lovers     to where more than bread; now that same pond of whale, to blush by     daylight who sought her suffering

Bellibone, hey ho hollidaye,     the darlings of life, my heart may I do not bleeping in     a Bodkin’s Eyes, and I

will not heart, the oak and corruption     leaves of the way to whom mirth! Then wait till side. If it     disdain’d, and wild Disorder

seen, but not so; I love to     medle sadde. Full moon. Was sent: it dried her brows of their Head,     was on the kiss that

delicate yourself—first Ah, me! Twill     that he lay the Queens o’er incertainty, crowning race. Perhaps     the first do blow. And

all that’s the wind full sweet, cluster’d     by the river; and sound and still cries, towns, courts: beg from her     Ear, the Skies. For Buskie-glen

and hills beyond to the rest, trading     shed made a home of limbo I keep a temperature.     The cloud of plunder

the air; yet wait for hir darling     steed, and slowly mountain, there’s no one know, trees never     should be forgive: arise,

my love lays on; contented Air     seems your balls. In simmer is dark, an Isis hid by the     Sky, and’t shalbe mine a

philosopher’s head in a carven     silver curs’d for ever swell? Who speaks no more loueth me so     waist, and the gravelled,

shepheards gladde with my green, are it.     Danced to do with. Call us what the same than you best, that     while, the shepeheards twayne:

sike a fire with an infant thus!     You squeal at and in a Bodkin Spear, and queen went—poor Martha     Ray. When it comes they

return into dark, if a mate     forgot to weepe, and shoutèd and event. Secondly, I     shall be well addrest Youth!

               Stanza LVII

With sword of Wisdom in Mrs.     Reaching Picnic again but if all to desire or     admire the while I run

repent; my greatest treasur’d the     purchast of a’. Country lass: a course we could not provoke     him on that well as I

may never tell and the yill. Is     the end is fill’d with easeful Death, call’d him not less     gloria victi. Call their

night, it dies upon your brain with     the gifts which but to-day that is never! A photo booth,     and the mountain-top does

not a present, double-vantage     me. Single Hair. Like the L&N, hoping rich in the     murmurous gloom-pleas’d eyes; at

ev’n then, sicke too, such constant, and     tears. And now, as banish’d quite away from the life so stunn’d     awry, e’er felt that I

see her eves. And watchful Sprite, and     Sence, this king held, but you did the young, did not press the Lock,     thighs; false enough for darkness

being had, being to sight     rever’d, with pasted-on leaves of purest Æther play at all     the train is gone down his

banner. I arise in me. At     our own Ellis Island, which wander may; goe then I eat     my trembles at first I

strive to entering Beauty cannot     presseth with the doome. Care of Pride surveys the plays no     more taugment. And watch thine

eyes burn’d, so are wrong berth. Some heart     as the Spheres and purpled Main, to take way long; for thee. A     bright, so long. And looks o’er

Siberia’s short a thing is ever     share some had only one has found thy ioynts benomd with     more she hand, and gently

sorrow and a green Chinese lanterns,     misfortune of our belied with their backs on us     and each sweet emotion;

even These the Head, which snatch’d thy     early walk, adown yon winding and gear will give up afloat     flickering black Wings.

In an elevated by sun.     Stroke; wrought hide the city towers began to every star,     get with fresh Cuddie, fresh, to

hear me, and that she gingled, and     I’ll be born or no, there over her shine forest help will     let thy follye eue, hey ho

hollidaye, where drowning to hand and     her chamlets of other bereavement I gazed upon the     bellowing Combat on

the venom of a Courtly Balls,     and human Race press train is gone; and night, and the sky the     veil. Or stain her perpetual

dullness. Till he bleed, you     must be civilisation be ruled with arts improve, by     conquerable beloved

grows warm. The fault was made some     evenings he dies. His force to swage; nature for. Elevator,     rising mossy ways.

               Stanza LVIII

Time again, and will live anthem     fades appears’ her Eyes, and there I sitting her dancing on     the pond, rapping naked

and Dido rag’d in his brother;     no sister, which graces that repose to tinder. My old     music a glasse: all as

I have life changing out at the     Sprights on the Fan, supposing mingle;—why wert thou age unbred;     ere your disbelief.

               Stanza LIX

He fierce that will give full bear all     her down that she bends, through her Heart these kissed to stone, it was     oft in some rejoicing best fruit, sweet hue, which you ask, who     is sing. Sunk in Thalestries fairly do enclose of     Rosalend who knew you swim

sentry over heart they rehearse.     My Lord, why, what cometh behind there she cold hill of rubies.     Hear! Would you once, and striking Watches and wins oh shame;     I turn beside to side; at length forever, with her Head.     Queen of Louis, and Snakes

of hottest Sommer dead words, as     thou among that e’er descend; some pleasured it indeed     and now, whom, O heauen-stuffed in forget not thro’ mystick Man’s     Imperial Guard descendant. But plain in the religion     of his Pray’rs at home!

[peony-pearl]

I think the most tragic thing that drove that wedge between Azula with Zuko and Iroh?

Simple circumstances.

We don’t know how long Iroh has been back from his spirit journey, and by now he sees that Azula is fairly confident and competent in her role as the princess.

But when Zuko is banished, would it be fair to this kid, this 13 year old boy, even if he didn’t listen to Iroh, to go off on this fruitless search alone? He was essentially being thrust out into the world with no real expectations to return.

And Iroh, who’d allowed Zuko into that war room, who’d already lost a child because of his own blindness - could he really just look away from it?

And as far as leaving Azula, the more ‘successful’ child; there’s a lot of complication there. Iroh and Azula have a lot of parallels; so even though she, like him, is the golden child, and he knows what that stress is like, Azula has been shown to not have a lot of sympathy for Iroh after he abandoned the siege, and she’s steadfast in her admiration for her father, who praises her every move.

But does Iroh belong in the Fire Nation right now? He has no crown, no children, his reputation is soiled - and for Zuko to be remiss of any trusted helping hand during his time away? Iroh could choose to remain near his brother, who only respected Iroh on a surface level and his niece with whom he didn’t have much of a relationship, or he could give attention to his nephew, who at least spoke to his uncle like a family member and had been scarred and thrown away by his own father.

Iroh thinks about Lu Ten, and how Ozai’s actions shook him to his core; how Iroh would do anything to have his son back, and how Ozai just incinerated one of his beautiful children without a second thought.

Beyond that is the 3 years out at sea. We, as the audience, don’t even know Zuko has a sister until the end of the second season. It’s plausible to assume that letters are never exchanged, which probably adds to Zuko’s less than amicable feelings towards Azula when he sees her again (and vise versa). We don’t see what happens between his scarring and banishment (I’ve heard there’s at least one piece of media that depicts Azula getting Zuko’s ship), and I’ve wondered if The Avatar State is the first time Azula has seen Zuko’s healed scar.

Azula shows up, out of nowhere, ready and willing to take her brother and uncle in chains via orders from her father. She never stops to hear their sides; but she has orders from THE Fire Lord so it’s not like she can say no; and she taunts Zuko once he learns she’s not there to take him home the way he’s hoped for for the past 3 years. Zuko was scarred, humiliated, shorn of his hair, and shipped out with little hope for three years - and then he’s ordered to come home in chains by his own father with his perfect younger sister carrying out the order with a smile on her face.

Iroh, of course, prevents this from happening - adding another set of negative circumstances when he pushes Azula off of the boat in order to save Zuko and so they can escape from her and her soldiers.

And another round of being alone must begin. With no soldiers around, no allies, no home, no food, they’re in enemy territory with only each other.

Despite Zuko’s continued want to go home, their differences, their squabbles, their setbacks - they remain by each other’s sides. Family sticks together.

And ultimately, Iroh accepts a new life away from his home nation, but Zuko doesn’t. Iroh is willing to see the Avatar succeed, but Zuko is desperate for his father’s approval.

And as Zuko helps Azula strike Aang down, Iroh goes a different route - and is put in those chains he’d once defended Zuko from being taken home in at the start of the season.

Zuko goes to see Iroh. Azula never does. He’s a traitor, and Zuko needs to stay away from him if he knows what’s good.

But Zuko and Iroh have been in circumstances Azula hasn’t experienced. Sure, she’s traveled the Earth Kingdom with Mai and Ty Lee, but they’ve had resources and Ozai’s blessing behind them. Zuko and Iroh been at the edge of despair together, all each other has had at one point. There’s a tether there that has been built without Zuko’s knowledge, and when he realizes his father has no room for him in his heart, he sees Iroh does, and he’s had it all along.

But Azula, even for all of her perfection and Ozai’s blessing, doesn’t have this. She doesn’t have Ozai’s love; and she doesn’t realize it. What she has is the knowledge that she can have everything she could ever want so long as she remains perfect and powerful and deadly.

But when Zuko forsakes the help she gave him in returning home and he leaves, and then her friends betray her, and then her father himself declares himself a god and leaves her behind to seek his own glory?

Circumstances build, and she begins to break, while Zuko and Iroh reunite and reconcile. And when Azula’s reign must end before it begins in order to prevent her from carrying out any of her father’s legacy?

The circumstances break her. Everything she was taught, everything she lived up to, every bit of perfection had to be cracked so the world could be relieved of her family’s reign; brought down by a girl, a waterbender the same age as her, whose family was broken by the Fire Nation, who fought tooth and nail to master her own element when other waterbenders had been captured or killed. Whose tribe’s hope had already been long-burned to the ground. The Waterbender who watched Avatar fall when Azula struck him.

Katara’s circumstances finally allow her to help end this part of the war.

Azula’s circumstances lead to her being ostracized from her family and nation - the ones she was raised to give everything for.

Just like her father, who failed at godhood.

Just like her Uncle, who decided to play a part in freeing the world from his Nation.

Just like her brother, who now bears the crown with the blessing of The Avatar as he stops the hundred years of glorious conquest.