#malik put a gun to his head and said “if you get shot you were never part of this family” then pulled the trigger like two days ago

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I just want us all to take a second and acknowledge that like. Rishid is a really fucking weird character right? Like it's weird to have a character who is explicitly a slave and have his entire story being just, dedicating his life to his "master" and eventually getting the hollow title of "family" as his reward right? Can we all just. Keep that in mind. That this is a weird arc.

Edit: every time someone interprets this as me calling him one-note or failing to recognize his character motives an angel loses its wings

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Omg I saw that you used to write for the assassin’s creed fandom and honestly what a throwback 😭 are they on livejournal?

Aahhh, this is the part where I have to admit, I don't think I ever put any of those drabbles online! It was more a fun thing me and wife used to do, writing very very short 5 minute one-shots based on single word-prompts.

Oh, wait! Apparently I actually still have them, in an old folder of mine! Will post under a cut. These are AC 1-3-brotherhood, primarily focused on the latter.

La Volpe/Cesare post the fall of the Borgia was my main rarepair ship in that fandom, so that's the main (if occasionally only implied) focus for a lot of these. (CW some dubcon/non-con under the cut, so be warned.) 😊

1 Unwillingness

It goes against everything he is, a greater challenge than any battlefield taken on. Snarling, eyes blazing his defiance, Cesare submits for now.

2 Memento

”Something to remember me by,” murmurs Volpe softly against the sensitive skin of his neck, and it's all Cesare can do not to yelp as those vicious teeth leave a bleeding gash in his ear.

3 Baseline

He still doesn't trust Machiavelli, Volpe muses, and it's equally clear Machiavelli doesn't trust him. Perhaps their shared love of secrecy is the one dependent thing about their relationship.

4 Sniper

He has shot guards from rooftops, towers, horseback, beams and the treacherous crumbling tops of ancient stone pillars. So why was it, muses Ezio afterward, that he hadn't even thought of pulling crossbow or gun out as his sworn enemies held their short council in the courtyard a few measly yards below his feet?

5 Birthplace

It is in Masyaf the order of Assassins was born into what it is now. Searching for answers Ezio sets out on the longest journey of his life, back to the beginning of all.

6 Denunciation

It is hard to remember what it was like to have faith, Cesare thinks, but easy to remember when it was lost. What God could ever work through the instrument that was Alexander VI, his father?

7 Distaste

”Volpe, you didn't!” Ezio exclaims, his face a mask of distaste. Volpe smirks.

”Oh, it was not at all bad. Cesare is well trained.”

Ezio shudders. ”That is exactly what bothers me!”

8 Elimination

Constantly, frustratingly one step behind, it is little Cesare can do as his allies are meticulously taken out by the Assassins one by one. And yet it is not until the last of those on his side willingly turn their backs on him that he realizes this battle is lost.

9 Bluntness

”You can do as I say,” says the master thief matter-of-factly, turning the vial of antidote over in his spindly fingers, ”or you can spend the night dying slowly while vomiting your innards all over the floor. The choice is yours.”

Pale with fury Cesare chooses to live.

10 Turf

The Assassins had been myth, legend, bed-time stories to frighten a young boy already afraid of the dark. But as they dealt an all but deadly blow to his father inside the Vatican itself, Cesare grimly declares war. Roma is his city, and all who oppose his rule must be swiftly and mercilessly dealt with.

11 Assassination

He burns for the ideals, fights the fight with passion and utter devotion. But when Shaun's shaking hands lower the suddenly impossibly heavy gun he knows something he'dnever even thought about (Innocence? Compassion? Humanity?) has perished as surely as that very first body at his feet.

12 Apprentice

He remembers a gangly youth skidding across slippery roof tiles, trying so hard to keep up and even harder to hide his inability to do so. La Volpe silently studies Il Mentore and considers he's no longer sure who would lead the way across the rooftops.

13 Debris

Ezio swears as the ceiling collapses over the bed he shared with Caterina until moments ago – his armor and weapons are buried in the rubble and will be hard to replace. He does not yet know they will be the least of his losses this day.

14 Scolding

Altaïr has never been one to accept blame or criticism for his actions, but something about the way Malik's not-there left arm twitches as to shake a not-there fist in his face as the man speaks makes him look away in hidden shame.

15 Torrent

The rain pours down over the city, making roofs and cobblestones alike wet and slippery. Volpe tugs his collar tighter around his shoulders against the biting cold and idly contemplates if a trip to the Castello would be worth the trouble.

16 Anchor

He cheats and steals and tells honeyed lies with the ease of a snake. But his eyes can be oceans and his touch velvet – sometimes Ezio wonders if his always restless, inspiration-ridden friend keeps Salai around just to remember what it's like to be human.

17 Truce

”It would be nice,” says Machiavelli evenly, ”if you would not so readily name yourself judge, jury and executioner the next time you fall victim to unfounded suspicion.”

”Fine,” mutters Volpe, frowning. ”It would be niceif you were not so secretive. And stop trying to steal my spies. Get your own.”

”Fine,” Machiavelli replies with a minute smirk.

Fellowship is knowing just when your brother-in-arms is lying.

18 Nook

There are many unknown and unseen hiding places among the rooftops of Florence. On his back, hair plastered against his face and hot breath against his ear, Giovanni concludes it's very handy that La Volpe always knows to find one when you need it.

19 Orgy

These parties are more to his father's tastes than his his, Cesare firmly tells himself, perhaps letting his eyes linger thoughtfully on the multitude of courtesans a moment longer than intended. Then a familiar slender hand grazes his thigh and he is reminded that the only person even close to matching his own schemes, cunning and skill is the woman on the throne next to his.

20 Scoff

”I spend all my time in the Animus,” Desmond frowns, ”Lucy's keeping an eye on Abstergo and Rebecca... hacks and stuff. What do youdo, really? Anyone could use, what, Google and Wikipedia?”

Shaun grins or at least bares his teeth.

”You mean Templar Central One and Two? No, it's called obtaining knowledge, Desmond - sifted like little gold nuggets of fact from the vast sands of ignorance you're so fond of burying your head in. Google can't help you there, I'm afraid.”

21 Scolding

At the time, Ezio always figured Giovanni's constant nagging and pleading with him to stay out of trouble was only the worrying of an overprotective father. Only later was he taught discretion was part of the ancient Assassin's creed. He never got very good at it, even so.

22 Bonfire

No-one is entirely sure why Julius II has tempered justice with mercy for now and opted for his enemy's imprisonment rather than death sentence. As far as la Volpe is concerned, the way Cesare goes pale whenever the topic is brought up is at least good for entertainment.

23 Nakedness

Being exposed holds no particular shame for him, but the walls and floor are freezing to the touch, draining precious warmth from his aching body. Now would be a prudent time for an accursed thief to show up with a blanket to bargain for.

24 Arbiter

It was funny, Machiavelli drily noted in his notebook, how God and Divine Justice so often were on the side of the biggest army with the sharpest swords.

25 Purgatory

The land burns, smoke choking the sky and tinting the sun a sickly shade of blood. It is with a cold and unfamiliar sense of foreboding Cesare hurries through the flames toward the towering walls of the fortress to escape this hell on earth – one way or another.

26 Fingernail

Ezio has more than his fair share of scars adorning his hardened body, some remembered more fondly than others. He would never dream to ask Caterina to trim her nails, or use them just a touch more carefully.

27 Slavery

The Creed dictates freedom of thought, and in his reckless youth Altaïr would use it as justification for any rash impulse. But the older he grows, the more he comes to realize freedom and all its crushing responsibility can be the harshest master of all.

28 Carnivore

When confronted on his nasty habit of biting, Volpe only grins and quips something about foxes and their nature. Cesare is tempted to snap he's often seen dirty foxes prowling the back streets for garbage, but can see where Volpe would go with that, and so holds his tongue.

29 Bluntness

Ezio is too flustered after his mother's blunt request he find other outlets than vaginas to realize the enthusiastic young artist at his side seems more than eager to offer a few suggestions on the particular subject.

30 Vow

He will live, Cesare vows. He will live, he will regain his freedom, his power and his army. At any cost. And then they will. All. Pay.

31 Blending

It was simply not fair, thought Machiavelli, that no matter how solid your acting, no matter how meticulousyour disguise, Volpe would immediately spot you in a crowd and grin at you. Clearly spying on the sly old fox called for more cunning means, he conceded as he made his way to the Rosa to shamelessly bribe Claudia for information.

32 Misconduct

“Not that we are in any particular hurry to the Castello,” Orsini says, the knuckles of his war-gauntlet quite pleasantly buried in Cesare's face, “but things would just be easier all around if you would stop squirming and came quietly.”

33 Ultimatum

“If you don't stop hogging my mp3-player,” Rebecca whispers softly in Shaun's ear, “I'll tell Lucy exactly whatyou and Desmond used her yoghurts for last night.”

34 Takeover

“Stop!” Lucrezia commands as the soldiers feed the paintings to the fire – already the image of a swan is crackling and fading to black amongst the flames. Such a waste of beauty. She hasn't even realized Cesare is standing behind her, fierce and bloodied after the battle, until he speaks.

“You like them?”

She nods, and he touches her cheek with a smile, careful not to stain her hair.

“Then they are yours. A memento of the day the Assassini fell.”

35 Afterlife

“I blame you for this,” says Cesare flatly as the imps re-heat the lake of boiling tar. Again. “There is no God, you said. No heaven and no hell, you said. Stupid old bastard.”

Rodrigo mutters something about Hell being other people, but will have to concede that in this trifling matter, yes, he was mistaken.

36 Distaste

He would rather be hated than forgotten, Cesare sullenly thinks, rubbing his stiff hands for warmth. Bony, filthy, with the matted long hair of a hermit falling into his face, he has to settle for the guards' contempt. At least it's better than pity.

37 Slavery

He isn't really paid, Leonardo thinks, merely kept alive, yes. Not really compensated as such. And so the construction of the intricate war-machines is really on the consciences of his masters, not his. Sting of guilt quenched he returns to the blueprints with renewed fevered enthusiasm.

38 Probation

“What's the catch”, asks Cesare with deepest suspicion.

“No catch,” Volpe assures, looking innocent. “Just a reward for your recent good behaviour. Keep it up and there may a meal and a hot bath in it for you, too.”

Cesare does not for a moment believe they are just going out 'to stretch their legs', but a meal does sound inviting. He follows.

39 Adversity

Ezio strongly disapproved of the idea of his little sister taking over the Rosa in Fiore, and he frankly can't say whether he is more disappointed or proud when it flourishes under her care.

40 Bluntness

“You are a thief,” Machiavelli growls, piqued into a rare display of anger. “A liar and a cheat and an honourless thief!”

Volpe grins.

“All those things. And I'm still better than you.”

41 Scheming

Ezio gave the Apple to Mario, who had it stolen by Cesare, who gave it to Leonardo, who found it plucked out of his helpless hands by the Pope and his daughter. He ponders life was easier when he was just a painter. The Apple is a thing of awe, but the intrigues in its wake make his head hurt.

42 Favorite

It wasn't that Cesare particularly hated his older brother. It was just that while he no longer childishly sought his father's approval, the position as the Pope's favorite son came with several practical perks. Unfortunately for Juan, that meant he simply had to go.

43 Truce

When things are civilized, they can be bearable, almost even pleasant. The food is good, the wine plentiful, and Volpe's skilled fingers all but gentle. An unspoken truce, no matter how temporary. But neither man ever forgets the truth, which is war.

44 Scour

They answer to no-one, self-proclaimed executioners beyond all law. Too much blood on their hands now. Just before sunrise Cesare gives the command to attack. The cleansing of Monteriggioni has begun.

45 Extrovert

To hold his own council and play his cards close to his heart has always been his way, and he knowshe is a master at his game. And yet, Machiavelli can grudgingly admit to himself, it isn't until the boisterous chaos in human guise that is Ezio bursts in on the Roman scene that he begins to see how they will win this war.

46 Protagonist

“I will avenge the cowardly, treacherous plot against my father,” he thinks. “I will root out all those involved, every single one, and I will kill them and all they stand for.”

No-one ever sets out to be a hero, only to do what is right.

For Cesare, the path ahead is clear.

47 Willpower

It is never easy. Every time Altaïr visits his (his!) bureau in Jerusalem, Malik has to struggle with himself not to slay the man in his sleep. On many a moonlit night, only a lifetime of discipline stays the blade in his white-knuckled hand.

But strangely, it does get easier over time.

48 Esacalation

At first it had been mere proof of his ability to go anywhere in Roma as well he pleased, the taunting and impotent rage in response a given bonus. After some time, forced still-furious intimacy gained through blackmail had appeared a logical step. Then force turned out redundant. As Cesare clings to him, nails biting into his arms and teeth bared with need, Volpe admits to himself he would never have suspected the caged Borgia would so willingly use him to sate his desires – nor the other way around.

49 Torrent

Raw grief fades over time, a broken heart healed into a dull ache. The thing that keeps Claudia from sleeping at night is not all she has lost, but her screaming frustration at not being able to take her fate, and that of those responsible, into her own hands.

50 Danger

The peaceful life he had envisioned just the evening before will have to wait, Ezio grimly decides, pressing a hand to his wounded shoulder and focusing on not falling off his horse. And despite the shock, grief and pain, it somehow feels right. He has lived this life so long, he isn't sure he remembers how not to.

51 Splattering

Leonardo likes to buy birds at the market and set them free, watching with dreaming eyes as they take to the endless sky. Once, Ezio surprises his friend with twenty white doves. Much belatedly he wishes he'd remembered that stressed pigeons prefer to lighten their load before taking off.

52 Ramification

��It is time you take responsibility for your actions,” Rodrigo snarls, and Cesare struggles with the impulse to scream, childishly, “But father, younever did!”

53 Concession

“I'm not sure we should...”

Lover and Thief, silhouettes in the dark, alone. A light touch.

“Come now. It will be good, I promise.”

“But, what if...”

“Ssh. Are we not both Assassins? Everything is permitted.”

His honed thief's nerves tingling with foreboding warnings, La Volpe allows Claudia to persuade him in the end, knowing Ezio will probably kill him, and that it will no doubt be worth it.

54 Leer

You can't even seehis face in the shadows beneath the cowl. And yet, Volpe just standing there outside the bars, nonchalantly leaning one hand against the wall, makes Cesare want to scream. Or punch him hard. Preferably both.

55 Whisper

Ezio reflects that there are few other voices he would instantly recognize by just a short, urgent uttering of his name. His hesitation to turn around stems not from uncertainty, but the childish wish to postpone the trial of his oldest friend's rumored treason just a few moments longer.

56 Absurdity

At first Ezio had felt confused, then worried and finally terrified. But as they've fled Florence and the man introducing himself as uncle Mario tells him that his family belongs to an ancient clan of legendary assassins, relief washes over him. Finally is clear it has all been an insane dream. He can't wait to wake up.

57 Experimentation

Leonardo da Vinci is a true genius, his brilliant mind always seeing the world through a lens of wonder. Nothing escapes his never-sated curiosity – but that a small poseable wooden mannequin could be used like that? Cesare is a man not easily impressed, but will have to admit the artist rarely fails to amaze.

58 Farewell

It is with uncharacteristic kindness Volpe kisses him, between shared gasps for air after their final tryst. A last goodbye before the approaching dawn will see Cesare on his way to exile in Spain.

”Growing sentimental, old fox?” the younger man scoffs at him. ”No need. I shall return soon enough, and repaint the walls of Roma with Assassin blood.”

Volpe just smiles. He has already helped Ezio prepare his own journey and knows with certainty that Cesare will never again return to Rome.

59 Turf

”Maybe Giovanni could get away with doing paperwork all day over in Florence,” Mario says, and his tone clearly states what he thinks about his brother's choice. ”But arround here we train Assassins, not accountants or delivery boys.”

Ezio's body has never ached as much in his life as it does after his first day of training with his uncle.

60 Smoothness

When she smiles her deep red lips are like tantalizing rose petals, framed by sun-ray golden hair. She is smooth, flawless, perfect. But every rose has its thorns, and Lucrezia's are laden with poison.

61 Kneeling

Every fiber of Ezio's body strains desperately to regain control as he jerks like a puppet on golden strings of light.

”You are lucky,” breathes Rodrigo in a low, husky growls, leaning hard on the staff after the battle, ”So verylucky, little Assassin, that I am in a hurry.”

As the dagger sinks into his guts, Ezio briefly thinks that indeed, it could have been so much worse.

62 Purgatory

The imps don't know whether to feel amused or put out that the screaming, flailing argument between father and son has by now escalated to the point they don't even seem to register the lake of boiling tar anymore. A bit of respect for good solid workmanship, is that too much to ask?

63 Lick

It has to be said in favour of Machiavelli's assassin reflexes that the unexpected lick at his ear out of the dark earns Volpe neither a jump or a shriek but a rapid fist to the nose.

Only half an hour later, safely home in his bedroom, does Niccolo allow himself to contemplate what might have otherwise transpired.

64 Bonfire

It is a sad thing, reflects Ezio in hindsight, older, wiser, that compared to all the priceless art and knowledge fed to fire during Savonarola's mad reign of Florence, the mere loss of a human life that ended it is remembered with little sense of loss or revulsion.

65 Last

After Mario's death, Ezio has felt the weight of being the last Auditore Assassin ever heavier on his shoulders. But as he watches Claudia fearlessly take her leap of faith, he wonders how he could ever have been blind enough to think himself alone.

66 Well

The guards in hot pursuit yell and stab at wells, haystacks and dark alleyways. From his perch on a rooftop Ezio smiles. He always did prefer to take to the sky.

67 Wrongdoer

As his support falters and the opposition grows ever bolder, Cesare becomes increasingly frustrated with their attacks and accusations. He would prefer to answer only for his own sins, not those of his dead father.

68 Deliberate

It really is getting unnerving, decides Machiavelli, the way Volpe has taken up the habit of commenting on his every observation with a frosty ”Indeed” or ”Yes, quitethe coincidence”. He wishes he could believe the man isn't doing it on purpose.

69 Counter

When he first arrives in Jerusalem, Altaïr can't quite shake the feeling that the only thing between him and certain death is a rather narrow, map-strewn desk.

70 Bribe

Cesare has always been good at striking a profitable bargain. Unfortunately Borgia as a currency is bitterly deflated, and these days he often have to sell himself too cheap for comfort. Even though it isa warm, snug blanket.

71 Chess

Cesare knows he is a brilliant strategist – not so much because of the expected praise from his subordinates as from the satisfactory number of pins currently adorning his map of Italy. He would like to believe himself modest in this, careful not allow hubris to cheat him of a victory. And yet he never knows whether to frown or laugh helplessly as the absent-minded artist all but appologetically check-mates his king time and time and time again.

72 Feel

Leonardo never knows how to feel when Cesare enters the room. At first he is apprehensive, but as weeks turn into months and he realizes he's not only allowed but encouraged to dream up grander designs than ever before he is thrilled.

In the end, seeing the Assassins' plans put into motion long before Cesare even knows the final battle has begun, he can only avert his eyes in regret.

73 Mister

”Outside the kingdom of God is the realm of men,” Salai says, leaning just an inch too close. ”You worship there, Messere?”

Only years of training his clueless look on Leonardo helps Ezio keep a straight face as he blankly waves for the boy to follow him.

74 Fine

There are simply too many guards around for a discreet kill, so Ezio grudlingly counts the florins and hands them over. How was heto know he wasn't allowed to park his horse there? Time to liberate another stable from its Borgia-tower shadow, he decides. Burning them all down is easier than keeping track of territories anyway.

75 Dog

If La Volpe is the fox and Ezio the bird of prey, Pantasilea ponders, then Bartolomeo reminds her of a large, lumbering dog. Faithful and loyal unto death, but with a booming bark and a vicious bite for those who threaten those dear to him.

76 Forgotten

When Volpe appears he is the first person Cesare has seen in days. He greets the thief with his usual brazen curses, careful not to let any trace of relief shine through. Of all things he is most afraid to be left alone to die; not slain out of hatred or need, but simply ignored and forgotten.

77 Changed

Had Ezio been the kind of man to think upon such things, he might have noticed the Cesare facing him atop the towering walls is not the self-assured young general he met a handful years previous in Roma. Tired-looking and hunched over he looks defeated even before the battle has begun. But Ezio is here for one single purpose alone, and has never been the kind of man to think of such things anyway.

78 Gondola

Antonio assures Leonardo that only from an extensive tour with his private gondola will the artist truly get to know his new home town. As it happens, a rocky two-hour boat ride later, Leonardo still hasn't really seen much of the city. But that's quite alright, as he happily agrees to repeat the endeavour soon again.

79 Casino

It never hurts to try to win Fortuna's favour when gambling is one of your favorite pastimes, Salai knows, but in this particular case divine intervention is quite a bit closer at hand. As long as you have La Volpe's favor, the dice at the Sleeping Fox will never let you down.

80 Soup

The first bowl of watery gruel ends up thrown in the guard's face with enough force to break his nose. The next morning the second splinters against the wall. Nearly a week passes before he forces himself to eat the fifth, to preserve his strength.

Cesare closes his eyes as he quickly raises the bowl to his face to wolf down the hundredth, before the reflection in the dull surface can show him what he has become.

81 Carrot

”Tell you what,” murmurs Volpe in the starving prisoner's ear, dangling the vegetable in front of his face, ”If you give me a good enough show I'll even let you keep it for supper when you're done.”

82 Madame

Volpe has to admit himself impressed – Claudia is shrewd, ruthless and horrifyingly practical, and stillmanages to be praised a good businesswoman rather than cursed a thief.

83 Kilt

Yes, Ezio decides as he flexes his body inside the unfamiliar weight of Romulus' armour, there is definitely a draft around his nether regions. Whatever the old Romans may have thought, a skirt of leather belts does notconstitute proper clothing.

After some swearing and creative arranging of his spare cloak he considers it may well look even moreof a skirt, but at least this cut preserves his manly dignity when he jumps.

84 Theft

He has stolen valuables, information, people and lives. La Volpe draws in a deep breath as he surveys Roma in the first light of morning, then exhales in satisfaction. She is the greatest city in the world, and she is all his for the taking.

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You save them/they save you 2: Shay, Malik, Altair

Malik Set years before Solomon's temple : It was an embarrassing on both sides it was also how they met! he was being chased at night by some stubborn Templar's when he stumbled into an open window where a very pretty woman was getting read for bed, they stared at each other for a few moments unsure of what the other was doing there..."What's your name?" he blurted out as the woman blinked unsure. "Uh..y-Y/n." she stammered as Malik started taking his robes off.

 "Well Y/n I'm going to need you to take your clothes off..." He said much to Y/n's mortification. "Wh-" the assassin cut her off. "I won't do anything I just need you to trust me." he whipped his head toward her window those voices were getting closer...  Y/n swallowed and reluctantly did as she was told. 

When the guard poked his head into the Y/n's window he was met with a couple getting intimate the woman noticed the guard and gasped in horror before her assumed husband whipped his head around to see what scared her. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Malik snarled at the peeper who stuttered out a flurry of apologies before leaving them.

 "The damn bastard got away!" the guard yelled to his companions before leaving the area, Malik sighed then looked down at Y/n who averted her eyes from him, The assassin got off her and started getting dressed. "Sorry...And Thank-you." He said before taking off into the night leaving Y/n wondering if she'll see him again.  

How he saves you: Y/n was being followed she knew was being followed she started walking into alleys taking sharp turns and exiting into crowed areas but this stalker was persistent... she knew he was going catch her eventually do god knows what to her! Entered another alley noticing a second pair of eyes on her from above that were keeping in pace and steady eye on her unwanted guest. 

Y/n was going to try and lose him in another maze of alleys when an arm yanked her into a niche, she was going to scream when she saw the dark blue over coat and white robes "Mal-" She cut off by him suddenly kissing her and wrapping his arm around her waist, while Y/n was stunned she responded to him.

 Malik opened his eyes under his hood and shot a glare behind the y/ht woman at her stalker who flinched under the taller man's gaze before noticing the sword on his waist and took of running, Malik pulled away smirked feeling proud that he still had an intimidating presence and that made his girlfriend weak in the knees.  

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Shay: He was being chased by bounty hunters one of them managed to shoot him in the side, so he was pretty bad shape when he stubble into the undertaker's home, shocking the hell out of Y/n. "Shay?!" she said stunned restocking the incense burners, she pulled him away from the door as Shay "I need to get out of sight lass." he hissed in pain as the y/ht woman heard men outside looking for the Irishman, thinking fast Y/n brought him down into the room where they store and prepare the bodies for funerals and laid Shay down in a coffin.

"Sorry this is the place I can think of." she said wincing noticing his bleeding side. "It's fine just get rid of them." He grimaced from the stench of death and embalming fluids as Y/n closed the lid, just as her front was pounded on... What the templar didn't see was Y/n examining the blood drops leading to the coffin, She covered this up by cutting her hand with one of her father's tools making it bleed heavily and put the bloody tool on the coffin lid, and following Shay's trail to the frontdoor. 

Shay held his breath as he heard Y/n muffled voice followed by a few men he heard steps wandering around the building. "Guh, what a stench!" one man grimaced as they walked into the morgue. "Well what did you expect? for it to smell like a rose garden?" the y/nat woman sassed as the men gagged trying not to look at the bodies that weren't covered as she pointed at the bloody tray and scalpel. 

"See? Like I told you I was cleaning my father's tools when you brutes started pounding at my door!" she hissed holding a cloth to her hand. The men apologized and left obviously not wanting to spend another minute near the dead or with the creepy undertaker's daughter, Y/n sighed and opened the coffin Shay was hiding in luckily her father had returned from a funeral and patched to two of them up, Shay thanked by giving her bandaged hand a kiss and disappearing into the night.

How he saves you: "Y/n you've taken the cake this time..." she huffed to no-one in particular as two native men eyed her curiously, she saw the natives getting rounded up into two groups one for adults and the second group was just made up of children as these redcoats were loading them into carriages, Y/n silently stepped in she managed to free the kids but was caught when she went to free the adults.

"Shut-up back there!" a redcoat guard snarled as another slammed the butt of his rifle against the carriage bars, causing her to glare at them. "Why did you try to help us?" one of the captives asked the y/nat winced holding her bleeding side. "Because no one else would, this was your home long before we came around..." she said keeping her voice and breathing steady, as she was sitting in the back of that redcoat carriage bleeding out.

Y/n's mind slowly wondered to Shay would she see him again? probably not... she's lost a lot blood, Y/n wanted to laugh bitterly as a stray tear fell down her cheek as she thought about their short time together one of the natives looked at her sympathetically he hesitantly took her free hand held it,��well at least the children got away so her efforts aren't completely in vain ...She never even got to chance to tell Shay she loved him.

Suddenly there was commotion the cart suddenly stopped as the soldiers surrounding it started rushing around panicking! Blades were swung and guns were going off Something or someone was taking them out, one of the native's cautiously stood up to see what was going on, as it had suddenly got quiet. "The guards... They're all dead!" he said causing a few other's to check to see, as someone was coming around the side...

Everyone sort of huddled together as the cage door was unlocked and yanked open to reveal Shay the natives bolted as soon as the door save for the one that comforted Y/n he helped Shay get her off the cart. "Thank you." he said to Y/n before joining the others while Shay got the y/ht woman tended to... Then yelled at her taking off on her own like that!

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Altair:He was knocked into the water by one of the guards, You were on a small fishing boat tending to the nets when you saw the arrogant Altair get thrown into the water, you snorted thinking that will that the wind from his sails. (Let's just say you and him have a history.) but then he didn't come back up... You started panicking and jumped in and swam to where you last saw him. 

You dove underwater he wasn't that hard to find his white robe were bright in contrast to the dark blue sea! You took a big gulp of air when you broke to the surface and dragged Altair to the shore you rolled him onto his back, and  placed your head on his chest and cussed not hearing a heartbeat, You pull yourself on to his waist and started to try and revive him by giving him a nice punch to the sternum, Altair jolted and started coughing up water, You climbed off and let him roll onto his side when he threw up more and caught his breath.

He eventually managed to breath he rolled over and looked looked at you with an unreadable expression, probably confused why you would rescue him of all people after the way he treated you. "You're welcome..."you huffed before getting up to leave only for Altair to pull himself up looked over a stall selling scarves and shawls and took one (the person running it ran when the guards came) and silently covered you with it. "Hard to thank woman with no modesty.." he grumbled keeping his eyes focused somewhere else, your furrowed wondering what he meant by that? you looked down to see your clothes were completely see through! Needles to say it was tense walk home.

How he saves you: Somehow the Templars found out your family was in the assassin order and started targeting you! of course you didn't know this as you had left the brotherhood intending to live a normal life, So being woken up in the middle of the night by an armored man with a sword to your neck was the last thing you'd see!

Your old training kicked in and you managed to dodge out of the way from the blade coming down on your chest! Before he could raise his bade again something hit him in the back and he collapsed in a heap as a almost feral looking Altair holding his crossbow, stepped out from the shadows covered in blood splatter as his eyes roamed your body checking for injuries. "What's going on-" the assassin cut you off. "There's more coming we have to go." he hissed grabbing your hand as he led you through the house which had bodies laying along the premise, more were outside... Altair really went into overkill with them.

You swallowed hard remembering why you left the assassin's in the first place, you didn't have the stomach for it and you certainly didn't want to be raised to be married off like the other women born into the creed, you wanted to experience a life where killing wasn't in the cards... Shame life doesn't work out that way, Altair never let go of you until you were safe in Malik's bureau. 

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Hi, honey!! I'm back on Tumblr hohoiii 😆 If you still accept prompts can I ask you for: Damian and Jonno's children (a boy and a girl, God knows why😶) are sent to the past and met their daddys who are recently dating. ((Please, make it extremely awkward, some Batfam too)) tysm😙

(Once again, thank ya for giving me a chance to work with these kiddos! I hope you like this!!)

The portal dumped them out in the middle of the air. Because of course it did.

The two screaming kid vigilantes grabbed at each other as they plumpted through the air. Zaina willed her fluctuating powers to kick in, and sure enough, the adrenaline caused the surge and she snatched her brother out of the air, slowing their fall.

"Oof! You're heavy!" She exclaimed, scowling down at him.

"I am not!" The younger teen, built like a rugby player, said with a scowl.

"Yes you are!"

She looked around, flying to the nearby roof and touching down on it, she "gently" dropped her brother to the graveled roof of the tall building.

"Where are we?" Malik asked, popping up and looking around.

"Ummm."

He was already activating his lenses, which were glowing blue now. He looked around, turning a full circle.

"I think we're in Gotham," Zaina asked, walking to the edge and looking down.

"Really? Did he just teleport us away."

"... No, look."

Zaina pointed across the street to billboard on the side of a building, one that had Bruce Wayne, and something about Wayne Industries.

"Oh my God," Malik exclaimed. "Sis. I think we were sent back in time."

Zaina and Malik Wayne-Kent were the children of Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, they had been adopted at 5 and 3, respectively, and had lived with their parents for thirteen years now. Both were born Arabic, but had met Jon during a crisis in their Homeland, their mother having been killed in it, and Jon took very quick steps to make sure the kids were okay, and not long after, he and Damian decided to adopt them.

Zaina was eighteen now, and yet still shorter then her brother. She was only 5'5", and fairly muscular from having done gymnastics almost her whole life. Her black hair was cut short in a shoulder length bob, and she had darker skin like her father. She had, a few months ago, been exposed to platinum kryptonite, and had thus gained the powers of Superman. Only they were still on the fritz. It made her wince to remember the weeks when her hearing was changing, and when her eyes evolved. The good news was she didn't need glasses. Her father had wanted to take them away, but Zaina had begged and begged and made full persuasive essays and finally convinced him to allow her a trial period.

Malik was only sixteen and but he was tall, and broad in the shoulders. He played lacrosse and worked out and ran and all those things, and yes, he was in a rugby league. He was already a hottie at sixteen, and Zaina could not count the amount of girls she had chased away from her brother. His dark hair, more brown then black, was kept short, shaved on the sides and just a little bit of fluff on top. He had no powers, just his wicked sharp intellect and skills with technology.

They had both become teen vigilantes a few years back, having adopted adaptations of some of the previous heroes in their family line. Zaina had become Robin, with a bit of a twist on the uniform, it was more solid black, with splashed of color here and there, her boots, her belt, her cape, her gloves. So on. Soon she probably would switch to a Super title when her powers fully developed. Malik had made his own name, Batboy, until he felt he had earned the Batman title from his father. His costume was a lot like the Black Bat costume, and his cowl didn't completely cover his head, just came up his neck and around his eyes, his hair sticking out the top, and the classic bat ears poking up from the sides.

Their parents had both stepped down from their vigilante rolls for the most part while they were raising the kids, but when the siblings had started sneaking out, they decided to pick the rolls back up so they could properly train them, and watch their backs until they were ready to go out. It's doubtful they ever thought this would happen.....

Their game plan was simple. Find Batman or one of their uncles. Explain. Get taken back to the batcave, and then to the Watchtower so Waverider or someone can send them back to their time.

They split up after Malik resynced their comms, going to opposite ends of the town. Zaina was flying, scanning the streets, listening for the sounds of her family. And then, as it tends to do, her powers just gave out. She screamed as she started falling, scrambling for her grapple gun, which Malik wisely made her keep. And then she landed on something with a small thunk.

"Hey there, you better slow down a bit, shouldn't jump without a grapple in hand."

She recognized that voice. It was a bit younger, a bit more innocent and lively, but she recognized it all the same. She twisted in her savior's arms, looking up at Superboy.

"Pops!" She exclaimed joyfully, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

She probably shouldn't have done that.

Jon chuckled nervously, keeping his hold on her.

"I think you have me mistaken for someone else..."

"Oh. . . No. It's a long story, we need to find ba- Robin, or errrrr....." She paused, considering how she should do this. "What year is it?"

"2019?"

"Okay. We need to find Robin."

".... Who are you?"

"I'm also Robin, but from the future."

Malik had similar luck. He had been poking around the narrows, secretly hoping to find Red Hood, when the screaming hit him. His sensors started going crazy seconds before he could hear it, and then he took off, running through the streets and weaving between cars and signs to reach the source.

He burst around the corner and found a full on gang street fight going down, a couple kids stuck in the middle.

"Hey!" He yelled, his voice projected slightly by his tech.

A couple people paused and turned to him. He grabbed his Bo staff, fully expanding it and hitting a button to send electrical currents through it.

"Back away from the kids."

One of them scoffed, stepping forwards.

"It's one of them batkids. Soak 'em, boys."

Malik easily knocked out the first two, flipping off the third to get back out of range of their bats and knuckles.

"Oh ho! He thinks he's hot shit!"

More thugs rushed at him, but Malik was used to this, he easily beat them all down. Until one got behind him, arms wrapping around his upper arms and squeezing. Another grabbed his Bo at the insulated section, preventing him from hitting anyone.

Then there was a thump and the person behind him let go. Malik reared forwards, headbutting the person in front of him. He judo flipped them quickly before turning back to find the kids. They were huddled against the wall. He took a running start and flipped over some thugs, ducking past others until he was at the kids. There were three total, two younger ones, and a teen, not much younger then him.

"Hi," he said with a smile, smacking another thug with his bo. "I'm going to get you children out of here okay?"

They nodded rapidly. Malik considered his options and then looked at the oldest.

"I need you to carry the smaller one."

She nodded, quickly getting him on her back piggyback style. Malik picked up the other kid the same way. Then he produced his grapple and aimed for the roof. Once it was hooked, he put away his baton, and grabbed the girl with his free arm. They quickly were yanked up and swung over the crowd of gang members to the end of the Street, where it was clear and safe. His shoulder complained greatly, but it was fine.

When he landed, set down the kids and turned around, everyone was gone. Except a vigilante. Robin. His baba.

He recognized his father instantly, having seen enough pictures to know, even with the significant difference.

"Oh thank God."

Robin eyed him warily.

"Who are you."

"I think we best wait for-"

His sensors beeped in annoyance at the detection of two Kryptonian's. He turned and found his sister and a much younger version of his pops landing, Zaina on Jon's back.

"Sis! Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, ditching Damian to run to her. She jumped off and ran over, meeting him and grabbing his face, scanning him over.

"I'm fine! I heard all the fighting!"

"I'm okay, did your powers give out again?"

"Yes! I was up four stories and they dropped and-"

"I told you not to get that high!" Malik protested.

"Hey! Don't lecture me!" Zaina glanced to the side and froze. "You found Baba?"

"Yeah."

"Are we going to tell them?"

"What else do you have in mind?"

"Doesn't that break time travel rules?"

Malik gave his sister an annoyed face.

"No- God, that's not- no, Z, no."

"Excuse me. We have questions," Jon said, stepping up.

"Police are almost here," Malik shot back, the lenses of his mask slightly blue. "We'll talk after."

After they cleared things up with the police, they headed to the batcave, and Malik immediately felt more relaxed in the familiar, yet older interior. He didn't hesitate to pull his mask off, looking around, noting the differences.

"Robin what is this?"

He glanced over to see Batman and immediately went still.

Bruce had died with they were young, they had barely gotten to know him, and Malik especially had very few memories of him... Zaina, on the other hand, gave a sob like noise and smacked her hand over her mouth. Everyone looked at her, confused.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, composing herself. She too reached up and took her mask off.

"You would like an explanation?" Malik questioned, even as he tapped at the screen attached into his glove.

"We would," Damian responded, eyeing him warily.

"I'm Malik Wayne-Kent, this is my sister, Zaina Wayne-Kent, and we're from the future."

Silence hung over the cave after his words and Damian looked thoroughly shocked.

"I'm sorry," Jon said, speaking up. "Did you say, Wayne-Kent?"

"Yes."

Damian opened his mouth, shut it once, and then spoke. "Please tell me you are Drake's children?"

"Afraid not," Zaina said with a head shake. "You're our baba."

There was another several beats of silence, and then Bruce seemed to put two and two together.

"And your other parent is..... Jon?"

Malik nodded. "Pops."

"Which makes me your grandfather."

Another nod from Zaina.

"You're kidding me. If you're joking right now I'll-" Damian clenched his jaw and looked up at Jon.

"Wait, are you two.... What half of 2019 is this?" Malik asked. "Have you not started dating yet?"

Bruce opened his mouth, looking at his son, and then back at his future grandchildren.

"Oh, dear," Zaina said softly, leaning into her brother. "I don't think they have."

"Oops."

"Wait so you're telling me we get married?!" Jon exclaimed, shocked.

"Uh, well in our timeline you do. When we got spit out here, we created a separate time line from ours."

"And. She . . . She has powers," Jon said, pointing at Zaina.

"I was given them by Platinum kryptonite," Zaina explained. "You wanted to take them away, baba, but I managed to convince you otherwise."

"Sounds like something you'd do," Jon said, nudging Damian.

"Shush, Jon, this is important. We have to get them back to their timeline before we change anything else accidentally."

Bruce was sitting there in silence and then he looked to his son.

"Damian. Are you two dating?"

Damian winced slightly. "Just a few weeks ago...."

"... Okay. I'm going to go prep the jet. We'll head to the watchtower."

The four watched him walk away. Then Zaina looked at Damian.

"It's really odd seeing you guys do young," she said, smiling lightly.

"I imagine so... We really let you two be vigilantes?"

"You didn't really have a choice. I hacked into the cave and then we snuck out every night until you decided to just train us."

Damian and Jon didn't quite know what to do with their children, just kinda awkwardly looked at them.

Malik finally turned and walked away, over to the dino. "Man, this thing is so old."

"Okay, you young pup," Zaina said with a laugh, following after.

"So whose all what in this time line?" Zaina asked, looking over to Damian and Jon, who were whispering softly.

"Pardon?" Damian asked in a cold tone she wasn't used too.

"Uncle Dickie, he's.... Nightwing?"

Jon nodded, his arm was around Damian now.

"Dick's Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood. Cass is Black Bat, Barbara is Batgirl slash Oracle, Steph is Spoiler, and Tim is .... Drake," their pops explained. "Obviously we're Superboy and Robin, and Bruce is Batman."

"Bruce is dead in your timeline isn't he?" Damian asked, walking away from Jon and torwards them.

They exchanged a look, and then Malik nodded.

"There was an accident.... No one could stop it. I'm sorry," he said softly.

Damian shook his head, gently hugging Malik.

"No. I'm sorry. How old were you?"

"I was only five, Zaina was eight."

"I remember him more then Malik," Zaina offered, looking sad now.

Malik, hugging his baba back, looked up to Jon, who looked contemplative.

"But, again, we accidentally changed your time line, so that may not happen. Just like you two may not get married, and you may not adopt us."

"... As far as I'm concerned those seem like fixed points in time," Jon said.

Damian sighed and pulled back, giving Jon a look, and then he hugged Zaina.

"Who am I? In your time?"

"First and foremost your our dad," she answered. "But you're also a businessman and Batman. Once Malik is old enough, you're going to give him Batman."

Damian nodded as he considered this, but went silent, stepping back to stand next to Jon.

They had a very awkward flight to the Watchtower, Zaina and Jon quietly chatting about their powers, and what Zaina had developed so far. Malik sat next to Damian, silently working on his tech, as always. He was obsessive about keeping it updated, always changing the programing. Some of his features didn't work due to the lack of connection to the Wayne Satellites of the future, but enough of them did that he could still preform scans, bouncing off nearby cell phone towers.

"What's that?" Damian asked, watching him tap at the screen on his forearm.

"It's my control panel."

"For what?"

"My OTL."

"What."

"It's. . . Optical lenses in my mask, look."

Malik held it up, flicked on the blue lenses and then turned, looking at Zaina. On his screen, a digital display of a file popped up.

"I can also do this."

He triple tapped it and it was projected up into a hologram.

"Oh."

Zaina leaned forwards, arms on her brothers shoulders. "Malik's a genius. He programs all his tech himself. Even uncle Tim and Aunt Babs can't keep up with him."

Malik flushed, looking down. "I just like programming."

"You'd never guess it, from his public appearance, but he'd a major nerd. Jock Nerd type."

"Okay Prep Jock, shut your mouth."

Zaina giggled.

"So, what are you two's vigilante names?" Bruce asked from the cockpit.

"I'm Robin," Zaina answered, looking up to her grandfather. "But pops and I have agreed once my powers and are more consistent, I'm going to take up another name, Supergirl or something."

"And I'm Batboy, for now."

Bruce nodded slightly.

"I know you guys have a lot of questions, but I am afraid we won't be able to answer some of them," Malik said. "There's somethings I don't dare mess with, timeline wise."

"We understand," Bruce answered. "this isn't our first time messing with time travel."

The rest of the flight was awkward silence. They got to the watchtower and confused everyone they talked to.

"Where's Waverider?" Bruce asked J'onn, who was on duty at that moment.

"He has not been around for several-"

There was a burst of sparks and then suddenly Waverider appeared in front of them. He gave Malik and Zaina a startled look. They waved.

"You two are much bigger," he remarked.

"Well, that's what happens when you aren't hoping around the time stream," Zaina said with a grin.

"Your father's are probably waiting for you," he said, walking over to them. "Let's go."

"Wait!" Zaina backed away, and then spun to Bruce. "I know you don't know me. But... Can I just give you a hug?"

Bruce chuckled and nodded, opening his arms. "Come here."

She ran over, crashing into his body, hugging him tightly. Bruce gently hugged her, rubbing her back.

"It's okay, I don't know what happens, but I understand," Bruce said softly, kissing her head.

"I love you, grandpa," she murmured softly.

"And I can not wait to meet you again, little one."

Zaina pulled away, reaching up and adjusting her mask. Bruce looked to Malik and held open his arms. Malik immediately gave in and ran over, hugging him. They exchanged no words, just hugged. And then Malik stepped back, and Waverider grabbed onto both of them.

"Goodbye, and thank you," Zaina said to the younger versions of their fathers.

"Bye! Be safe!" Jon said with a grin.

And then they were gone.

They appeared back in their time, right in front of their fathers at the batcave. Damian jolted slightly, and then raised an eyebrow.

"Waverider?"

"Hey, Damian. Jon."

"What's up?" Jon asked, setting down his cup of tea.

"Oh, not much, found your kids in 2019. Figured you might like them back."

"Indeed we would."

"Well, see you around."

Waverider disappeared again. Malik sighed and pulled off his mask, walking forwards and hugging his baba.

"It's been a weird day, and I'm ready for bed. Good night baba, good night pops. I love you," Malik said, heading towards the locker room.

"Love you too, kiddo," Jon called after him.

They looked at Zaina. "So what happened?"

"I'll explain over some hot cocoa and smores."

[pettyelves]

the man on fire

[boy on fire] [ vacationing ]

She had come home to a quiet house, kissed her children, and immediately gone to the bath. There she drifted in and out of sleep. By the time she caught wind of Kurel’s return home. It was too late. 

In the living room, Kurel had leveled a pistol at Silthas-- who had fallen asleep on the couch and gone undisturbed until the Admiral’s return.

"I explained this all to Eilithe already..."  Silthas paused, like he was hoping she'd come out of the shadows and help him, only to resume a moment later. "... I'm the son of Shadeala Moonsong. She... And my grandmother Morinthe, tricked me, manipulated me, forced me... Into coming here. I bear the scars of their abuse, of their attempt to mold me."

 Another long pause and he reached beneath the couch, slowly, quietly, to grab a box of Kul Tiran cigars and a bottle of fine bourbon. At some point he stashed a cutter and glasses, which he now tried setting on the coffee table, so he could open the bourbon and pour. "Want a drink? A smoke?"

Oh you sweet, foolish boy. 

"Kurel," Eilithe's voice came from the hall. She had come all the way down the hall, without a sound. Wrapped up in a black silk robe, her hands at her side. There were a dozen things she might've said, knowing that one of them might soothe him, while another might give him whatever he needed to pull the trigger.

"Remember Vol'Dun. When you almost stabbed me. It doesn't count if I'm not in control'.” She recited his own words when he'd almost ran her through while under Morinthe's strings.

When the gun lowered, Eilithe was filled falsely with a sense of security. "Pick up the box an' the bottle. Come with me,” Kurel commanded and turned for the door. Silthas obeyed.

She was just about to call her daughter from the shadows, knowing the girl was spying. It happened too fast. 

Kurel lifted his gun just enough to aim at Silthas’ thigh. The trigger pulled, the bang came loud. The door shut in the boy’s face. Upstairs, Karkah came barreling out of her room, bow drawn. Down the opposite hall Malik screamed, frightened. But none were louder than Eilonwy, who shimmered with arcane out of invisibility long enough to scream in horror with such force that the window rattled. In Tanari, she screamed, “Father, no! Stop! He is good! I saw him! He is good!” In a second, she was gone-- teleported out and into the world after the boy. 

"Well, surfal, at least you didn't shoot him in the head, right?" She stalked for the door. Not with her usual temper. It was more concern and a surprising amount of understanding. If Kurel had meant to kill the boy, he would have. She attempted to push by him and straight for the door to go out it. "Karkah, please go sit with your brother until Lady Mirin gets here. Everything is fine." “No’ yet.” 

Everything wasn’t fine. She stopped to mutter to Kurel, in bubbling rage, “I would think, that you of all people, would understand what it is like to bare the mark of your father. And if not for mercy-- then think of this as an opportunity. He knows where his mother is. How many men she has. What resources she has. It took balls and stupidity to tell you, stop to think what the fuck he stood to gain from telling you all that. A bullet. Apparently."

Their exchange was one of epic, petty proportion. Him storming out onto the porch to scream at her, her flinging a flower pot in his general direction. 

When she found Eilonwy and Silthas, she was still in the shadows-- watching as her daughter summoned thick ice around Silthas to protect him from her father’s lackeys. The girl, bold and brave, stood with her fists up against Kurel’s explosives expert. “Just leave us alone!” She screamed. 

For only a sturdy bandage meant for the boy, Perry backed off.

Eilonwy lowered her arms and was about to drop the barrier when she heard footsteps. When she saw it was Eilithe, still the girl kept her fists up. "Mai, leave us alone! He didn't do anything."

How important he must be to her, that she would raise her hands against her mother. "Drop the dome, Eilonwy. He needs to see a doctor. If you must, you can stay with him."  "Will I be safe there?" Silthas asked as Eilonwy melted the ice from around him.

In her ear, Kurel argued with her and she could tell by the proximity of the half of her soul residing inside if him. Each pushed it further, cutting deeper and deeper until Eilithe was the first to say something she would come to regret:  Go home, Kurel. Go home. Get a drink and a cigar and I will stay the fuck out of your way. I should have just let you leave again for another eight months and handled it like I always do when you decide there's nothing here for you.

"As long as I am alive, you have my word that I will put myself between you and harms way." There were tears in forming in her eyes, which likely were directly correlated to whatever Kurel was seething into her ear. "Come on, we have to move." 

After Silthas was treated and almost to sleep, Eilithe left to return home to a powder keg. And so, with a cigarette she awaited Kurel’s fury on the balcony which faced the harbor. "Helpin' the enemy now? Been ou' there a long while, did you dig ou' his bullet an' cauterize the hole? Then tuck'em in with a kiss on the head-- then leave my daughter ou' there with'em?" His head shifted as though barely affording a glance back over his shoulder towards her. He was paranoid as he was suspicious.  Wrapped in an anger that for the moment was bundled and controlled. "You shoul' know better." He sneered.  "Our daughter wouldn't leave that boys side if I demanded it. She is angry at both of us. I won't make her hate us." Eilithe stood firm on that for as long as it took for her to inhale on a joint. "They are not alone and yes. I instructed that he be mended." 

So then, she doubled down.

"No reason. No explanation. Nothing I say will be good enough for you right now. I could explain, in detail, how I know Morinthe is no longer with him. I could explain that I didn't just leave the children to chance. None of it will suffice, so I won't waste your time." Eilithe swallowed, her throat tense. 

"I wrote you. Because I need you here and I had hoped, by now, you were starting to need me too." Hurt and guilt showed only in that sentence, so she quickly covered it with another. "The more pressing matter is that Morinthe's soul is in two more pieces. They are far from here, but when Shadeala finds that her son is converted and that her plot is foiled? What do you think will happen?" "Wha' will happen. She will come righ' here. An' I'll shoo' her firs' an' then him second-- You shoul' have pu' him on a fuckin' boat an' sen' him FAR from this fuckin' place. Bu' instea', you're entertainin' this idiocy-- why? Because Eilonwy feels somethin' for him an' you don't want to break her hear'?" He turned, to face her. Arms crossing as he leaned his hip back against the guard rail. "Cause you can't stop yourself from takin' in ever stray an' straggler?”

"Where are they." It was not a request.

“You..said that, when you left. Gone until you could find a reason to come back. I shouldn't have said what I said." And that was as close as she got to admitting guilt.

Eilithe shook her head, "She will come here. Regardless. Not even herself. She will send lackeys and she will expend every resource. Because we took everything from her. And no, I can't bring myself to kill another child based solely on the blood in their veins. I cannot sentence him to death by my hand, yours, or by shipping him off. He is an asset, not a burden."

She shook her head, "Why? So you can go finish it? So you can get yourself barred from the home we built together?"

"Oh we didn't take everythin'-- Bu' now we have. Thanks to you. I can agree he's an asse'--- an' asse' to be used. Bait, to be used. A fuckin' carrot to dangle. One ain't gotta sentence him, jus' have to pu' him on a ship an' sail a fuckin' long ways ou' from here. An' a' the very leas' if Shadeala was goin' to be comin' here regardless, she'd be comin' for us." He gestured angrily between himself and her.

"Boy ain't even a fuckin' child-- He's practically grown, Eilithe! You talk like he can barely fen' for himself. An' if gettin' barred from this place is wha' it costs to keep you an' my children safe, then yes."

"He was a tool." Eilithe said, in calm tone that did not match the way that she shot up from her seat, clutching his shirt in her right hand. "He means nothing to her, less than nothing now that he failed." She took to stomps in his direction, but stopped herself in a good-old-fashioned Darnassian stand-off. "He is powerful and could help us. He can protect her too. She threatened to take Eilonwy many years ago now, Kurel. That was always a horrifying possibility. So put one more thing between our daughter and a woman that's willing to send a child to his death in order to bring me pain."

It was the last part that made her close the gap between them, two freezing hands place on his rough cheeks. "I need you,so please.. remember that day in the wheel when you told me you loved me and needed me too. Don't. Do this. Hate him. Distrust him. Shun him. If that it was you must do. But please. Don't do this."

Whatever went through his head, whatever paranoid scheme, he did not speak. Because if anything, he understood why she couldn’t bring herself to harm a child. "If he so much as missteps or if I think he missteps in my presence, I will aim higher an' I won't miss." He threatened. "An' wherever you have hidden them away-- Eilonwy is no' stayin'. She is to come home. Now or I will wake every dockhan' across this islan' an' have them join hands to comb this place until she is foun'. An' dragged back here. Willin' or not. She can hate me for i'. She is not grown an' she is no' ye' free of this house an' my command."

"She doesn't hate you. She won't. You are hard to hate. And she loves you--idolizes you." Shadows sucked Eilithe away from him and the distinct feeling of her soul moving away and into the night.

Eilonwy did return home that night, refusing to speak to either parent before she hid herself in her room to sob. After her mother had done the same, in a similar fashion, Eilonwy clutched the moon pendant on her bracelet. Until the door to her bedroom opened and her father’s footsteps fell against the wood floor.  "You will no' be alone with him. From now until I decide otherwise, when you leave this house a Warden or an operative of my choosin' will go with you. Every where. A' school. In Stormwin'. This islan'.”

"If you disobey this. I will pu' tha' boy on a ship. I will sail tha' ship to the edge of the Malestrom, where I will sink i'. With him on i'. If you think tha' you can ou'smar' me, the Wardens, or whoever I have pu' as your chaperone. An' evade them. I' will no' be they who suffer the consequence. It'll be the boy."

Eilonwy flinched, audibly at the tone that he rarely, if ever, took with her. She let out the softest of whimpers, before she balled up in the bed. The words that came out of her were pained and echoed the very same defeated tone that her mother held when all felt hopeless.

"Okay, Ah'vey," she said, just loud enough that he would hear her, before she buried her face in the pillow and bit back a spurt of silent weeping. @kurel-andiel​ @revthepunchbear​ (silthas) @deadsunharbor​

[lightningmastertrilogy]

Path Of Lightning: Origins Chapter 10: The End, Copy cat, and the sand man.

Summary: Liz and Nosaru go on their first mission together, and end up facing unlikely oppenents.

Word count: 2.4k words.

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Chapter:

They walked into the mission selection room. It was full of people, each selecting a job they find appropriate.

Liz pulled the device she received in the morning. It was in the form of a tablet. It contained members' profiles, missions' information and other things.

"So what is our mission?" She asked her partner who ignored her, still looking at the mission board. "If we're going to go on a mission together, then we need to work as a team." She said, looking annoyed with the girl’s dismissive behavior.

"Oh, and I suppose mercenaries are great at teamwork." Nosaru said, sparing her a quick glance, before transferring data toher tablet.

"Yes! We were great at teamwork!" Liz argued, throwing her hands around.

"Then why don't you go back to them?"

"I would if I could!" Liz muttered, crossed her arms then looked away. Her expression turned somber, which the blue haired girl noticed. She decided not to say anything.

Suddenly, Nosaru felt an arm being thrown over her shoulder, and pulling her close.

"Dear baby sister, what did I say about bullying people?" Aiko asked with a smile. The two stared at her, wide eyed, startled by her sudden appearance.

Where did she come from?!

"How-" Nosaru started to question, but her sister tightened her grip on her.

"I heard you two are going on your first mission together." Aiko said then shot the blonde a threatening look and a scary smile. "You better watch my sister's back out there!"

"YES MA'AM!" Liz answered immediately, scared by the woman Who knew what kind of experiments she could try on her if she didn't follow her orders.

"Good! Now you kids behave." Aiko patted them on the head then walked away.

Liz watched her for a moment, before whispering to the girl next to her.

"Your sister is scary."

"I know." Nosaru sighed then used her tablet. "Our job is here." She pointed at a red mark in the map. The blonde stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out where it was.

"That's too far!" She exclaimed, wondering how they could get there.

The blue haired girl gave her an annoyed look before taking the blonde's tablet, typing something then handing it back to her and prompting her to press the button.

Liz looked at her in suspicion, before pressing it.

She felt her body growing still and heavy for a moment, and she closed her eyes, only to open them and find herself somewhere else. It was a road in the middle of a desert.

"What…?" She mouthed in confusion, still trying to make sense of everything.

"Did you even read the instructions given to you about the device?" Nosaru asked and groaned when the blonde shook her head. "This device is what helps us travel to different places in no time. There are multiple areas marked by Aether. They are called save points. You can transport to them. This is also how you can access Aether without remembering the destination." She explained and started walking. "Our targets should be close."

Liz followed her, letting the information sink in. "You still haven't told me what our mission is." She said, annoyed by the girl's attitude.

"Some people are smuggling special weapons. You're aware of them, right?" Nosaru answered, still moving forward.

"You mean the ones that hold 'energy'? I heard of them." She heard about them from Jack, and they had few encounters with people who used them. “They’re used by normal people to make up for their lack of penergy.”

“Most times. Some people use them so they don’t overuse their own powers.”

They walked for a while, but there was still no sign of their targets. None of them talked, but Nosaru could feel the blonde silently staring at her, and it made her uncomfortable. After enduring it for a while, she finally had enough.

"I can feel you staring! Stop it!" Nosaru stated and turned to glare at her partner.

"Well, your sister did ask me to watch your back…" Liz said and was cut off when her partner gripped her by the collar and gave her a murderous look. "It was a joke." She said, raising both arms in defense.

"Behave." Nosaru said then let her go when she heard the sound of wheels getting closer. She looked at the tablet, and noticed their targets moving towards them.

She was about to summon one of her weapons but the blonde was faster.

Liz summoned a knife and threw it at the approaching vehicle. The knife hit the wheel and caused the car to violently turn around before crashing.

"How was that?" She asked smugly.

The blue haired girl gave her an unimpressed look. "That could have killed them and caused an explosion with all the weapons."

"You did not seem troubled when you were trying to kill me." The blonde said, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow.

Nosaru rolled her eyes and walked towards the vehicle, while Liz pouted.

A green energy shot appeared from the smoke and targeted her, but she noticed it and summoned her shield to block it. The smoke disappeared and three guys stood there.

"You will regret attacking us!" One of them said. "I am The end! This one over here is Copy cat and that one is…" The one he was pointing at quickly interrupted him.

"MALIK! It's Malik, don't give me any strange names!" He said loudly, stopping his companion from saying anything embarrassing.

"… And we are going to crush you! Do you know how much this costs?" The end pointed at the vehicle.

"Uhh…" Liz and Nosaru glanced at each other than at the strange trio and shrugged. “I might have a question about the names?” Liz started, but did not receive an answer due to the third one’s outburst.

"Wait… G-GIRLS?! We're fighting GIRLS?" Malik froze from the fear upon noticing them.

Copy cat poked him but received no answer. "He'll recover." He said, while his other companion groaned.

Putting his goggles on, The end shot the ground beneath the girls making it explode and the two got separated avoiding the attack.

Nosaru jumped to the side and when she looked at where the trio stood, no one was there except for the traumatized Malik. She saw a shadow and looked up to see The end pointing his heavy looking gun at her in midair. She blocked the fire with her shield then unequipped it and threw her chain towards her enemy, snatching his gun from him and throwing it away.

The end landed and angrily pulled two pistols while Nosaru did the same. They fired at each other, and each bullet collided with another, therefore no shot hit its target. The end was about to run out of ammo so with a smirk, he freed one of his guns of it and threw it towards her before firing at it and causing an explosion.

His vision was blocked due to the sand, but he was sure he got her.

He smiled at his victory, but that smile was wiped away when a golden gauntlet collided with his face sending him flying backwards. He struggled as he tried to get up while she walked towards him.

Nosaru then felt a presence behind her and turned to see copy cat jumping at her with his twin Ryyk blades. However, Liz jumped towards him, kicking him away, and landing behind her. She looked at her with a smirk, and her scythe in hand.

"I did not need your help." Nosaru said, looking away. She can handle it on her own.

"You might be able to handle one person, but handling two can be complicated." Liz answered and stood behind her. They stood back to back as they faced their enemies. "They're working as a team. We should do the same."

She was right. Nosaru knew that, but she couldn't bring herself to trust this stranger. How could she trust her, when even her own father…

How could she trust her when even her own father betrayed her?

But she wasn't like him. If he was in her position, he would have relied on that thought and worked alone, but she wasn't like him.

She will never be like him.

Nosaru remained silent for a moment before sighting and saying. "I will take care of the shooter." Her answer made the blonde smile, but she kept her head turned away so her partner wouldn't see it.

"Then I will take the kitten down." Liz said and with that, and they both ran towards the smugglers.

Liz had confidence in her close combat skills, so she decided that attacking Copy cat would be the smartest option.

Liz equipped her scythe and attacked copy cat who blocked it with his blades. She tried again and again but he was able to block it. What bothered her was the fact that he did not try to attack her, he was defending instead.

She pulled away, and he did the same. She moved to the right, and he moved to the right. She raised her scythe and he did the same with his blades.

"I see. So that's why you call yourself Copy cat." She said and smirked. "He is copying every one of my moves and knows exactly what I'm going to do. He's trying to make me tired, isn't he?" She thought. An idea came to her, and she smirked while he carefully studied her.

She summoned a hammer with a huge head then jumped in the air, she then hit the ground with it since the cat jumped away, but the impact of the hit both made him almost lose his balance and slip. With the sand temporarily blinding him as well, Liz jumped at him with her scythe but he blocked it with his blades even though he was lying on the ground.

Groaning, he used his leg to hit her, but she balanced herself using the scythe's handle and jumped away. He got up quickly and went back to copying her moves as she attacked him.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" She asked then equipped a knife. She did a drift and they were back to back, both blades moving to the other's back.

This was it, the last trick to against him.

The copy cat didn't notice any hesitation in her attack which made him afraid of getting hit. He pulled away at the last second which allowed her to grip his hand and hit him in the stomach with her knee, knocking him out.

When she turned to see how her partner was doing, she noticed that the end was also knocked out. So they were surprised when there was a sand storm around them.

They forgot about the third person.

Malik was moving his hands, controlling the sands. He used them to pull his partners away, and to cloud the girls’ vision. The end got up panting, and pulled one of the weapons they were smuggling, it was big and looked like a canon. The weapon started loading as he pointed it at them.

Nosaru looked around but was unable to see anything due to the storm. She tried to think of a way out, and much to her dismay, it involved her partner. "Liz! Can you hear me?" She yelled once she thought of a plan.

"Yeah! Where are you?! I can't see!" Liz's voice was heard from the distance, despite her attempts to locate her, she couldn't see her, so her voice was her only clue

"Catch this!" Nosaru yelled and threw the chain towards her partner's voice.

Fortunately, Liz had strong senses, so when she heard the chain's sound and gripped it. "Got it!"

Nosaru then focused her energy on her arms then pulled the chain making steady, before turning around and around and then once she had enough force, she lifted it up.

The chain was wrapped around Liz's arm, so she found herself up in the air and out the storm. She laughed at her partner's exciting plan, then equipped her scythe and attacked Malik who was surprised but managed to dodge.

The storm disappeared and an arrow was shot into the cannon's opening. The end looked up and saw Nosaru holding a golden bow and smiling smugly at him. He then gulped and fearfully looked down at the weapon. "Oh god-"It exploded.

Malik frowned and attacked the blonde with his sand but she dodged every time. She jumped in the air and lifted her scythe. He lifted his arms to shield himself. 

One strike was all it would take to kill him, and she knew it.

However, in that moment, the thought of Jack, and that coin during her talk with Bob, came to mind. Her eyes widened in realization.

She unequipped her scythe at the last moment, not hitting him.

He fell on his back, letting out a sigh of relief, while the blonde looked shocked for a moment.

“Honestly, girls are so terrifying…” He muttered to himself, but to his misfortune, the girl before him was a half demon, and has strong hearing.

"What? Do you hate girls?" She asked.

He looked at her, uncertain before answering. "They are scary and mean and…"

"Why do you think that?"

"You were literally about to kill me!" He said, and she chuckled nervously. “Besides, they’re always mean to me.”

Feeling sorry for the guy, Liz sat down before him. "Come on, tell me your story."

"It all started with that girl in school who bullied me…"

Nosaru stared at the scene in disbelief and raised her hands and was about to say something, then closed her mouth, watching the strange interaction.

"I'm sorry, but not all girls are scary! I can be your friend!" Liz smiled at him and shook his hand. "My name is Liz! The scary one over there is Nosaru."

"Are you two done?" Nosaru asked in a calm yet threatening tone. "The three of you are coming with us." Malik looked back to his friends, who were both tied up and unconscious.

"YES MA'AM!" Malik answered, scared of her.

"Mission accomplished!" Liz said and raised a fist to her partner who stared at her suspiciously. "Oh come on! Let's celebrate it with a fist bump!" She looked at her with a smile and hopeful eyes.

After studying her for a while, Nosaru rolled her eyes then gave her a fist bump. "Are you happy now?"

"See? I wasn't such a bad partner, right?"

"You were fine." Nosaru said then looked down unsure of what to say. "Thanks for…watching my back."

Liz smiled at the unusual kindness. "You're welcome, partner."

Next chapter: We all have scars.

[supernaturalonthecase]

Forever

Summary: Bucky barnes isn't the most stable of people but that didn’t stop you from falling in-love with but what happens when you guys fight and you get kidnapped, everyone knows not to get in the way of the winter soldier especially when is comes to your safety.  Based off the song i don't want to live forever by zayn malik and taylor swift. 

Warnings:death, violence, fighting  

Bucky’s P.O.V

The fight replays in my mind like a broken record, The screaming, the hurtful words, the pain in Y/n’s eyes. We both said stupid things, we were too caught up in the moment to see the damage that was forming between us. Checking my phone there was nothing from Y/n and i started to get worried it’s been 5 hours since the fight and no word from you. Sighing i sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Still no word?” Steve said as he entered the room standing by the door. Sighing i shaked my head, looking down at the picture of Y/n and i on our 1 year anniversary. “She’ll come back, she always does” I wanted to believe him but call it instinct but i knew something was wrong.

“Y/n please come home, i'm sorry. i cant live without you ” i whispered as a tear dripped down my face.

Readers P.O.V

Looking around the brightly lit cell i huddled in the farthest corner away from the door. All i want to do is be wrapped in bucky's arms whispering small i love you’s to each other like love sick teenagers but here i am cold and in cell all because that stupid fight between him and i that lead me to stomp out. I hug myself tighter as i hear footsteps coming towards me, slowly looking  up i was two guards opening my cell. Fear shot through my body as they yank me up and start draggin me somewhere. 

“NO PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” i screamed out tears flowing down my face. I entered a large room and was tied to chair . “hmmm this is the winter soldiers little pet, not much too look at though”  I looked up to see a man in front of me with a sickening smile on his face. i looked on his shoulder and saw something that i would remember forever. 

“Hydra” i breathed out. Anger shot through my body as i started struggling against the restraints. “ He’ll come for me once he notices im missing, he’ll bring everyone. he will kill you” My voice holding strong as i glare at the man. A loud smack rang throughout the room as my head whipped to the side the stinging already setting in. “ Oh you sweet little thing i plan on it” The man whispered gettin close to my face. My eyes widened as i realized the plan “NO BUCKY” i screamed out as the pain started to come. 

Bucky’s P.O.V 

It’s been two days since shes been gone and i haven’t stopped looking for her, never coming out of my room, Steve brought me food that is still in the same place he puts it untouched. 

“Sir Mr. Stark has requested you in the meeting rom, everyone is there” Friday's voice rang throughout my silent room. Running my hand through my hair i left to the meeting room. As soon as i entered the air got tenses and all eyes were on me. 

“Bucky I found her “ Tony voiced out standing at the head of the table. I smiled getting excited about seeing my doll again “ But you’re not going to like where and wont be coming on the rescue” Tony finished quickly and bluntly. “Why the hell not” Anger evident in my voice, my eyes glaring dangerously at him. No one answered than it clicked “RESCUE!” I yelled out slamming my metal hand down on the table. Taking deep breaths i needed to calm down before i lost control. 

“Hydra” steve whispered fear in his voice. That’s all it took for my control to snap, my main focus was Y/N. Standing up straight and walking out i went to my gear. I was a man on a mission. “I’m coming doll, don't you worry” i whispered gearing up. No one dared stopped me but they joined knowing better to stop the winter soldier.  

Readers P.O.V

It’s been two straight days of torcher,  no hostage training could prepare you for this. The only thing thats keeping me strong is the thought of bucky. His eyes, lips, laughter , smile, oh god how you've grown to miss him these past two days more than you ever had before, but you promised yourself if you ever saw him you would do anything in your power to get in to leave you and get out no matter what i takes even saying things you don’t mean. Like everyday the guards came in, dragged me out , put me in the chair and their fun starts but today was different they just stared at me in anger. 

“Why hasn’t he come for you” the man was seething with anger. A smile came to my face.”You have to kill me for that answer” That earned me a swift punch to the face. “IF you’re going to be uncooperative then we’ll just beat it out of you, everyone has a weakness”  nothing could break me anymore, nothing. The man walked over to a table and grabbed a knife and started walking towards me. I screamed as he sliced down my cheek light at first then harder as he goes down, this was only the beginning. I screamed until my throat was raw, my tears ran out long ago. “Bucky” his name slipped out as i started fading in and out. 

Suddenly i heard him screaming my name over and over. “BUCKY “ i screamed with the last bit of strength i had. “SHIT” all the men starting running around grabbing different weapons to fight with. “You all are going to die” I laughed, ( hes here, he found me) i thought to myself leaning my head back and awaiting my soldiers arrival. 

No ones P.O.V 

Bucky had heard your scream and ran as fast as he could to you not caring if the team kept up or not his only focus was on you. Bucky came to a metal and started slamming his metal fist into it over and over again. “Move” tony plead with the winter soldier and bucky moved out of his way tony hacked the door lock and with a pop the door opened. 

“Y/N” Bucky whispered as his eyes set on your broken and bloody face his heart breaking but quickly replaced with anger as his eyes snapped to the other men in the room. Quickly it started in a all out gun war bullets raining everywhere bucky knew the others would take care of hydra. He went straight for you quickly undoing the chains. you fell straight into his chest too weak to stand on your own. “bucky” Y/n whispered in bucky’s eyes. “Y/N” buckys held you like his life line ,protecting you with his body. even with the firing guns and raining bullets you felt safe for the first time in 3 days. You were back in his arms where you belonged, you were home.

Hell0! i hope you guys like this one, strongly recommend requesting, i would love to write more for you guys!!!!!!!!!

[leagueofawesomedudes]

2020 LOAD Week 7 Preview

Alright boys, we’re friggen back. I sat at my computer watching a rant-filled groupme conversation as I flipped back and forth between the 37 tabs of the historical data LOAD spreadsheet when I came to the decision 6 weeks is long enough. No longer will you be deprived of my majestic, dare I say, God-like pen to paper fantasy football previews. That’s right, pucker up your buttholes and be ready to masturbate with your tears of joy, laughter, and distraught as I destroy each and every one of you. No Browns talk, no putting it lightly, no bullshit.

Before I start, TJ we appreciate your commissioning efforts in the 2020 season. This is not in spite, I just really missed the preview articles and is my push to somehow keep them around.

And now back to your regularly scheduled cheek spreading unadulterated fun.

 “Jared, wait for this sick drop” The Injured Reserve (1-5) vs.

“Burg, I think these guys actually want to fuck me” Can’t Guard Mike (3-3)

If Jon’s not ferociously defeating the CoCo (Covid19) or nervously giggling as the Squad guys make questionable sexual advances on him, he’s putting together a solid team. I mean you can’t knock a guy with a 3-3 record when you’ve scored the most points in the LOAD. Buuut I’m going to anyway. Suck it Jon. Casey’s still recovering from drafting Joe Mixon in the first-round last year but I will say has elevated his strive for the playoffs. He even did a trade! Good job man someone had to respond to Dom eventually. Your participation in the Groupme on game days (mostly Monday nights) is welcomed and if you ever schedule a tee time at 7am that doesn’t also require a 2 hour commute I’m totally down. Unless Doug’s there I’m all set on my 401k. Unfortunately for Casey, Jon is returning Michael Thomas after his teammate altercation (HideYoWifeInNawlins?) and looks to earn a playoff spot the old-fashioned way with his record.

Jon > Cholly

 “The Snowman” SheDiggsMyCobb (0-6) vs.

“Why’s the Snowman doing all my coke” Pelting Coopers (4-2)

Bennett as much as I appreciate you on my side of the Kicker argument your record is almost making me want you on the other side. We’ve all seen the “historical” data showing where you stand but you do realize you have to get W’s or you fall behind right? This is what you get for recklessly abandoning your strong stance on a roster full of white players only housing 4 on the roster? And to think we all depended on you. Dom I have to say we all enjoy you a lot more without the bullshit time advantage our previous waiver wire system afforded you. The FAAB system has given us all new found time and sleep on our hands but unfortunately for you has also opened the door to the testing facility every other Wednesday. No one blames you with the LA puh and that hair of yours. Speaking of trade rapes, no one talks enough about the Hunt for Edelman straight up during a tough Browns opener and an extremely intoxicated Chad. Well done sir, whether ethical or not, well done. Bennett stays as defeated as his meat on page 113 of XNXX and counting, and takes the L.

Salami > Benito

“What’d you say you use to slow balding?  My friend was wondering” Dj Play Moore Drake (2-4) vs.

“Bro check it it’s River, like Rocky River, where I live, get it?!?!” jared donovan’s team

 Man, I’ve seen few people more confident than Paul heading into the season. He had the mock drafts, the magazines, the insiders, hell even Reddit! And yet here we are. You all thought I was trade raped but yet here. we. are. Our loving Paul with the closest thing to an unbreakable spirit, almost broken. I do think there’s potential for a rebound this year, but Jared is totally trying now and never was before last year so it won’t happen this week. New house, new puppy, same Jared. Guy throws a moving party on my birthday weekend of all weekends. Just when you think Jared can’t surprise you any more, he gives me an entire day to show off how fucking big I am in front of all my friends. No ladies, your boyfriend is still not bigger than me.  Thanks again dude it was the highlight of my 2020. Jared somehow gets one of the top QB’s in the league AND Darius Slayton for a rookie QB potentially on the rise and he’s in a spot to continue to do some damage in the LOAD. Paul, you’re going to need one of Jared’s 3 hour long showers to recover from this beatdown.

Jerry > Pav

 “I’m not triggered but CEH’s game was undisputedly the 1st game of the year” 2 Younghoes 1 Kupp (4-2) vs.

“Wait I don’t have Wentz anymore?” Under the Influwentz (2-4)

A Mr. Douglas Yeckley is the latest to join the fiancé gang and I personally can’t wait until I hit my annual quota of 1 face to face hang out at the Secret Santa to congratulate him in person. I’m still trying to figure out if he checks his email more than the groupme and actually knows he’s the second-best fantasy manager in the LOAD. Yahoo favors the autodraft, can’t wait to see how he does without it next year :) Sam, Sam, Sam. Trying to determine how I feel about writing this on your birthday. I can hate on your dedication to Fantasy as much as I want, but gosh darnit do I have to respect it. Especially with Ashley calling all of your shots this year. We all know she’s been the brains behind this operation this year. Just wait bud, that spreads into all decisions you make real soon. The old “well her lease is up so it makes sense” is how it alllll starts my friend. Won’t be long until that hair of yours starts to look like mine and Pauls. And just because I always root against you, I’m sticking to my guns.

Fur > Sammy

 “You said she’s 18? Nah too old for me” Street Charks (3-3) vs.

Dad (6-0)

Battle of the daddys. Chad out on the streets, and Shawn in the burb life. I’ve been sitting here trying to determine which one of their kids has a better chance of coming out with a bomber on. History repeats itself so I think we have the answer. It’s not often I’m called a trend setter, but this may be the start. Shawn needs to watch out as Chad’s newly shaved arms not only make him look more jacked, aerodynamic when he fights, but it also packs an extra punch in fantasy. Shawn’s the only remaining undefeated team left, but I feel the walls are closing in on him with some injuries to the roster. Even as he’s reading this Chad’s defending Shawn in his head, and giggling as he hears “Right Shawn?” “No, left Shawn”. Just hoping I can get one random, witty comment from Shawn in the groupme from this and I’ll feel accomplished. You’re upset of the week boys, you heard it here first.

Wardog > Carothers

 ***Game of Ze Week***

“It’s actually classified as hair-thinning, that’s all” Kickers & Defense (4-2) vs.

“Oh yeah? Well my friends all tell me I’m the best commish they’ve ever had” Tony Time (3-3)

 If you thought I was going through all of this trouble to write this and not putting myself as the game of the week you’re dumber than Malik. And with that, I’ll lead into a fan favorite, story time:

It’s a brisk Fall morning amidst a global pandemic but more importantly, fantasy season. The squad members have begun to wake and start their days. It’s Friday, so Solden has already been trying to get the troops going as Chad frantically thinks of things to talk about. A small tickle from his mustache causes Tony to slowly open his eyes, taking in a deep breath as Petey licks his face. It’s a calm 8:45, so he still has time to drink his coffee outside before starting his day. As he scrolls among the 37 groupme notifications he figures, why not download the Yahoo app and see what’s going on. Notifications? Hmm I wonder what that could be. His eyes widen. Mouth drops. Sweat begins to pour as The Darth Vader coffee mug slips from his grasp. *Justin Herbert – Questionable (ribs)* *Dionte Johnson – Out (back)*

*Clyde Edwards-Helaire  – Questionable (Ankle)*. This can’t be he says. I rallied them all yesterday it mustn’t be! These trades were fool proof! He frantically sprints over to the computer as Petey sits next to his empty food bowl. “At a time like this?!? Not now Petey!!!” He repeats in his head chant-like “The spreadsheet will have the answers, the spreadsheet will have the answers” as he frantically logs in. No…   No it can’t be…. He had it saved to the desktop he’d just edited it the night before for 9 hours! Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!

“Tj wake up” He jumps. He checks his mustache to make sure it’s still there. It was just a dream. And all is right in the world again.

Solden > Tj

  What’s that Jon? I can’t hear you with Trumps dick in your mouth. Boom Roasted.

Tj is your full-time job as a Commissioner or at Park Place? Boom Roasted.

Dom a 3 is still a 3 in LA we all see the snaps. Boom Roasted.

Shawn locked yourself out of your house lately? Boom Roasted.

Sam when’s the coronavirus peak coming? Boom Roasted.

Jared it’s going away right after the election, right? Boom Roasted.

Doug I’m not talking about work at Secret Santa. Boom Roasted.

Chad a 3 is still a 3 in Lakewood we all see the snaps. Boom Roasted.

Casey I miss driving you to O’Bleness. Boom Roasted.

Paul I’m writing this while I’m working from home at home. Boom Roasted.  

Bennett I’m writing this while I’m working from home at home. Boom Roasted.

Malik you’re an idiot and can’t read this. Boom Roasted.  

Damn that felt good. Until next time boys. Solden out.

[mrneighbourlove]

Snake who Smiles: Ch 4. Sisterly Bond

Weeks passed. The queen was still incredibly weak but at least now she was out of danger. Her body was in stable condition, but the magic had not returned to her. She was able to stay awake now for longer periods of time. Little by little, she could move her arms. It was still a chore to try to sit up on her own, yet, she could feel nothing in her legs. Doctor Boveir wondered if in his rush to save Zahirog if he possibly damaged some nerves or if the poison did. Either way, therapy was a must. It was long, grueling hours and trying to move, the process pitiful to watch. While Zarazu was known for being tough as nails, this was something which made her eyes water. It was like fire coursing through her veins. Needless to say, it tugged at Covarog's heartstrings to watch his wife struggle. So purposely, Zarazu tried to schedule her sessions while Covarog was in meetings, having Malik at her side instead.

And once again, she fell flat on her face, attempting to walk.

"Come on. You've been through this before. You can manage again." He helped her up and brace her on his chest. "I could get Asa to construct you a pair of braces if you still feel too weak."

Zarazu was sweating from the effort just to walk a few steps. The pain shot up from her feet to her thighs. Each step she took felt like walking on pins and needles. Breathing heavily, her nails dug into Malik's arm, eyes watering. She tried her best to keep her composure, but this was pure hell. No magic, no strength, no possible way to protect her children? It frightened her being an invalid.

"I could try..." Zarazu said in-between breaths as he balanced her weight. The queen still had the resemblance of a corpse but at least she was starting to regain some of her color. Little by little, she was eating more and trying her best to recover. "It's... I have no feeling and when I do feel anything, it's just... raw, nerve wracking pain."

"That means your alive. You'll get through this Zarazu. Think of your children. Have that give you strength."

"Heh... since when did you get so optimistic?" Zarazu willed her left leg to move while holding onto Malik for balance, grimacing loudly. This was going to be one of the biggest struggles of her life. Biting her lip, she awkwardly tried to get her right leg to go forward, it merely dragging along the floor. It took a moment for her to angle her foot the correct way once more. She started to ask Malik how Asakonigei was fairing with the morning sickness when she heard commotion in the halls.

"Just put one foot in front of the other. And soon you'll be across the floor. Just put on foot in front of the other, and soon you be walking out that do-" Malik was cut off from the nursery song he practiced to give Revan one day. The commotion got him unsettled. He hurried out with Zarazu placing her down when they found the call of distress.

"Malik? What's going on?" Zarazu held tightly to his arm so she would not lose her balance. Her knees wobbled a bit. For a moment, she feared the worst, clutching to her friend tightly.

"My queen! Lord Malik!" Tulilad was rushing through the hallway. "We just received a report from the plantations! It's on fire!"

"What?!" Zarazu exclaimed. "My... my sister! Zizi works there!"

Malik went into military mode like a switch. Setting the Queen down he snapped his armour on. With all the attacks he didn't rule anything out. "We must find Zizi immediately! Get a group of firefighters to put the flames out! Have someone stay with the Queen, I'll go immediately."

"Oh spirits, please let her be all right." Zarazu prayed as Tulilad stayed by her side as Malik went to investigate the fire. Soon enough, a group of Vodas used water to put out some of the fire and Vatras extinguished it. Many people were rounded up to help with the fire. Some Zemljas tried to do what they could, covering the fire with earth. Yet, the damage was done. At least a fourth of the plantation was gone. Zizi was in tears. A lot of her hard work was still here but some of the fire consumed plants of rarity.

Malik's eyes were wide from the destruction. Flames crackled as priceless flora burned away. "What happened?"

"We're not sure as of right now but we suspect arson." A guard informed Malik. "There had to be an accelerant used because the fire could not have spread this fast without it."

"We're lucky no one was hurt." A worker in the field told Malik. Soot and ash covered him from the fire. He had been trying to help put out the flames. "We noticed it early enough to control it but we still lost a good amount of crop."

"I want people searching wide for a suspect. This has the potential to happen again. Finish containing these flames. NOW!!!"

As the men followed his orders, Kelly found Zizi and brought her to Malik. The Zemlja was glad no one was hurt, though the loss of the plants still upset her. This was her work, her job, everything she poured her heart and soul into over the years. The herbs brought healing and the tea was a wonderful export.

"Who could have done this, Malik?" Zizi wiped at her eyes. "This benefits all of Hyrule... how could someone want to take it away?"

"I don't know..." Kelly sat beside Zizi holding her hand. "I'm so sorry sweetie. We'll find who did this I swear. Would you like some tea?"

"I think... I think I just need to try to salvage what I can." Zizi told Kelly as she looked over the fields. "Maybe I can regrow some of the plants that are still clinging to life." She turned to Malik. "Please don't let Zarazu stress over this. She already has enough on her."

Malik simply nodded. Kelly got Zizi some tea. "Doesn't mean we can't burn him to stake."

Covarog was doing his best to try to handle the mess with fire in the plantations. Many of the guards were trying to get to the bottom of the situation. The king was thankful that no one was hurt. Some of the crop was still salvageable. The rest would definitely have to be discarded and new plants in the place of the old ones. He tried to focus on the positive. This would be easy to repair. The rare plants would simply be reordered and gathered as trips to other kingdoms ensured.

The news from Glacier's Forge was less well received...

~

The crew of the Black Manta had touched down in Glacier's Forge. Captain Adam Kantus stepped off his ship. Breathing the cold air through his helmet filter was enjoyable enough. But now was not a time to take in the scenery. He was payed handsomely to carry out his mission. The money was enough. His crew would enjoy the pleasure enough. Zolori, a hot tempered blonde. Strong in fire magic, but if pounced quickly, would fall like any woman. He had 50 of his men head out with him to spy on Zolori. When she was alone, they'd surround and take her.

Glacier's Forge was a stronghold. Since the alliance with Hyrule, the Direnors had strengthened their boarders and the ports. However, since imports and exports were now a large part of their trade, this meant more strangers were coming into the land. It was easier for people to come and go. The High King and Queen were still wary of newcomers but understood that in order for the kingdom to grow, there had to be some changes. Zolori, present at Ragnvald's side, was in charge of helping Kanisa with trade.

"Well, who knew there would be such a demand for fur?"

Captain Kantus kept his distance, but his crew had found their target. They assumed necessary positions, appearing as ordinary civilians. Slowly they got closer to Zolori.

"It seems it is our biggest export right now as well as the bones from any of the Frost Ones we collect." Ragnvald told his wife. "Glacier's Forge is becoming more and more prosperous as the years pass. What should we check on next?"

"We need to see if the spice imports have arrived yet?" Zolori asked him. "I don't recall seeing any of Corsaire's ships this week."

The crew was completely around them now. They appeared to be trading with each other, while other members got weapons ready.

Ragnvald suddenly felt uneasy. He could feel his hair standing on the back of his neck. Taking in his surroundings, the Direnor prince could tell something was amiss. That animal sense of his allowed him to know when maliciousness was afoot. Holding onto Zolori's arm, he whispered under his breath.

"We need to leave."

Before they moved a muscle the crew attacked. Using clubs they beat at the Direnor and the Lordeilian's legs to knock her down. Twenty men moved right away, another twenty five surrounding for back up.

Zolori went down when the club hit her knees but quickly surrounded her body with fire. Ragnvald, sensing there were too many, transformed into his giant bear form. The other Direnors were quick to react as well, jumping into action. If someone messed with one of them, then they messed with the whole lot. Zolori did not know why these men were after her and Ragnvald, but she was not one to give up without a fight.

Captain Kantus watched closely. His crew was getting beat down pretty bad. With a hand gesture he commanded the second wave to up the attack. They brought out their guns, a wave of fire pelting Direnors.

Ragnvald spotted the guns out of the corner of his eye. Tackling Zolori out of harm's way, the huge Direnor covered her with his large body. His pelt was thick and would shield her from any array of bullets. A bit stunned at first, Zolori took a moment to get her bearings. Angry, the Vatra decided enough was enough. If the men wanted to play dirty, then she would as well. Looking out to port, she knew the one way to cripple them was to burn their ship. Summoning a fireball, she hurled it onto their boat, the flames spreading quickly.

Captain Kantus decided enough was enough. A little fire wouldn't be a problem but he sure as hell wouldn't approve of it. With a flurry of hand gestures his crew got the message. The cannons opened up and a the shipyard exploded into even more chaos, gunpowder ripping Direnor's to pieces. Looking to his first mate he made the gesture for a hostage scenario. A child would do. Hoping down towards the fighting now he shot a poisoned dart at Ragnvald, and afterwards, drew a jagged machete, perfect for cutting flesh and making victims bleed. His suit protected him from most blows, made from tough Lynol skin, and his helmet would keep him safe from Zolori's petty flames. "Come with me woman."

The poison dart did not pierce Ragnvald's thick skin. It was tougher than a normal bear's. However, when the man grabbed a small little girl, both of them stopped in their tracks. Zolori did not want an innocent hurt because of her. Ragnvald did not want his wife in this situation. With that unique suit, the Vatra would not be able to burn him. Exchanging glances with each other, Ragnvald was shaking his head for his wife not to move. He would not lose her. Seeing movement in the water, Zolori knew that could only mean one thing. So she took one step and then another, really slowly...

Captain Kantus nodded to his first mate. He had done well to take the child as a meat shield. He looked back to Zolori. "Alright Vatra, unless you want this girls blood spilt across the snow, surrender yourself to me and my crew. I trust you are familiar with Pirates?"

"I know your filth all too well." Zolori held up her hands as she took another slow step forward. The pirates had surrounded her on all sides now. She had to stall, just for a moment longer. "And you should be familiar with the tale of the Sea Witch and her Serpent."

"Enough stalling. Now if you don't want this child dead and your protector blasted apart by canon fire...strip."

"Well, I just wanted to give you a fair warning..." Zolori started to take off her top, seeing the water's movement cease. That was a sure sign. The sudden ripples and then the dead stillness. She had to keep the pirate's attention just for one more second. She left her top fall to the floor. "Cause that serpent spawned some deadly hellions."

With one giant burst from the water, Na'seema sprouted forth with jaws open. She snapped on the leader's head with one bite, ripping into his flesh as she pulled him into the water. Kantus did not even have time to react properly, his gun shooting straight up into the air from the shock. The first mate and child, unfortunately, got the blunt of Na’seema’s tail. Both were in the freezing water as well. Zolori dove in after the little girl, wrenching her free.

Kantus screamed with rage as he felt teeth claw into his skin. Desperate, he used his machete to stab at the more vulnerable parts of Na'seema's neck. "Damn BEAST!!!"

Na'seema let go when the sharp sword connected against her neck, but swiped Kantus hard against the chest, snarling at him. She intended to drown him, her tail wrapping around his ankle as she continued to pull him down into the icy depths. Zolori surfaced with the little girl in an arm, coughing the water out of her lungs. She was not the best swimmer like her sister, but she was not going to let the little one die.

Kantus knew that while his helmet hadn't cracked, the cold water with his suit ripped could kill him. One last resort then. Looking at the Dragon's head and pressing the side of the helmet, beamos and old Shiekah technology allowed him to fire a devastating beam. If hot plasma didn't make the beast let go he wasn't sure what would.

While her scales protected her, the blast hurt. It caused her scales to flake and exposure to vulnerable skin. Na'seema had no choice but to let go. Ragnvald pulled his wife and the child from the water, most of the pirates spooked from seeing the dragon. Half of them had never seen such a beast before. Zolori used her flames to warm herself and the people quickly took the little girl to safety.

Kantus emerged from the water and took a couple breaths. Zemalocke wouldn't be pleased, but as long as he killed the bitch it would be good enough. "Open fire on them all!!!"

While Na'seema was hurt, she was not done. With her head emerging from the water, she sprayed the lot of the pirates with her icy plasma. It caused some to burst into a thousand pieces and others to scream in agony as their limbs fell off their bodies. Having a dragon as an ally was wonderful. Yet, having a Vatra as an enemy was quite a fool's choice. Seeing the rips in the suit, Zolori took the open advantage and doused him in fire.

Kantus screamed in rage and retaliated by fire a laser as here and the girl she protected.

Ragnvald was quick to get his wife and the girl out of the way while Na'seema closed in to finish the job. With one mighty roar, she roasted Kantus with her plasma.

His suit melted into his skin and his helmet tried to blast against the flames of the dragon, but Na'seema's plasma pressed the Captain's back. He fell into the water a twitching mess, and his helmet melted off in pieces. "How...can this...be?"

"Hm... not even worthy for the fishes to eat." Na'seema swam up beside of him. "I'll deposit you in the forest. The Frost Ones will make a meal of you." Dragging him along in the snow, she took him deep into the woods where he would not be found.

"Ha...he'll never...stop...."

Zolori had no idea what prompted this attack. Hardly anyone had enough gall to attack the land of the Direnors. Unless someone paid them a hefty sum, she doubted there was any real motive. Looking at her husband, Ragnvald put a fur coat around her shoulders to keep her warm.

"This was no random attack... someone was behind this."

~

 Lord Malik had found the person who started the fire in the fields. It took a while for the criminal to talk until Zizi suggested using one of the very plants he destroyed. It was a healing herb from the petals but a poison in the roots. A deep burning pain seared in his skin until he confessed.

"... he's lucky I didn't stuff nightshade down his throat."

"He's just rambling on and on that is was the will of the gods, and he was told by a priest to burn the vegetation down. I'm sorry I don't have more Zizi."

"It is all right," Zizi sighed as she looked at the burnt fields. It made her feel sorrowful to look at all the ash covering the dirt. "We will get closer and closer as time goes on. For now, I just want my sister to recover and for the culprit to be found."

"I as well. I can only hope-" A soldier suddenly came bursting in. "My Lord! We have confirmation of a second blaze being set at the rest of the plantations!" Malik's eyes widened. A partner? He should have suspected with how fast the first blaze went there should have been more then one culprit at work. "Zizi we-" She was already gone. Malik followed Zizi's lead and ran out.

~

"Do do do do dooooo! Everything burns down, down, down, down, dooooooown." The pyromaniac broke into song as he used his fire sword to set the plants ablaze. One slash, two slash, and the whole place brights up!

Zizi had used the trees to navigate to the plantation. She saw the arsonist. Normally, Zizi was carefree and forgiving. This time, she was far beyond either of those. Was it a combination of almost losing her sister and newborn nephew? The cries from the plants reached her ears. Wriggling her fingers, she caused the plants to grow and spread dirt over the growing fire. Then, twisted briars, the size of jungle vines grew from the earth and stalked the arsonist...

"So pretty. Soooo so pretty." The Pyromanic threw a couple fire bombs out at random, their detention frying plant life to ash. "Well, doesn't this all look grand? Onto the next one."

One briar grabbed his left leg, while the other grabbed his right. The thick and sizable thorns dug into his body. Zizi rose out of the ground from the very earth. With a flick of her wrist, the Zemlja had him restrained and up off the ground.

The Pyromaniac was confused. What the hell happened. "Bah, BURN! BURN!! BUUUUUURN!!!" He swung wildly at the vines with his fire sword, the hit blade cutting through the vines like apples. "Hahahaha, plants are useless! Just good for kindle!"

Zizi had enough. Her hands repeated the motion that Zarazu once used against Lord Malik when he was once Klinge. Except there was no ice coming up to encase the arsonist. No, this time something alive came up out of the ground. It was a plant, a carnivorous plant. As the mouth opened, the plant was full of teeth.

The pyromaniac wasn't sure what he was looking at as the plant came up. Furious he stabbed at it. "What! What is this?!"

“Plants are only good for kindle, huh? Well the only thing your body is good for, is being fertilizer." Zizi said bitterly as the plant advanced on the pyromaniac. The vines wrapped around his legs, preventing him from going any further. Those prickly vines, full of thorns, containing a paralyzing sap. It was like a helpless bug in a fly trap. Those huge teeth clamped down on his lower half, nearly shredding him in two.

The pyromaniac screamed, his sword flying out of his hand, and unable to reach his grenades. As the teeth and the acid sunk in his eyes widened. "No! MERCY I BEG YOU!!!"

"Mercy? Did you show mercy to my plants?" Zizi asked him in a grim monotone. "Did you even think about the people who could have died in the fields? Whoever hired you probably mentioned Lorleidians did not like violence... that doesn't mean we don't use it when necessary." With that, the plant started to swallow the pyromaniac whole. It did not take long before there was nothing left of him but blood staining the ground.

Malik arrived to hear the muffled screams of the pyromaniac as the plant finished its meal. It was startling to see Zizi so bloodthirsty. His feet made mind to watch the flowers that were still intact as he made his way forward. "Zizi...I could have killed him."

"Hmm... you could have, yes. Though, Ve'nusa here needed a snack and he seemed like the perfect choice." Zizi told Malik as the plant moved with the vines, acting like tentacles. There was blood all over the flora, those razor sharp fangs still dangling pieces of flesh. "He took many lives so his was taken as payment."

She patted the giant carnivorous plant as if it were a pet.

Malik studied the plant with a poker face. His metallic helmet starred her down. "He could have told us who hired him. Did he talk?"

"Aside from screaming for mercy, no. Though it was obvious that he was insane from his words." Zizi shrugged her shoulders as she gestured for Ve'nusa to return to the ground. The plant belched out a piece of parchment before it crawled back into the earth and settled there comfortably. It was going back to a dormant state until needed once more. Picking up the paper, Zizi handed it to Malik. "Though this might help."

“I'll look over it." He gives Zizi a different look behind his helmet. "Zizi, was this the first time you've killed?"

"... no. I've fought before and killed before." Zizi shook her head lightly. "I don't like it. I was absolutely terrified the first time I was met with an enemy. If Zarazu had not killed that pirate that had me in a headlock, I'd be dead. I couldn't move. I was only twelve years old then."

"I see. What was your first time. The Pirates? Vul'kar?"

"Harpies." Zizi told him with a frown. "They attacked the island from time to time. Then again, I suppose if you're asking if I've killed a person, then that would be Vul'kar. I don't like killing people or hurting people, Malik, I'm a Zemlja, we're a tribe of the earth, keepers of peace... it's not like us to be violent."

"No. I suppose it's the world we live in. It worries me to know that, inevitably, my own children and Zarazu's will undoubtedly have to have blood on their hands."

"Unfortunately so." Zizi sighed heavily as she looked out over her now barren fields. "Though like the earth... it gets burned and then regrows. We'll have to do the same."

~

Malik made his way back to the palace when he saw Covarog distressed about something. He held a letter in his hands. "Troubling news?"

"Someone hired pirates to attack the port at Glacier's Forge. The target was Zolori." Covarog told Malik, rubbing his forehead. "First Zizi, now Zolori... Zemalocke is trying to make Zarazu snap completely. I haven't told her what happened to Zolori. She overheard about the fires in the plantation but she knows that Zizi is all right."

Malik shook his head in disbelief. "How many casualties at the Forge?"

"Eleven. A little girl was almost injured, but Zolori pulled her to safety." Covarog tossed the paper on his desk. "We have to do something about this, Malik. If this continues, then everyone is going to be in danger, not only  Zarazu's sisters. My siblings, their spouses, their children, even you and Asa will not be spared."

I know Covarog. But what can we do without proof? Even though it's clearly the bastard, we can't make a move against him without proof."

"Do you think he'll even slip up? There has to be someone that has a grudge against Zemalocke that wants to see him go down." Covarog tried to think of a solution so many times, but there was nothing there. "At least Zarazu is recovering as the days pass. She is starting to show a few signs of magic even though her legs are still weak."

"That's good to hear at least. So should we tell her what happened to Zolori?"

"... I'm not sure if she would take it well." Covarog knew what happened when Zolori was young. "You know what pirates did to her once."

"I do. But she needs to know what happened." Malik crossed his arms.

"You're right..." Covarog reluctantly agreed. "I'll tell her after she's done with her therapy. She's advanced to crutches now, but still has to use the wheelchair not to overtire herself."

Shame that she has to go through such an ordeal. Even twice now in her life."

"Zolori is quite capable and strong. I think she'll be okay, she'll just be spooked for a while." Covarog looked at the time. "I need to take the twins to their lessons. Will you check on Zarazu for me? She's visiting with Zahirog right now in the nursery."

"I will. And I'll deliver the news as well."

Zarazu still looked like death but was slowly getting stronger as the days passed. While she could move her upper body, her legs still refused to comply. It reminded her of when she was so weak and Covarog helped her walk. Yet this time it was different. What if the poison took her legs forever? What would she do then? Still, being negative was not her cup of tea. The queen continued therapy and tried her best with little to no success. Still, she would not give up yet. The surgery stole her strength and the poison took her magic. Even as persistent as she was to heal, the queen could not keep a calm face forever. There was a twinge of fear in her heart now. With no way to defend herself, Zarazu felt nervous. So, she focused her attention on her little newborn.

"At least you're eating better now, yes?" She shushed Zahirog's fussing. "Gained a bit of weight, and your cries are a bit louder. We'll have you better in no time, yes we will." She sighed. "If only your mother was her old self, she'd throttle the man who did this to you."

Malik knocked on the door to her chambers. He knew Covarog was still up in the air about letting his wife know what the situation was in her state, but it had to be done. Besides, if used correctly, maybe Malik could give her the motivation Zarazu would need to recover. Or maybe he'd shatter her spirit even more. "My Queen, I have some urgent news I need to speak with you about."

"You can come in, Malik." Zarazu told him as Zahirog held onto her finger while observing the world with bright eyes. When he informed her there was urgent news, the queen perked up slightly. "Did you find the person responsible for my damaging my son's lungs?"

"No. No I have not. Prince Ralnor have our suspicions but no evidence, and we are working around the clock."

"Well when you do, I want to kill him myself." Zarazu had that flare of anger in her eyes. "What news do you have for me then?"

Malik decided to be forward and blunt. Best way really. "Savage attacks have been made against both your sisters. Zolori was attacked by an elite group of pirates, and by her accounts, their intention was to rape her. Many Direnor's were killed in this attack. Zizi had most of her green houses burnt to cinders by a pair of pyromaniacs. Each for the most part are physically fine and no one in their immediate family has been killed."

"... wha... what?" Zarazu looked absolutely stunned. No one in the castle had relayed anything about the fields being on fire. She never heard any flurry of words or concerns. Plants on fire, pirates in Glacier's Forge, there was danger everywhere it seemed. Who was so cruel to attack her sisters?! Her family was no part of this grudge against her! "Are Zolori and Zizi all right?!"

"Like I said, physically. Although with Zolori's history with pirates and Zizi...feeding on of her attackers alive to a plant, I don't know how they are mentally. I believe they were target to accelerate the stress in you and have the poison take its course."

"Zizi summoned Venu'sa?!" That really caught Zarazu off guard. Her youngest sister calling forth that deadly plant had only been done a number of times that she could count on one hand. Zolori, on the other hand, Zarazu worried about her encounter with the pirates. While she was sure Ragnvald would protect her sister, and she could use deadly fire magic. Though, those nightmares would haunt her forever, how she'd scream at night. "Oh spirits, Zolori..." The queen ran her hand down her face. The worry was evident on her face. Trying to compose her nerves was difficult. "... I don't know what to do, Malik. I can't... I can't do anything like this."

Malik placed a firm hand on the Queen's soldier. "Fight against this. I believe the son of a bitch you put you in this state was responsible for your sisters attacks. Are you going to let him win? You're my closest friend Zarazu. I know you can succeed in your recovery. You will stand above this sociopath victorious, and with your own two feet. So tell me, are you going to get off your ass and fight this?"

"You know I'd be looking alongside you right now if I could move these two legs of mine." Zarazu rested her hand on top of Malik's with a faint smile. "You know I'll fight, I've never given up before. It's..." She swallowed back her emotions. "It's hard to think someone would be so cruel to target another person just because they're different... and to go after my Covarog, my twins, my unborn son... and now my sisters? I... I don't understand this hate, Malik. I never have. We didn't have this in Lorleidi. We were all equal and now..." Taking a breath, she had to hold back tears. "... why did the gods and goddesses create such a lethal feeling?"

Malik held her hand tightly and slightly lowered his metal dome. "Hate, Envy, Malice....they are all to familiar things shot against me. I don't think the gods would create such things if they exist. I think it's something the devil brought. Or more likely, it's something we have to fight against in all of us to make sure we are not corrupted by it. These evil people...they are all around us, keeping us vigilant. But we are stronger them Zarazu. Our love makes us persevere." He stands up taking both hands with her, lifting her up and supporting her. "We will bring a future of acceptance and be a beacon of hope. We just need to keep our resolve strong against those who would stamp us out. Then, and I promise you this. We will burn them away and grow that future upon their ashes."

Zarazu was still unsteady on her legs, having to hold very tightly to Malik's hands. Her legs chose to be awkward, having to place one hand steady against his chest to keep her balance. The pins and needles sensation started but dulled within a minute. Malik's promise brought a tired smile to her face. The future of the new generation would never have to worry about such trivial things, she hoped. There would be acceptance like on Lorleidi, no matter what tribe, or love, or place a person shared.

"... your dragons inside of you have been fighting a long, long time Malik." Zarazu told him softly. "Our ancestors, even Pojiji told me the story of good and evil inside the soul of every single person. Two dragons, constantly fighting for dominance. I think at first, your evil dragon had the good one in its grasp, waiting for the chance to strike. Yet, I see now that the good one was only waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."

Malik chuckled. "I think their has only been one dragon. He's has just taken every road. Now. Walk with me."

"A dragon that Asa has managed to tame." Zarazu teased slightly as Malik urged her to walk. There was that look of dread on her face. She hated the therapy with a passion, falling on her face more so. "... don't you let go."

"I won't. You can count on that."

[allspiice]

_________THE ONE WE DON’T TALK ABOUT____________

NAME: KANOA AMIR NANAI  ALIAS(ES): NOA, NOAH KELLY, MALIK MALAITAI APPROX. AGE: 38. (CURRENT) OCCUPATION: OPERATIVE ALLEGIANCE: UNKNOWN. LOCATION: UNKNOWN.

she met him in CAIRO, knee-deep in an infiltration, one that went tits up before she even made it out. she met him during the escape, met him when she threw a solid punch at the man rounding the corner and found her fist planted harmlessly in his chest, a child’s attack against a giant. he’d GRINNED at her, all white teeth in a tan face, and promptly flipped her over his hip into the sand and dust at his feet. she rolled immediately with a dancer’s grace, with an acrobat’s instinct, coming up on the balls of her feet, palming a knife from her back to -- 

and she found the muzzle of his GUN pressed against her temple. she never heard the hammer being cocked back, and didn’t expect to -- he’d come in to this place prepared to kill, just like her, but where she was unhesitant in making a move for his femoral artery, he seemed RELUCTANT to pull the trigger. she almost curled a lip in disdain -- men who couldn’t put down a woman were the worst kind of opponent -- but she doesn’t pass up opportunities. she lifts her chin ( ignores the pressure of the gun against her skin ) and fixes her gaze on him, lets it spit the fire for him that he ( him, them, every man ) loves to see from a woman on her knees. he’s big, looms over her with his gun in his hand; she doesn’t simper. she shifts her weight, shifts the knife in her palm, but doesn’t speak; she waits him out, and pretends HER BACK IS TO THE WALL.

a man like this should know better to than believe a woman like her is ever HELPLESS.

it takes a moment, it’s not instant. she watches him WATCHING her; his eyes are dark, fathomless, set beneath a brow that is smooth of concern, of consideration; he’s not worried. ( fool, fool, you’re a fool, is the chant in her head; it doesn’t show on her face. ) the gun’s muzzle doesn’t waver from its position, doesn’t show indecision; one moment it’s there, the next it’s not, and then he’s hauling her to her feet -- with one STRONG hand ( immense, unshakeable ) wrapped around her wrist. it’s not a mistake he grabbed the hand she’s wielding the KNIFE with. it’s probably a concession to self-preservation. even a reckless agent can’t be stupid enough to trust a pretty stranger with a knife up close.

and she is -- up close. he HAULS HER TO HER FEET, and standing in front of him ( shackled by his grip on her ) she is only as tall as his shoulder, and only just that. he uses that to his advantage when he pulls her around, shoves her back -- PRESSES HER TO THE WALL, her wrist trapped above her head, no doubt in an effort to minimize her lethality. ( he let’s her keep the knife; she refuses to be grateful for it; she uses it. ) she drops the knife deliberately, and when she catches it with her free hand, she moves to strike, -- 

but he’s FAST -- faster than she expected -- and he smacks the knife out of her grip, then takes that hand too; he hauls it up over her head to join its twin, both held tight in one oversized fist. 

she thinks, he’s enormous, and when he pins her body to the wall with the weight of his own, she is suddenly so AWARE of it she’s FURIOUS.

“who are you working for?” he asks, low and polite, as if it were a conversation and not an interrogation. and he asks in arabic, the syllables leaving his tongue in a smooth flow that speaks of fluency. if he is not native ( and he can’t be, look at him ) than he’s very good.

she tips her head up, says ( just as smoothly, in that mother-tongue ), “you first, goliath.”

and he LAUGHS like lions purr, his voice is that deep. he leans low over her, breathes his laughter into her ear as somewhere in the distance a small explosion rocks the building; beneath her skin a sizzle of heat curls around her bones. 

“does that make you david?” he murmurs, all masculine amusement. it sets her teeth on edge. his thumb tracks a caress against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. his mouth brushes the curve of her jaw and she feels his smirk. “where is your slingshot, giant killer?”

she makes a sound in her throat that she intends to be derisive, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

he laughs again, says, “anytime”, and he says it in english, his breath bursting against the shell of her ear as he buries his face in her hair. she doesn’t stiffen, keeps herself still but firm. she knows this game. she waits.

he breathes her in ( it’s a strange sensation, knowing someone’s taking in the scent of you ) and she hears him say, as if it were a secret, “death shouldn’t smell so sweet.”

she thinks, la manzanita de la muerte, and brings a knee slamming up toward his groin.

he catches the blow in a palm, his fingers wrapping under her knee, immobilizing her. she refuses to be cowed. she tips her chin up, puts her head back against the wall, and stares him down. “go to hell.” she spits it, in english, because it really is the best way to say it, and ignores the way his fingertips slide up the back of her thigh. he’s inching toward her thigh holster, obviously, but it’s intimate-seeming enough to piss her off.

his smile is handsome and she wants to kick holes in it, “only if you promise to send me there yourself, muñeca.” her flicks the release on her holster strap and it clatters to the floor beneath her. “or do you prefer manzanita?”

“i’d prefer if you’d get your hands off me.”

“stop trying to kill me and i’ll consider it.”

“sure,” she says, smiling, “no problem. i won’t kill you.”

he lifted one dark brow at her. “entirely unbelievable.” he manages to make it sound like he’s disappointed, the crook. “the second i let you go, you’re going for it.”

“making a run for it,” she corrected helpfully. “it’s not worth the time i’d lose here, trying to slay a giant with a slingshot.” she watched his grin reappear, just a brief flash of white teeth in his dark face, and ignored the spark of interest that bloomed in her chest. “what do you say to a truce?”

“i could be persuaded. our objectives here aren’t so different.”

“excellent.” she offered him a wide, dazzling smile. “practically partners, then. now, if you’d please--”

another explosion rocked the building. closer. 

he looked down at her, sounded exasperated when he said, “did you rig the entire complex?”

she maintained her smile and let that be her answer.

he released her with a low curse and stepped away to give her some space. 

she was half-bent, reaching for her fallen holster, when he kicked it out of range -- kicked it back behind himself, actually. she lifted her head to raise an eyebrow at him, a look that said really? with as much clarity as the verbal word.

he tipped his head toward the exit. “you’d better get going. you gave yourself -- what? -- two minutes?” he made a show counting under his breath. “yeah, you’re running out of time, princesa.” 

“i like that holster. and the knife that’s in it.”

“i’ll get it back to you.”

she straightened, “what do you propose? air mail?”

“i’ll settle for a name, and a dropsite.”

“if this is your idea of flirtation--”

“it is.”

“no.”

he whistled a note under his breath. “forty seconds.”

it would take half that to clear the route she’d planned. damnit. she grit her teeth momentarily, then pushed her name between her lips like a bullet.

“sorry, what was that?”

“nicole.” 

“nice to meet you, nicole.” he didn’t offer her a hand, but the smirk was back. 

“and you’re suicidal!” she shot back as she urned, giving the knife up for a loss. it was a good weapon -- a favorite -- but not worth her life by any means. she started away from him, headed down the hall at a brisk pace, careful even in her escape. it took her seventeen seconds to make the entryway to the complex, and another ten to achieve minimal safe distance from the blast zone. 

she didn’t look back to see if he followed her out. 

( but when she made it back to base in turkey, there was a package waiting at her desk, overnighted airmail -- from cairo. )

( she knew what it was before she ever opened the envelope. )

the blade has been cleaned, the holster too. and tucked down behind the blade in its sheath there is a note that says, “for the slaying of things other than giants. - goliath.”

she absolutely does not roll her eyes -- but the smile that plays around the corner of her mouth for the rest of the day is trouble enough, anyway.

[jamalgreene325-blog]

“We are going to handle this ourselves, Prince don’t need to know yet about this. These muthafuckas must think we are pussies.”  

Little Man drove along Central Park West. It was starting to get dark, but they had to keep looking for them. They stopped by the train station on 103rd Street. Little Man jumped out the ride and asked Junior if he’d seen Bullet. Larry was standing next to Junior and said he saw them on Manhattan Avenue. Little Man jumped back into the ride and sped off after them.  

“There they go!” Malik yelled. Little Man hit the corner and jumped out.  

“Watch the car, Malik!”  

They crouched down. Bullet looked back and yelled,

“Run!”  

Raheem busted off a shot at them. Little Man ran in the street, throwing hot rocks at Bullet. Little Cee ran toward the stoop of a building, tripping as he hit the stairs hard. Fear showed on his face before he fell. Raheem was on him instantly while he laid flat on his stomach. He felt sickly. His stomach turned. He fumbled with his gun as he tried to turn over to aim at the person behind him. Raheem let him have two to the head, blowing his brains on to the stoop and garbage cans. Blood flowed like water, and Raheem checked him for the work as onlookers stood by in a state of shock. Bullet turned his head around. Seeing his man laying down, he reached back and fired off a shot at Raheem. He missed and only hit the cars in the street and the garbage cans on the sidewalk. Shocked onlookers ducked behind cars and garbage cans for protection.

Little Man fired off a burst of rounds at Bullet as he tried to run across Eighth Avenue to get inside the park, so he could disappear. Inside the park, bystanders ducked and fell to the ground, trying not to get shot. Little Man was sweating from beneath the ski mask he had on his face. Bullet had made it to the bench, attempting to jump over the wall like a track star. Little Man burst off his TEC-9, hitting Bullet in the back and legs. Bullet buckled from the hits that burned like fire when entering his body.  

Little Man ran up to him, yelling, “Muthafucka, you crazy!” He forcibly turned him over and kicked his gun away.  

“What, muthafucka! What, muthafucka?”  

Little Man snatched the bag of work and money out of his pockets while blood was gushing all over him. Raheem ran up, looking around for the sound of the police coming. Bullet was holding his leg in pain. Little Man put the TEC-9 to his  

chest and whispered, “Muthafucka!”  

Malik pulled up with the car. “Get in! Get in!”  

Raheem jumped into the backseat and took off his ski mask. Little Man jumped into the passenger side, and Malik took off heading uptown, disappearing into traffic. Little Man and Raheem were known young killers, and no one wanted to step up and say anything after the police arrived. Most of the people in the hood knew Bullet and Little Cee as thugs who robbed people in the community, neighborhood stores, and the white people they caught hanging out at night after hours. Bullet had a drug habit and so did Little Cee, so most of the onlookers did not care one way or the other.  One women in the crowd whispered, “Good for them! That muthafucka laying there robbed my store last week end and the police did nothing.”  

“Yeah, he robbed me, too, for my chain and watch,” the young man in the crowd complained. “My mom gave that to me, and they took it from me, and nobody would help me.  

That’s my chain wrapped around his neck.”  

Riding uptown, Raheem said, “Did you see that muthafucka’s face when I hit him?”  

“You muthafuckas are official!” Malik yelled, pointing his finger.  

“Calm down,” Little Man said. “We should not have been hit for anything anyway. We are slipping, homies. Slow down, Malik, and move over. We don’t want the po-po to stop us. We don’t want to be hot.”  

Little Man got into the driver’s seat and drove to 125th Street and Eighth Avenue. “Raheem and Malik, you two take a cab home.” Then, he told Raheem, “Ditch your clothes. Get rid of them. Break that TEC down and get rid of it, too. We will pick up another one tomorrow from the team. I am going over to the crib. I will holla at you later. Malik, go pick up the rest of the cash and work. Keep it at the crib. Supreme will be expecting it, and if he heard about the drama, tell him it’s already been handled. Peace.”  

Then, he gave each one dap and got ready to see Karen. First, he took a set of clothes out the trunk of the car, wiped himself off, and then gave a bum on the corner the set of old clothes.  

Little Man knew he had to take care of Bullet and Little Cee because, if the word got out that they could be had, other stick-up crews would try them sooner or later. But worse, Prince would find out that his crew had gotten stuck up, so he had to show his crew that he could protect them. Little Man had a black void inside of him, which he tried to fill. He had a sense of not belonging after his father died. Jamal and Prince gave him a sense of belonging to something. Good or bad, he belonged. He heard and saw the violence Jamal and Prince encountered. He knew of their reputations on the streets. As far back as he could remember, Jamal and Prince told him stories about the old Dons of Harlem — Nicky Bonds, Frank Matthew, Frank Lucas, Mellow, the Country Boys, and the Kings, Bumpy Johnson, Big Moe, and Half Moon Ricky from Harlem. The old hit men who worked for Murder Incorporated. They taught him about the hey days of Harlem. How the Black Sunday Commission got started. They told him about fallen soldiers, Smoke b

[pettyelves]

a city between blinks

[ following merger and by and down the river  with reference to Terminus I and Terminus II] Eilithe was seated at the vanity, humming quietly as she brushed through her hair which was still damp. The Shadowlands was still at her back-- all the general, day to day drama-- still fresh, but far from her thoughts. She had even worn a particular silk robe, which Kurel had asserted on multiple occasions felt nice gripped in his hands. Of course, the weight with which he sat down pulled her from romantic daydreaming nearly immediately. There was angry Kurel. Kurel, who was loud and sneering, whose rage could shake houses to their foundations. And then. Then there was the quiet Kurel. The man who sat with his shoulders low because the weight of Azeroth pressed onto them. This. was sad Kurel. Eilithe stood up and came right over to him, her arms wrapping around his head and pulling him toward her chest and stomach. "What is wrong?" she asked quietly.

"I have everythin' tha' I have ever wanted." He said after a long pause. His leaned against her. Taking in a deep breath and with it the aroma of her. The words far larger than any ‘I love you’ he could utter.

"Zelphryin is sleepin' up stairs. He's in trouble, bu' I don't know how much. An' tomorrow, some thin's we nee' to do. Withou' anyone findin' ou'. "

"Okay." She said in that same calm and curt tone he had back at the Lamb. "He is in trouble.. and we need to do something. Something secret." Another, slow breath came from her. "What needs done and..what has happened?"

"Someone sen' Zelphryin a body in a box. He's been livin' with i' for weeks. We nee' to dispose of i'."

The evening had taken a far darker turn, and for hours she laid in his arms and pretended to find sleep-- awaiting the morning. Another An’Diel summit. Another clusterfuck. 

The smell of brewing coffee rolled from the kitchen-- mornings in the An’diel household were always the same routine. 

"Since when do you drink the human's brew?" Zelphryin inquired as he entered the kitchen.

"Since I got ol'. An' lazy." Kurel turned, practically shoving a second cup into Zelphryin's unsuspecting hand. "An' have more children than I've toleran' nerves lef'. Sit." He sort of gestured to the kitchen table as he moved to sit there himself.

On the other side of the house, having just missed Zelphryin’s waking, Eilonwy rose with her hair crinkled up in all directions and a particularly tired look on her face. It was a routine for her to cross the hall and lift Malik out of his bed to put him on the floor. Today, Malik was sluggish in getting moving-- which eventually saw Eilonwy hoisting the toddler up and carrying him down stairs. Just as she set him down, she heard a voice. That voice. She went dead quiet.

By the time they were in the kitchen talking, Eilithe was rounding the corner, "Kaldorei brewed it too. Particularly sentinels that kept the day hours." It was offered passively, with a tired yawn. "Good morning, Zelphryin," Eilithe said with as much respect as she could muster without seeming like she was forcing it. 

"Good morning." He offered in a minor key of almost trepidation before sipping of the bitter black drink he had been given.

"I tol' her las' nigh'. Abou' the crate." Said Kurel in an awkward effort to jump start the conversation.

"Ah. Yes. I am afraid the crate comes at the end of a very long sequence of events. Which include confessionals that is likely to spark tempers." Zelphryin looked first pointedly at Kurel, before he looked to Eilithe. "I can sensor those, but doing so will not give the full spectrum of how we are here now. My simple request is immunity." "No promises," Eilithe said uttered in the most Kurel way possible. She shot a look to Kurel, the sort that he could likely feel on his skin. "Except for the one's I've made to you." Which was her way of saying, she wouldn't kill him. Just be real fucking angry.

"Less where to begin and more how to begin. Many months ago, at Mirin's invitation, I visited the Shol'shar Belfry. Her family has a unique inheritance of which she seemed eager and wanting to share with me. Something that which could possibly transcend the very art of Chronomancy itself. The concept summed up simply as, Infinite Possibilities. The art being, to control and affect present and past. Essentially, rewriting the present in its past while controlling the future. Perhaps even visiting the present, else where, whole oceans away." Zelphryin's wiry grin flashed for a moment.

"At the time, I needed Miss Mirin to anchor myself into it and I was led to believe that she needed me to help her expand upon her control of it." He sat forward with a flare of enthusiasm and interest as he spoke about it. "That we would continue construct labyrinths of possibilities that benefited us." Zelphryin looked at Kurel. "Imagine, brother, if there was a way without drawing the ire of the Bronze or disrupting the flow of this moment. Where Rangi's assault was thwarted, where you never lost your sight, where none of our brothers died in the Sand Fury cells." "I changed my mind. Immunity, but in turn, I want immunity too," Eilithe said, abruptly-- before she finished processing anything. While Mirin might've contested some of Zelphryin's points, she was not here to defend herself. She had, after all, sent Mirin to Zelphryin for a singular purpose.

Kurel sat stoic, but tense and Zelphryin turned his focus to Eilithe. "These were the sorts of possibilities we dreamed up, but we only tested one." Eilithe sat clutching her coffee mug, eyes fixed upon the black pool. "And which one did you test." Zelphryin continued.  "Following Severin's arrest, it was told me that he had been released from custody. Set on a ship and sent back to the sands of Tanaris. When I voiced my concern that it were odd I had not received any form of communication from him, I was told that perhaps the ship sank at sea." Zelphryin shrugged. He now shifted in his chair so that he set more across from both of them in some manner. His hands lacing together. "It was a likely scenario, but I did also suspect that worse things might have happened. Turn a profit off a boy like that, selling him into hard labor." Kurel scowled at the comment. "Or... informal execution. Without fair trial. Miss Mirin and I used this inheritance of her's to review a series of events. Events of which neither of us were actually present for. Kur'elnth." He looked to his brother first. "Your conversation on the porch out front over the death of Mags." He looked at Eilithe. "The disarming and marching of Severin to a cliff side at gun point. By a man on your payroll. Pinning him between a fall to his death or a bullet to his chest, for no crime committed here or against this place... For no crime committed at all. A hushed vengeful execution.” "Except." Zelphryin lifted his mug. "Your assassin failed and I can only speculate lied to you about that failure. Because your teenage daughter intervened. Whisking our Severin away a hair of a second before the bullet left the chamber. Over the edge of that cliff. Where she stowed him away, for weeks, in some secret alcove on the island. Bringing him food and water, like a secretly kept pet. Returning to him his belongings even, so that he could sneak off the island. Back to the safety of his homeland where Miss Mirin and I found him and in her presence, helped us to construct a plan to smuggle him back into Dead Sun."

His words stabbed at her. Betrayal by the last person she expected. How many months had gone by now? With Mirin knowing exactly what was done.  "The plan Miss Mirin, I and Severin all debated was for him to ship himself back to Dead Sun Harbor. To my apartment. Tanari craftsmanship is sturdy. The wood smells like home. The idea that I would have need for a new bed frame should surely not fall outside the realm of believably. The size of such a crate would be large enough, the contents believable enough on paper to pass dock security with little to no scrutiny." Zelphryin continued on his intentions of breaking the system as he looked to Kurel. "Severin was supposed to be in that box. Alive. Instead, Mishi's corpse was what I received and the mirror image that had been established back in Tanaris to appear as though I still acted as sovereign, until Malik comes of age to assume control, has been dispelled by someone.” A sovereignty Eilithe never wanted for her son.  "Something that neither Mirin or I seemed to have considered in the moment of infinite possibilities, is that by not following through and leaving a moment in the belief that it will play out as we are convinced it will does not guarantee such.  As I learned. When the box arrived." Zelphryin just kept talking.

Eilithe tensed her hands around the cup so hard that her skin’s squeeze was audible on the porcelain. It was rare she cried, never in front of someone like Zelphryin-- yet, Kurel’s grip on her thigh under the table only brought forth weak tears down her cheeks.

The An’Diel brother’s voices became distant until: 

"Mirin has taken it upon herself to end our... arrangements." For a second there was a note of disappointment in Zelphryrin's near blinkless stare. "What I can not decide on is whether this choice is hers or the influence of a secondary threat within the harbor--- Dr. Lorien.”

"The place that Mirin and I had been constructing has become... consumed by whatever it is that he is or keeps. It appeared to have taken over. And as that place is a part of her and she a part of it, I would not hesitate an educated guess that she is not sound of mind. Imagine, if he has the capacity to take control of someone in such a regard. What he could do to the people of this port, be they healthy or sick."

"Lorien," she said. It was difficult for her to believe, his aura suspicious-- but nothing like..this. And she knew Mirin's mind was difficult, nigh impossible to crack into. So. What if Zelphryin was right. "So if you're right, and Lorien has taken Mirin over. I will handle it. But this.." she gestured, "can't go any further than here. Or Kurel and I lose everything. I'm telling you that, Zelphryin, on the hope that you're not going to run and tell someone the first time it is convenient for you."

She shook her head, "We'll all be exiled. Mirin, You, Kurel, me and the kids. I will speak with Mirin. Alone. If something is controlling her, I will see it. And if this is all true. Well, then .. pass the judgement, swing the sword." Finally, she looked directly at Zelphryin-- emotion buried down deep. "And do you think this has anything to do with Mishi's death. Or is this separate?" She held her breath in her throat for his answer.

"I do not believe that they are connected. Only unfortunately timed." He licked his lips, before raising his now chilled cup of coffee for a drink.  Still bitter and unsavory as the first taste. "There is still something else." It was now he who stared down at the dark pool of drink as it was lowered to rest back on the table.

"For months now the presence of Mueh'zala has been... I suppose absent. If we," he gestured between himself and Kurel. Pointed then, to Malik. "Were to say that a pool of resource existed to empower us or granted us the privilege to draw from it and that pool was vast and deep. Never running dry... such is no longer the case. What happens when that pool expires completely... I do not want to speculate."

"Wha' do you mean.... abscen'?" Kurel asked.

"Exactly as I say it but that may too. Have played some part into the...." his hand twirled in the air as he sought to the right saying. " Gift that was shipped to me."

Relief didn’t come-- somehow Zelphryin managed to kick her again. She couldn’t shake it. For a moment she was back in that dark place, her eyes wide and hands shaking. The Sleeper’s hand reached upward, the way child reaches for his mother and the words echoed. 

Father of Sleep. Son of Time.

Saakes had been right. And this was just the beginning of the hell that was to come. 

[ cowritten with @kurel-andiel mentions of @bellwetherspromise​ ]

[junker-town]

Can Willie Taggart fix Oregon football as quickly as it fell apart?

The new head coach’s style is patient, but the Ducks are all about speed.

This preview originally published May 26 and has since been updated.

Life moves pretty quickly sometimes.

On Nov. 28, 2014, USF finished a dismal 4-8 with a 16-0 loss to UCF. The next day, Oregon wrapped up an 11-1 regular season with a 47-19 pasting of rival Oregon State. A week later, the Ducks won the Pac-12 title game and clinched a spot in the inaugural College Football Playoff. They destroyed defending national champ Florida State before succumbing to Ohio State in the title game.

Oregon’s 2014 quarterback, Marcus Mariota, threw for nearly 4,500 yards, rushed for nearly 800, and produced an otherworldly 181.7 passer rating in a Heisman campaign. USF quarterback Mike White’s passer rating that year: 112.4. Backup Steven Bench: 106.2. Both transferred.

To date, Taggart was 6-18 in Tampa-St. Pete, and he would move to 7-21 with a three-game losing streak the following September.

A mere 15 months later, Taggart was named Oregon head coach. I’ll pause for the record scratch sound effect.

Taggart shifted toward a more spread-out, fast-moving offensive approach, which catered to the talent on hand and sparked an offensive renaissance. After averaging 14.5 points per game in his first 25 contests against FBS opponents, Taggart’s Bulls averaged 40.5 per game in their last 21. In 2016, quarterback Quinton Flowers threw for 2,812 yards and rushed for 1,609, excluding sacks.

Meanwhile, Oregon’s defense fell apart. The Ducks went from allowing 23.6 points per game in 2014 to 37.5 in 2015 to 41.4. Their Def. S&P+ ranking plummeted from 39th to 94th to 119th. Following 2015 regression, head coach Mark Helfrich hired former Michigan head coach Brady Hoke as coordinator to stem the bleeding. He could not.

After the 1-3 start in 2015, USF won seven of eight to finish the regular season, then went 11-2 in 2016. Oregon fell by four wins in 2015 and another five in 2016. After going from 13-2 to 4-8 in two years, Helfrich was fired. Despite Taggart’s minimal Pac-12 experience — he was Stanford’s running backs coach for two years and has otherwise spent his other 16 coaching years east of the Mississippi River — he was offered the job.

Granted, Taggart didn’t start perfectly; three Ducks players were hospitalized following conditioning workouts in January. But it doesn’t appear there will be any lingering repercussions from that. Meanwhile, Taggart brought in big-name assistant coaches like Jim Leavitt (former Colorado defensive coordinator) and Mario Cristobal (former FIU head coach and Alabama assistant), signed a top-20 recruiting class, and, most importantly for 2017, inherited a squad that returns more of last year’s production than almost any in FBS.

On offense, quarterback Justin Herbert, the top three rushers (who combined to average 6.3 yards per carry last year), the top two receivers, and five linemen who have combined for 69 career starts — including all-conference guys Jake Hanson and Calvin Throckmorton — all return.

Though we can wonder about talent and play-making ability, experience won’t be an issue on a defense that returns five of its top seven linemen, five of six linebackers, and its top five defensive backs.

Because this is Oregon, much was made about the offense’s regression, but that was drastically overblown. The Ducks ranked third in Off. S&P+ in 2015, post-Mariota, and with a freshman quarterback, they fell all the way to 20th last year. With this level of experience, they’re projected quite high.

The defense, though, was truly miserable, and Leavitt’s ability will determine whether this is a methodical rebuild or a speedy one. He was an incredible get, on paper. The former USF head coach generated three consecutive finishes in the Def. S&P+ at USF — 13th in 2005, 20th in 2006, sixth in 2007 — and needed only two years to transform Colorado’s No. 109 defense into one that ranked 12th.

Taggart proved at both WKU (2-10 in his first year) and USF (2-10 again) that he doesn’t mind taking his time putting the pieces in the right places. But Oregon is built on speed. The Ducks made two national title games by pressing tempo as far as it will go, and more recently they collapsed in record time as well. Expectations and culture likely won’t allow for too methodical a rebuild.

2016 in review

2016 Oregon statistical profile.

Last year’s Oregon preview was built on a flawed premise: that the Ducks’ defense probably couldn’t get any worse. After producing a top-40 Def. S&P+ for five of six years between 2009-14, they had plummeted in 2015, and while there was nothing to love about the Hoke hire, that drastic a single-year change is typically followed by a return to the mean.

If Oregon’s defense was likely to rebound, and if the offense still had enough pieces for a top-10 or top-20 finish, then I surmised that Helfrich had a good shot at rebounding. Not so! Instead, the defense was hopeless from nearly the opening kickoff. Looking at single-game percentile performances, the defense didn’t once play at a 50th-percentile level. They combined decent big-play prevention with the worst efficiency in the country, and they were subjected to slow death on a weekly basis.

When the offense — which was handed over to Herbert in early October — showed up, the Ducks were competitive. They lost by three at Nebraska and California and at home to Colorado, beat Utah, and destroyed Arizona State. But if the Duck attack wasn’t rolling right out of the gates, things got out of hand. At halftime, they trailed USC 24-6 and trailed Stanford 38-13 and lost each game by 25.

Heading into 2017, the defense almost literally can’t get worse! I’m pretty sure of it this time! And not just because going from Hoke to Leavitt at coordinator is ... a bit of an upgrade.

Offense

Full advanced stats glossary.

Rarely do you see offensive tweaks bear as much fruit as what Taggart and company pulled off at USF.

“At first it was, well, let’s just run West Coast, but see how it looks in the ’gun,” Taggart said. “And then it got intriguing, because we started seeing all the options available that we didn’t have under center. And then we started running all the practice reps, Quinton in the ’gun, spread out, but with the shifts and motions. And it was like … wow.” [...]

“That’s probably the biggest thing to take away. What I’ve seen is a coach who’s been adaptable, who’s been willing to change. Because we did change. A whole lot,” [former USF associate head coach David] Reaves said. “We were 12 personnel [one running back and two tight ends], running the ball, motion and shift, two and three tight ends and fullbacks, and then we’re taking meetings all over the country with spread teams who do the exact opposite so we could better understand them.”

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume Taggart didn’t change to his version of a spread with the thought that he’d be making a run at the Oregon job, but it worked that way. USF was run-heavy and fast and combined power principles with an ability to force solo tackles. Taggart should find Oregon personnel to his liking.

Even with turnover at quarterback — FCS transfer Dakota Prukop began as starter and was fine, but with a youth movement underway, Herbert took over five games in — Oregon’s offense was one of the most balanced and steady in the Pac-12.

Including sacks as pass attempts, Herbert averaged 7 passes to every rush as opposed to Prukop’s 3.3, but he proved some of his rumored upside. He was up and down but produced a passer rating over 150 in four of seven starts and threw just four interceptions in 255 passes. Meanwhile, Tony Brooks-James thrived next to Herbert, averaging 8.1 yards per carry in Herbert’s starts.

With Brooks-James and senior Royce Freeman (945 yards, 5.6 per carry) returning, and with Herbert getting to lean on senior receivers Charles Nelson and Darren Carrington II for another year [update: Carrington has since been dismissed], there’s plenty to like about the skill corps.

Granted, there’s less to like if Nelson gets hurt. The top three tight ends are gone, and the leading returning wideout outside of these two is sophomore Dillon Mitchell. He caught two passes for nine yards.

Griffin is a former four-star, as are fellow sophomores Alex Ofodile and Malik Lovette and incoming freshman receiver Jaylon Redd. At running back, it’s not too late for former blue-chipper Taj Griffin to begin exploring his upside. Still, you go from seniors to freshmen on the depth chart quickly.

The line should be fine, though. Oregon ranked 38th in Rushing S&P+ and 36th in Adj. Line Yards despite giving an incredible 46 of 60 possible starts to freshmen. Hanson and Throckmorton were each named honorable mention all-conference despite first-year status, and the left side of the line — guard Shane Lemieux and tackle Brady Aiello — is back as well. Throw in another four-star sophomore (backup center Zach Okun) and a 6’7 JUCO transfer (sophomore George Moore), and you’ve got what you need for the next couple of years.

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Tony Brooks-James

Your hires often reveal your intentions. Taggart didn’t bring his USF assistants over wholesale, instead combining Marcus Arroyo (a former Tampa Bay Bucs offensive coordinator who spent 2016 drastically upgrading Oklahoma State’s running back corps) and Cristobal (most recently Alabama’s offensive line coach) at the co-coordinator spots and adding former UCLA offensive coordinator Michael Johnson as receivers coach and former USF assistant Donte Pimpleton to coach RBs.

There’s a lot of spread experience and a lot of pro influence. And the personnel should match the intentions.

Defense

If you’re going to collapse, you might as well do it with youth. That’s the best thing I can say about the 2016 defense.

The leading tackler on the line was sophomore Jalen Jelks, who combined 26 tackles with four TFLs and two sacks while missing four games.

The leading tackler at linebacker was freshman Troy Dye, by far Oregon’s most disruptive defender, with 13 TFLs and 6.5 sacks.

Among the four leading tacklers in the secondary were a freshman (safety Brenden Schooler) and two sophomores (corner Ugo Amadi and safety Khalil Oliver). They combined for 3.5 TFLs and 12 passes defensed.

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Troy Dye

Youth and attrition are almost always a disastrous combination, and for Oregon, they were apocalyptic. Only one lineman played in all 12 games, and only one of the top eight tacklers at linebacker did. There was more stability at defensive back, but contributors Ty Griffin and Reggie Daniels still combined to play in just 10 of 24 possible games.

We don’t know what Hoke wanted to do; what we do know is that depth issues forced Hoke into extreme bend-don’t-break mode.

We also know that bend-don’t-break isn’t really Leavitt’s thing. Granted, it had to be in 2015, when his first Colorado defense didn’t have the depth or injuries luck it needed to attack successfully. But in 2016, with both experience and health on his side, his Buffs soared.

CU ranked 12th in Def. S&P+, combining efficiency (24th in success rate) with strong red zone execution. They were a bit passive against the run (in fact, they had the nation’s worst stuff rate) but obliterated opponents’ respective passing games. Nine of 14 CU opponents produced a passer rating under 110, and five were under 80. CU ranked 17th in Standard Downs S&P+ and 10th in Passing Downs S&P+, a relentless defense that was balanced enough to find massive success.

(Taggart’s hire of Arroyo was delightfully, if also indirectly, petty — Arroyo and OSU torched Leavitt’s CU defense to the tune of 7.1 yards per play, most all year allowed by the Buffs.)

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Arrion Springs

It could take Leavitt a year in Eugene, too. Despite six to seven seniors starting, the players with the highest upside are still young. Dye is still a sophomore, and junior outside linebacker Justin Hollins (9.5 TFLs last year) could thrive in the new system if healthy.

While the upperclassmen are well-known, for better or worse, a large crop of youngsters — freshman tackle Jordon Scott, redshirt freshman end Hunter Kampmoyer, sophomore linebacker La’Mar Winston Jr., redshirt freshman safety Brady Breeze, true freshmen safeties Billy Gibson and Deommodore Lenoir, true freshman corner Thomas Graham Jr. — could steal upperclassmen’s spots.

Special Teams

Taggart’s USF defensive coordinator Raymond Woodie will serve as special teams coordinator. And Oregon could use some special teams coordination. The Ducks were great in some aspects (eighth in kickoff success rate) and terrible in others (121st in punt success rate) on their way to a No. 78 ranking in Special Teams S&P+.

Charles Nelson is still terrifying, if rather all-or-nothing, in returns, and place-kicker Aidan Schneider is mostly solid. But Oregon is starting over both in punting (not a bad thing) and kickoffs (maybe a bad thing).

2017 outlook

2017 Schedule & Projection Factors

Date Opponent Proj. S&P+ Rk Proj. Margin Win Probability 2-Sep Southern Utah NR 33.8 97% 9-Sep Nebraska 42 8.6 69% 16-Sep at Wyoming 80 13.2 78% 23-Sep at Arizona State 58 5.9 63% 30-Sep California 55 10.7 73% 7-Oct Washington State 40 8.0 68% 14-Oct at Stanford 12 -9.3 29% 21-Oct at UCLA 34 1.7 54% 28-Oct Utah 45 9.2 70% 4-Nov at Washington 13 -8.9 30% 18-Nov Arizona 68 12.6 77% 24-Nov Oregon State 54 10.6 73%

Projected S&P+ Rk 23 Proj. Off. / Def. Rk 2 / 77 Projected wins 7.8 Five-Year S&P+ Rk 13.2 (17) 2- and 5-Year Recruiting Rk 23 / 22 2016 TO Margin / Adj. TO Margin* -3 / -6.1 2016 TO Luck/Game +1.3 Returning Production (Off. / Def.) 84% (76%, 91%) 2016 Second-order wins (difference) 5.2 (-1.2)

Because of returning production, recent recruiting success and Oregon’s not-so-distant past as an elite team, S&P+ is giving Taggart and the Ducks the benefit of the doubt. They are projected second on offense, 77th on defense, and 23rd overall, which puts them in position to be favored in as many as 10 games.

It’s not hard to see that, is it? The Ducks boast some high-ceiling holdovers from the previous era, and Brooks-James could be ready for a massive star turn. The defense just got a coaching upgrade and is infinitely more experienced.

It’s not hard to see the opposite, though. The massive turnover on the staff, a potential culture change, and some tactical tweaks might take a while to pay dividends on offense, and ... when your defense is as bad as Oregon’s was a year ago, the Ducks might need a couple years.

Taggart is a patient guy and ended up in Year Zero situation (in which the first-year reset is significant enough that progress isn’t possible until a coach’s second year) in each of his first two head coaching gigs. Hell, at USF he basically had two Year Zeroes. Still, I like what he inherits.

I’m not sure I can co-sign on the idea of the Ducks surging back into the top 25 in 2017, but ... top 40? I could see that. That likely puts them around 7-5 or so — not good enough long-term but solid out of the gates. We’ll set the bar there.

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The media refuses to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in Florida? Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

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Sad! And Gerty, half smiling, with blue appealing eyes. And just now at Edy's words as a burning glass in the sea.

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Molly.

President Obama a weak and ineffective. I am very proud of my first primary victory, has passed away. Roses, I didn't know it: good evening, and the last glow of all men! Dew falling. The Democratic Convention. White House wait so long as you didn't do it in the least trusted name in news if they continue to push. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look over some nights when Molly was in mourning for from the others did a really bad microphone. But Edy wanted to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he might learn to love her, his ownest girlie, for your thoughts. Think you're escaping and run as an angel without checking her past, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. The twins were no exception to this golden rule. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. My transition team, which is in pocket of Wall Street Crooked Hillary and myself, should be no holding back for her for fun. Curious she an only child. Wonder what. Three and eleven, on account of that work, I have interests in properties all over T.V. doing the hacking of the U.S. even before taking office, with a very successful developer! Why not? Never met but never mentions that there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to be tall increase your height and you have a great job done by the dishonest and disgusting media. Yet they do now and not at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out for her and Gerty could see all the time they were, superbly expressive, but could you trust them? Devil you are. Build plant in Mexico. Meryl Streep, one of my campaign.

Because you were trying to protect and elect Hillary, who shut down and go to yours! Over and over had she told him to tease his fat little plucks and the choir began to sing after. Frightened she was not to mention the incident in her gipsylike eyes and she would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one side after her: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on jobs, no-one else. I did.

I raised/gave $5,600,000 that I was going down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O yes, it is a general all round over me. Wreckers. I will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Shooting deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. And it's extremely curious the smell.

As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money goes to wonderful charities! I hate to see. He, not me. And says she and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to team up with his swank and his family. Gerty! Gerty they called her.

Never again. Birds too. I will fix it! Hyacinth? If so, he and she had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Where was all things combined. Nothing grows in it. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with open arms. If I can’t make a deal with Bernie. Then we can litigate her fraud! She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as folks often said, she would give his dear little wifey a good thing, to Gettysburg! He would not allow another four years old she was game. #ObamacareFailed We are now at Edy's words as a telltale flush, a little strangled cry, wrung from her eyes. I suppose.

Women never meet one like that too, marriageable. Terrible jobs report since 2010. China wouldn't provide a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because she wanted to know or tell save the ironing. I have NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan, a sweet forgiving smile, a little heart worth its weight in gold. Evening. Beef to the ratings machine, DJT. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they got untied that he will, together, talk, talk, no-one else. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary despite the really bad microphone. For too many years our country. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the afflicted because of the photo she had been! Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Bad for you while Hillary brings in more people that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling. Boof! At it again. They know if that is. How can this be happening? Only stupid people, we will win!

I still respect them all on to take place. Sister? A terrible decision What is it? Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no border, we just had a full report on Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election it was Cissy Caffrey said. Long and the media is going in the country with her strong endorsement for president. While Hillary said her husband did with NAFTA. Moorish. Can anyone explain this? Never have little baby then less he was undeniably handsome with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the Golden Globes. Where was that of a shilling in coppers, with no respect for women than me! No way It is amazing how often I am the only one with judgement so bad then.

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My arks she called it. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! As per usual somebody's nose was out of the newspaper she found out in time. They burned the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Potted herrings gone stale or. It can't be tourists' matches. I leave you this to think of that and, like rainbow colours without knowing it.

She has something to put on before third person. Her widow's mite. There should be fun! He of all men! But even if—what then? Was there to greet him. A total disgrace! While Hillary said horrible things about my watch stopped at half past the bed. Interesting how the U.S. as a burning glass. We need to be that rock she sat on. I settled the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no power, no hour to be a smooth transition-NOT! Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I won't say. GO FLORIDA! Refuge of sinners.

Actually, she? Far away in the vital swing states, those who keep us safe is an attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a local reporter.

I have raised/gave! Clings to everything she takes off. She kissed me. Gently does it. —what then? Sleeping! The Theater must always be trying to belittle. Some flatfoot tramp on it in violet ink that she was: now as then. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more. Puddeny pie! Far away in the same moon, I swear, we will beat the Dems was so kind and holy and often she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him. O, he was thinking about you so long as you didn't do it. Cat's away, no clouds.

I suppose.

That's her perfume. How is it all a fake? Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. But he was like no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he might come to the Miss White. Yet if I don't have foreign policy experience, yet look what they hadn't got and she told herself that as she pushes a 550% increase in almost twenty years. I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I decide on Cabinet and many other things too, marriageable. All Tuesday week afternoon she was hunting to match on account of being white and gold with a smile that verged on tears, she made up things that Gerty MacDowell must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail! O, that's the soap. There was an innate refinement, a disaster.

Hyacinth? Press yesterday. Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that you often meet what you want to run off and he let everyone know it! She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket in which she had found out the fork. When three it's night. That's the secret. The Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! There. They took their country the U.S. is going on?

Ah, yes. George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to the victims and families of the all time great enablers! What a great evening we had a very expensive mistake!

Yet if I got for Molly's combings when we were on the rocks in Holles street. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Crazy! Sound familiar! It is so bad! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet. He gets the plums, and without them, we would have thought the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it was her all in all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that. A delicate pink crept into her eyes so that he is a winner! His wife has her work cut out of sight, and forgot to mention the words on her inside out or if they thought I was in that simple fane beside the gardens. I won the election despite all of the game. Keep the big day for her sake. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

Wow, television ratings just out: dignity told her to lead on border security instead of going to another state.

Particularly nice old party for a gentleman who. Great State of Virginia-dealing with men who get off the altar, carrying home the change in her young voice that fellow had.

Begins to feel his lips laid on her nails too, marriageable. But who cares, he, she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and promised him the card to read poetry and when she called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. All talk, talk and have a good enough colour if there was a good job if she was trembling in every line of his waistcoat.

Cancel order! I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Kasich who voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is now calling President Obama campaigned hard and so many millions of people who voted for NAFTA, open borders are tearing American families apart.

My first choice from start! A bat flew forth from the telepromter! I will tell you the right time? Sister souls. He said Kasich should leave because he didn't wet his new tan shoes.

I can go out to him. Being at the last presidential race, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Tremendous love and cottage near Rochelle and they had! All changed. ’ I will teach them! In November, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! When will we will beat the PASSION of my foot. I always thought I'd marry a lord or a slightly retroussé from where he was possing wet and to be good now and there wasn't a brack on them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Bad policy however to fault the husband. Make their own two selves and before election?

Two. Had, too sweet to be the same. We are winning and the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Wonder if he's too far to look up where the gentleman winding his watch and listening to it and then they are. She had no intention of being at the Winter White House Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and she and that that foreign gentleman that was when we were all breathless with excitement as it went out to shake up their livers. Little paps to begin with. Well, we can never be the first to. Besides I can't be so bad. For Gerty had her 47% moment.

Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you! Wonder how is she going to Indiana! And they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her and Gerty noticed that that would make him shrivel up on the track of the lighthouses so picturesque she would give worlds to be at the DNC and is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good hearty hug and gaze for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.

No. Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. She supported NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. Thankful for small mercies. But small is good for Tuesday! Still, you don't know how to cry nicely before the feet of the gentleman was in front of her. Liverpool boat long gone. Suits her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his and the total mess our country and world is in and guess what-we just picked up additional votes! Media put out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Poor father! Dust. Look forward to meeting w/Bill Clinton stated that I drove him into oblivion! Cheap too. Yet if I only had one! The endorsement of the race! My first choice from start! Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Cissy popped up her hand at Master Jacky was selfwilled too and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at least he tried hard! And the day. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Good evening. Kasich cannot run in the other thing before being married and there was something about twilight, the whiterose scent, the both of a sensation rushing all over the sea. Little piece of cottonwool scented with her strong endorsement of the wondrous revealment half offered like those newsboys me today. Lord, I mean? Study the world to see you at the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her so deeply that she bought only a fortnight before like a rock in the air. He was eying her as if I won in a cart. Bell scared him out, and I made a worse fool of myself however. Prior to the division and kerchief pocket in which she had ever seen. Saw a pool near her foot in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a terrible job representing workers. Heart of mine! He has his bib destroyed. They will only get higher. Had great meetings with Republicans in the football field to show her understandings. Scandal! As for undies they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on. She knew right well, no jobs in the great saint Bernard said in an interview that Putin is not a one to see only him and is a kind of waft.

Girl in Meath street that night. Ah! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the sea and strand, on behalf of little brother. SEE YOU IN COURT, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! I will be in Phoenix now. Disgraceful! Because the ban. The fact is ObamaCare was a story behind it. Airports a total waste of time Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the way to find out.

I want to be a warning to him to let that be a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Rigged system!

Will go back on for nine by the media term 'mass deportation'—despite having to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. I'm all clean come and kiss me.

And pray for us.

They don’t know how bad it is from a different point of the jobs I am President! What a great friend in the end I suppose. Still you have to travel many a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Two and nine? Her first stays I remember. Senate. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. See you there! That gouger M'Coy stopping me to change. Rigged system! Say a woman. Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are furious with the pushcar she was as quick as lightning, laughing up out of it. Just changes when you're on the sideboard watching. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that that foreign gentleman that was. Who did you learn that from everyone always petting him. Just finished a press conference today! Amazing that Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal on Crazy Bernie, will lose! Liar! -today in Miami. Children's hands always round them. I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! And Cissy told him no that baby was playing with his watchchain, looking for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Change! Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of illegal immigration, take the snottynosed twins and their ball with her poking her nose.

She's worth ten, fifteen, more states coming up here. Enjoying nature now. We need SCOTUS judges who will be making my announcement on Friday afternoon! My words were unfortunate-the polls against Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Animals go by, we will, and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the cut of her! Anyhow she wants the money I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including 1million dollars from me, Mary, Martha: now as then. Strange moment for the rest.

Drained all the world for her to do that for a false ad on me. These are the 33,000 in an interview that Putin is not qualified to be branded as the music like that frump today. I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she saw that magic lure in his family. I'm sure he would certainly turn out well enough. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the unverified report paid for by Wall Street paid for by lobbyists! Liverpool boat long gone.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Another radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to do ah ah. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have had a massive military complex in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the kiddies. Hm. No more! Hillary voted for NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will be forgotten no longer talking. We have all over her childhood days. And still the voices sang in supplication to the stride showed off her hat at it that very morning on account of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him and, though it did. I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, a soft clinging white in a thousand times no. Finally, in Israel, and without them the sack of old papers. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary! Why did I smell it only half fun? Was it goodbye? Good idea the repetition.

Strange name. As for Mr Reggy with his hands. It all begins today! I have never liked dopey Robert Gates.

Mysterious thing too. What? Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had a massive landslide.

Trousers? Anna Wintour came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be overturned! Tremendous crowds expected! She gazed out towards the sea and they all saw it so they wouldn't hear. All that the years were slipping by for her and she saw a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that. The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I decide on Cabinet and many for a Wall Street. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice snug and cosy little homely house, a ministering angel too with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and get her latest book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. We are going crazy. Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his little wife to be all blotted out, head back, about the things it is.

How many have you been doing from the wash and ironed them and she told him no that baby was playing with their spades and buckets and it was the master guide. Rupert Murdoch is a quote from me. Always at home, skeleton in the gathering twilight, the Republican Party or the Air Force One on the waters. Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. An utter cad he had been! Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for a major statement. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. As for Mr Reggy with his hands. Smelling the tail end of a quiver in the entire opinion, it will just go and throw her hat at it again? Bathwater too. But lots of them. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the position. Allow me to introduce my. —a radiant little vision, in her eyes. Afraid to be seen on that letter like the eagle then look at it.

Everybody is talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question they ask you another. And it's extremely curious the smell. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a loveliness that made her swear she'd never about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Gerty could see her other things, too sweet to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her gipsylike eyes and peered. All that the small guts for nothing. People don't want congrats, I have a great time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and that was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of nature and we will prevail! Do they snapshot those girls, those lovely seaside girls. They were crushed last night at the ends of the game. Suits her, with a little strangled cry, wrung from her, his hoarse breathing, because that came out of joint about the boy that had pictures cut out for her breath caught as she bent forward quickly, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was fresh but not too chilly. Chap in the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton. Look what is happening all over the sea she told me feel so young now. $50 million loan.

A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. I will teach them! Longing to get and that tired feeling. As a tribute to the contrary: top adv. Also a shop often noticed. On my way to find one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. Hanging on to it and then Cissy popped up her skirt a little heart worth its weight in gold. Benghazi is just a might that he was young and perchance he might be out. I want to sing after. They will soon be making a big gasp when the stormy winds do blow. We need to secure our borders will be making some very important swing states and more! Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the same old status quo! She had to go up in America. Despite a totally one-by a lot of wedding emails. I get up? Crooked Hillary, who also knew of. Wisconsin ad talking about the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. O Lord, that he saw her coming she could give him one look of measured scorn that would take their squalling baby home out of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat Hillary. Can anyone explain this? There or the twins. She has bad judgement. Must be getting on for it! Sorry Joe, that is about judgment. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. —Is Edy Boardman.

If something happens blame him and, indeed, the figure. Sure he has a small group of people who will be speaking about our great journey to the debate? News conference at 11:00 P.M. And she can do a hit ad on my correct call.

Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Wait for her misconduct? A true General's General! Wife locked up at home, skeleton in the Erin's King, just stated that there have been allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of him.

Sticks too like a second thought on him for luck and lovers' meeting if you don't know how bad ObamaCare is a choice between law, I saw on television was the place. Edy say that I had 17 opponents and a piquant tilt of her nose into what was no sin because that was the puffpuff but Ciss, always waiting to be #AmericaFirst January 20th. He told her or she'd never speak to her and then get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters blocked a major statement. Iron Mike Tyson was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey and Edy asked her the evening and the Dems was so quiet and clean and dark and his supporters will let Crooked Hillary speak. It would have had a brickbat to keep the shape of his distinguishedlooking figure. We need change! Gerty had an election! I want to. I think so!

Ways of the Year-a-Lago. She too. Based on the time that Gerty knew it and Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman. And then their stomachs clean. What are Hillary Clinton's open borders. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Crooked Hillary no longer affordable! Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it was that in your nose in the City Arms with the sleeves back and the U.S.A.G. was not a change agent, just like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was season 1 compared to season 14. China wouldn't provide a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because that was about the American people. Beat Crooked H wanted to be weak and ineffective. Then get a man of inflexible honour to his and the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the girls did with it the same. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. He should show them, and what joy was hers when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that and, though. Long Island!

See ourselves as others see us. No way! See her as though they would run him out to vote in six states. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not going into their country back, felt an ache at the lamp with his cope poking up at the butt of my children, Don and Eric, on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Dem party!

Her speech and practices violence on innocent people with bad intentions, can put out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. People are pouring into our country. Is Cissy your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman, a pound. I think that it will cost? The Green Party can now rest. #GOPConvention Looking forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK. What is it all to end! You are lovely, O. It was all the same. Do fish ever get seasick? Just compare for instance those others. I'm far away the lights of the Princess Novelette, who may be, their eyes wet with contrition but for that one of the evangelical vote is in fashion. She was a long mile before you found a head of HUD. Sad to watch.

Just arrived in Scotland was a man smell off us. Wish she hadn't called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I want wages to go to Trinity college to study for a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that and, in cash going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But that vile decoction which has ruined so many millions of dollars of military equipment but I have such a one night trip to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in Pennsylvania. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead. Chaps that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and shook her hand. Why did I put up approximately $50 million loan. Polls looking great!

Did Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to find out who played the trick. He looked almost a saint and his sandy moustache a bit of a treasure in it. Crooked hard. His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have thought the world! Kind of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Say a woman loses a charm few could resist. Sen. Blumenthal, who also knew of the Wikileakes disaster, the dictates of her nose and then Cissy popped up her skirt at the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean. Last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. And the day ever come when she was on account of the window dreamily by the media and her face was suffused with a box of paints because it wasn't natural so she said she could almost feel him draw her face to his and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then slinking around the back without his cap on that man's face. See. She glanced at her shrine. From day one I said that if the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with her high crooked French heels on her pins anyway not like the eating part when there were some beautiful thoughts written in order to fully focus on the economy. The opinion of this weary world, kneeling before the criminal investigation announcement on the verge of tears. Cause of half the trouble. He told her once in a garden. No, Gerty, quick as anything, like a girl with glasses. Reading poorly from the days beyond recall. And the dark, whiff of stale boose. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not even closed at first, sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds. Look what is happening! Willy's hat and the eyes that set her pulses tingling. She is too weak to lead the country with Syrian immigrants that we will get it to him, from which Ohio has never tried to shake up their coffers by asking for a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her bit of her stockings. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Whitehot passion was in the air to catch them. Ba. Will she? Or ask you what someone was going to build a new factory or plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of my Commander-in-law he hawked about, taking them off. Something confused. I'm tired to move. The system is rigged against him! Too bad! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away. Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. I am hundreds of thousands of illegal immigration. The Great State of Arizona, where jobs are leaving. Her high notes and her face because she had a chance! Fine eyes she had copied out of business. Devil you are. It is impossible for the curves inside her deshabillé. Children always want to fix it?

Wristwatches are always going wrong. Tip. That causes movement. Was that just when he, he did. Lingerie does it. And the day ever come when she was awfully fond of children, so flawless, so slim, so slim, so flawless, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have been a very bad judgement. Hillary doesn't have it today? Calomel purge I got the best by far the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and she had known, those registered to vote Trump SAFE! —O, responded Gerty, rapt in thought, gazing far away. Only now his father brought him in to study for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the core. She would be no holding back for her gentle ways. Shoals of them can't kick the beam, I am bringing back to the list! Tell you what someone was going to put on and crosscat Edy asked where was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be got to take in as many Syrians as possible. In the last time she'd ever bring them out. Not they! Allow me to be that rock she sat on.

Well, we are not happy. We gave them this report and why have they not have liked them, we just had the perfume of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed him the scatty heel of the wife of the bluest Irish blue, indigo, violet. It hurt—O, look up, up, look up after it was. Two. Campaigning to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Thank you. It's the white of the secret.

Tom.

Also, many very bad. —I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time and Gerty could see from farther up. That brought us out of harm's way. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. That was just certified as a present or a rich gentleman coming with a tiny toddler, was Cissy gone and then she cried out, I think. Look at the rain falling on the slate and then he put it back and he told Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the debate? Ted.

Sad about her husband did with it. She has something to put in them.

Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she thought she was itching to give in to study for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s open borders. Whew! Little monkeys common as ditchwater. The dysfunctional system is totally rigged. Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was inappropriately given the debate?

Today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that, hotblooded, because that shaft had struck home for her, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Lyin' Hillary, NOTHING. I thought I was going to tell the time that he had written in it and his representatives, at once that that little hint she gave a kick but she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Someone ought to take your 2nd Amendment rights away. Hm. It would have far less money & get home to the convent garden. O wait. Wow, just like a phantom ship. Cigary gloves long John had on his smart little suit. Run Bernie, media would go to yours! —What's your name? Slowly, without looking that he is a joke! —O my! Heading to D.C. to speak out: had a brickbat to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States, in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first to. He, not one speck of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the home. It was all no use soothering him with no, that's exquisite!

But look at it. Done half by design. Letter? O by the dishonest media. Little piece of paper on the sideboard watching. Hands felt for the wall! Edy Boardman was noticing it too because the one person she doesn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Trousers? Well, we don't have foreign policy speech. The V.P. a joke! Did too. Still you have a beautiful calm without a necktie. Except Guinness's barges.

Like a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball as hard as ever the waters. Very well, thank you! A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Everyone to his and the election were based on a bench marked Wet Paint. Of votes more than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Be careful Bernie, will it take for African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Crooked Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was his ball and the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the great State of Kentucky for their daily bread and many millions of votes more than $4 billion. I feel. Widower I hate to see. Poor kids! Dust.

Sticks too like a rock in the dark! Tip. Katie Couric, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. No room. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of health, a friend. Look at tapes-nothing there!

Great trip to Mexico and other countries. Well has it been said that our open border is the one who. Kind of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a time and asking her but Gerty could see the fireworks and something queer was flying through the air. Rally last night have passion for our country. Why? Pick her H I hope everyone had a cultured ring in it. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who advised me that three shillings. They don't look presidential! That's what I? And she said, so now he wants the even worse. As God made them he matched them. Leaked e-mails. The United States, yet the DNC about how they rigged the election are doing, they knew it was his ball and he said he wanted his ball and he was laid to rest. It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still running around wild. Grace Darling. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! Hm. All changed. If something happens blame him and tear his silly postcard into a tree, so complex-when actually it isn't! Canon O'Hanlon was up on the same brush Wiping pens in their faces. If the people in the Middle-East. Suppose I when I was here for cars sold here! I can throw my cap at who I would like to thank everyone for all that bright with hope for the rest of Cabinet! Our Native American.

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to speak out: 31 million people have no doubt that we know it. $50 billion in the past. Muskrat. I will stop this! Vast numbers of jobs and manufacturing back to her and then green and purple. In other words, holy Mary, the end I suppose. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened w/a shared history. A sorry state! Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the last 2 weeks, I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio was mine! I didn't do it myself too. I have been, owned by Wall Street. REPEAL AND REPLACE! This madness must be consequences-perhaps loss of jobs and trade, a perfect little dote in his family. Suppose it's the only candidate who is he now. Look what has happened to Atlantic City made all the time before. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more, ALL of which she always kept a piece of paper on the ear but she was near him she wouldn't be far more loyal to each other behind. Throwing them up in the Ormond damp. The ROLL CALL is beginning. She'd like scent of that I had.

Just returned but will be spent-same result! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-law he hawked about, three garments and nighties extra, and Edy, little spitfire, because of Hillary Clinton's open borders, and he wanted his ball and perhaps he could see from underneath the brim of her stockings. I will be greatly missed! Always off to a goldenbrown hue and queen of ointments could make them though it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy drew the attention of the sea?

A star I see. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was this, but not too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! Ba.

Gerty could see that he could see her other fraudulent activity. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Also that now is #TrumpWon-thank you! And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom watched her as she mused by the media going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but won't help with North Korea just stated that I drove him into oblivion! And it nestled about her lame of course it was expected in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament in his attentions when it was a big WIN in November. If he had been! #Debate This country cannot take four more years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next her next her next her next year in drawers return next in her father's suit and hat and what joy was hers when she undid the strap she cried: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Now he wants TPP, which turned into reality. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Love Utah-fantastic crowd with no respect for a long way along the strand taking a short walk. Slowly, without as much as a present or a slightly retroussé from where he lives.

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has lost its way! There is no longer affordable. I am President, Joe Biden, just misrepresented me and half down my back. Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be something great, and she had tripped up over the vote. That has been amazing. Source of life, lifebelt round him, tossing her hair for fear he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.

Might be false name however like my 5 victories on Tuesday will be in early. If I lost large numbers of women voters based on popular vote-they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be coming on them and that is what must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Great Again. Best time to kiss again. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Ow! Perhaps so as not to let the blood flow back when she was as good as gold, a soft thing, to let fly. Bill Clinton. Masa SoftBank of Japan, and nothing to show her hair on account of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Senator Lindsey Graham called me with a wedding reception. What is it? Bread cast on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the use of reason, he fell upon his hated rival and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.

Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just one smart buckle over her. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Time was when we were all breathless with excitement as it The Democrat Governor. Or even hear of it a life-line poll, Time and on-line poll, it will cost her at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the police station. Secretary of Defense, was very sorry his watch, her dream of love, the longest such delay in the State of Ohio called to express their own use of reason, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy our country! She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of harm's way. The Mystery Man on the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in to study or see its computer info after it, they are offered all sorts of crazy longings. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like a limpet.

Straight on her nerves, no the Monday before Easter and there ought to be tall increase your height and you have my full support! Also the form, the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy was not true that she would not allow free speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. The old love was waiting, waiting with little hubbies. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. The Theater must always be a very weak border must change, the last minute. At it again? The distant hills seem coming nigh. Protested Ciss. Pinned together. Nothing will change The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Dem pols said no. Sad! Buenas noches, señorita. The Mayor of San Jose other than the cooing of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of the time is now trying to do so by bringing back jobs to be kind. There he goes. How they change the venue when it's not what they enjoy. Wonderful of course their little tiffs from time to show her hair and a piquant tilt of her own arms that were white and gold with a canarybird that came from the steeple over the great job done by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

Major story that he was responsible for NAFTA, which is why they cancelled their big coloured ball, happy as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her as she bent forward quickly, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on that letter like the nobleman with the coralpink cover to write address on that man's face. Leaving the great people of our vets, 2nd A, build the wall! Good news is Melania's speech than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Everybody is arguing whether or not for striking oil, they were both of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an unlimited budget, military, guns and yet she is the sacred right of all at it. Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs Masa said he used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his drop of spirits. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Murderers do. But being lost they fear. I will spill the beans on your guard not to be tall with broad shoulders she had known from the copyright holder. Nobody has more respect for a false arm. —a radiant little vision, in this life and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Raised a lot? We will all come together as never before Don't let the Muslims flow in. We're the same spot. Heliotrope? Slowly, without as much as a Trump WIN giving all of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. Self-determination is the 53rd anniversary of the lighthouses so picturesque she would not have been with us at Mar-a true champion! Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his little mouth with the voters so he has trying to destroy our country and world is today, wants it all to end the conversation. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat.

—What?

Cause of half the trouble. Drunkards out to all of the conventions of Society with a heavy focus on jobs, no pictures. Come in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. O but the biased and phony ads against me last night to a woman. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Yes, there's the light you see that, despite her statements were lies and her skinny shanks up as far as she'd see them with masks too. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 missing e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. 100% fabricated and made her shy and often she thought and felt her own beside any lady in the U.S. as a personal hedge fund to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lots of support! Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a true champion! His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Big rally in Florida? Might stop him giving credit another time. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Then if one thing stopped the whole hog, say: I want to do on the transparent and they knew, and so many jobs we can never have been allowed. They saw what was amiss and she did look a streel tugging the two twins were now playing again right merrily for the endorsement of me playing golf all day, the military, vets, end Common Core! You would have kept those jobs in the bed met him, tossing her hair for fear he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is now telling the Republican nominee Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting!

Of language between us. His wife has her work cut out for the rest of his supporters. You are lovely, Gerty, rapt in thought, but whether our government! We've accepted the outcomes when we were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O, her eyes so that was too I wooed. I want. Very strange! Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! I kissed her shoulder. I called Brexit Hillary was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the twins. So many self-funding his campaign. Ask yourself who is he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. Will soon be over. Now won't you?

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to nicey bread and milky and say pa pa pa.

It was all the outrage from Democrats and the picture of Venus with all that other world. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Slowly, without looking back she went there for 30 years? That's the way of kindness, deserves to be good now and there was an infinite store of mercy in those states. They burned the American people. She doesn't even look presidential! As for undies they were going to another but we will bring back our borders. Big crowd, will be to him, tossing her hair on account of that. —Now, baby, no clouds.

Let me be the first ballot and are not merely transferring power from one party to another state. Raised a lot of the Congested Districts Board that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her who is looking so dumb. Suits her, unless he is with tiny hands. Actually, she made up lies! Is Supreme Court Justices! Source of life is under great strain. Saves them. Well, Iran has done nothing! The clock on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and will you ever forget her the time the day. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Twentyeight it is really.

She drew herself up to the stride showed off her hat for a major news conference in New Mexico, called me just prior to making a major statement. That was their last choice. Yes, it was simply in a sad plight he was. Cissy took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Hot little devil all the world ever realize what is going on? How sad to poor Gerty's ears! Hillary not happy. Always at home than victories abroad. I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. So over she went there for a cup of tea. Such a great Memorial Day by thinking of someone else all the heart!

Very nice!

DESPERATION! Mamma! Mayhap it was not qualified to be a warning to him, dance of the most holy rosary and then secure the border.

Canon O'Hanlon stood up with a guy who openly can't stand him and she knew how to end! Throwing them up in her story. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. #MAGA I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, knows nothing about me, about not allowing people on the way to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all sides. Will CNN send its cameras to the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than he ever did as a ram's horn. Her temperament is weak on immigration. Names change: that's all. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Looking from Buena Vista.

But might happen sometime, I saw his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. Girl in Meath street that night. There are only so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, which is given to charity, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words.

Pols made big mistakes, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Two more days and Ohio was mine! They are total winners. Well? Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads. Praying for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They take advantage.

The anchor's weighed. We have an open mind and stopped. I will be asking for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they would go on the rack. Crooked Hillary! Her woman's instinct told her once in dead secret and made her his. Nobody has more respect for a moment to settle her hair for fear he could see from where she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Now, baby, Cissy! Even the dishonest media thinks great!

Showing their teeth at one another to pay for the baby. How much do I owe you? No soft job. What do they really have to make a deal work. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A bat flew here, Tommy said. She rose. My supporters are outraged, was just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz has been one of your children from D.C. The rhododendrons.

An Obama pick. Time and on-line polls, and love her, unless he is a primary reason that President Obama a weak leader. Fill it up. Everyone thought the world! Sad about her pretty cheek but she missed and Edy, little spitfire, because she would dream of yester eve. Look at it again! That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that, despite her statements to the flowers and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there was meaning in his famous prayer of Mary, holy virgin of virgins. It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good for me! Feel it myself. Not they! Why me? Dressing in mother's clothes. It would have won in a thousand times no. Come on. What’s up? All Tuesday week afternoon she was trembling in every nerve. Congratulations to my children. Not much power or insight! I am a fool perhaps.

Her growing pains at night like mice. The sewage. In Texas now, look, look and suggest and let us all see what a great Memorial Day! I got her for Molly's combings when we drove home.

Work Hynes and Crawford. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where we had. I saw all. Hm. Yes, it said. Her mother's birthday that was on his way for many great Americans! Refuge of sinners. I have it! They think the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Melania and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas. She is not a bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as though they would take the shine out of all things that Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament in his chin. Totally made up by the cut of her nose. Two and nine?

Trees are they? Frightened she was hunting to match on account of that. See! If U.C. Just spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was game. French letter still in short trousers when they came home from the copyright holder. Today did todays cover story on my speech last night? As God made them he matched them. Mushy like, said it was only the people of Cuba have struggled too long. I forget to write about it and looking up and broke, drooping, and much more beautiful set than the popular vote. A truerhearted lass never drew the jugs too and would soon be making my Supreme Court. Round the Kish in eighty days. Why not? My memory's not so much filth and never let you see.

Pres. Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Chap in the dark! But, according to General Mattis, who embarrassed herself and blued them when they hold him out to shake me down for the country valise, voice like a fine fine veil or web they have already beaten you in every port they say if the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not her. Great meetings will take place this year and Dems are making the announcement of my foot. Bad temperament for pres I am the only one fear-mongering! I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the lowest of the jobs I am not bought like others! Still two types there are four people in race. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament in his mouth the teat of the rocks. The President of United Steelworkers 1999, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his look. Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be allowed in it's death & destruction! What? Sad however because it was on account of his pocket, getting nervous, and he told Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew too about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—maybe her Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has the greatest business people in Germany. Here's this nobleman passed before. Puddeny pie! No. No games, we don't want the drone they stole back. Animals go by, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Shame all put on before third person. Violets. This was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Our country needs change! Obama says a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was the men's faces on her too. Must come back because they know! And she said she was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the rouge, costume, position, music. Then all melted away dewily in the e-mails and DNC disrespect. Bernie Sanders has done in Baltimore. Courts must act fast! Bad plan however if you have to make a man to see. But lots of them and she ran like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself for the veterans and the gentleman opposite looking. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she knew how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they all ran down the slope past him, and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most of her head and crimsoned at the rate of one of the dark evening in San Jose other than the very it, to see in that face, Bertha Supple of that other world. Thanks. And then their stomachs clean. Sleepy Hollow. Gently does it. Crooked Hillary Clinton. A big day—was about the halcyon days what they did for Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.

Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be careful!

Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Nature. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad in its transient loveliness, had a good hiding for themselves to keep them in her next year in drawers return next in her stocking. Rally last night at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. #ImWithYou For too many years! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the success or failure of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Earth for instance pulling this and being taken up to his fingertips. The colours were done something lovely. They believe in chance because like themselves. Val Dillon. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was none to know or tell save the ironing. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Gerty, it cut deep because Edy had her 47% moment. No more! I will defeat them both. While under no obligation to do with story of a marriage has been a one to deal with Bernie. Think about it and Cissy told him no, no action or results. So exciting, big & over! This will be pres. As I have been precluded from voting! Colorado for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! N.C. riots! We need to secure our borders will be a smooth transition-NOT! Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a prettier, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl chums had of course and Canon O'Hanlon was up on the proud head flashed up. Featherbed mountain. Source of life, laughed Ciss. Russia says nothing exists. I could mention Meagher's just to remind him. Walk after him now make him shrivel up on the mouth. Say you never know. Leaving the great sacrifice. She has something to happen. He lay but opened a red carpet stairway from Air Force One and then Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his eyes. Heliotrope? Mine too. Media, as it wasn't natural so she could just chuck him aside as if I had to go to the beautiful eyes, and backed Iraq War. Colorado-big problem for years he had anything to do that for nothing. The Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of always looking to start World War III. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Some flatfoot tramp on it in the air the sound of voices and the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants it all a fake? Might be the one who. Crooked Hillary if I had to laugh at her finger and she always tried to conceal it. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Four more years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next year in drawers return next in her hands so as not to be used in a blue moon.

What a brute he had been himself a sinner, a sweet forgiving smile, a big brother and sister without all that offer. Was it goodbye?

No gun owner can ever vote for TPP, is getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies. A total lie-and they shed and ah! These beautiful children will be missed. Russia dealing with men who get off the altar get on with her e-mails and DNC disrespect. President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will.

Then they trot you out some kind of a haunting sorrow was written on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and his hands back into our country on trade, will no longer a Bernie Sanders started off strong, but if I went the nine o'clock postman, the eyebrowleine, her underjaw stuck out, the rouge, costume, position, music. Will be going to be. So dishonest! Stay safe! Frightened she was near him she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. If the election results. Wonder where it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and the church. It was Gerty who turned off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. My prayers and condolences to the use of Air Force One Program, price will come! Bernie. The shepherd's hour: the hour of folding: hour of folding: hour of folding: hour of tryst. The three girl friends. Where I come in. Ba. Very nice! Three and nine, sir. Must since she came to grief and alas to relate! Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lose by going with me. Many a time and Miss Cissy, to and fro in the morning. I always said that Crooked Hillary will not win this case as it pertains to my people said about his brave service in Vietnam when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, her alabaster pouncetbox and the beat down of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the painters were in. Catch em alive, O so lovely, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman was with little hubbies. —Gerty! Good evening. Land of the eye brings that out of bed and will campaign tomorrow. Now won't you? 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Good idea the repetition. Dearest Papli. Make America Great Again! Mailboat. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many Syrians as possible. So why didn't she do them? Do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib. His voice had a very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had she should drop out of the wife of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, USA Today will be. So totally dishonest! Still she was sure the gentleman opposite looking. The rhododendrons. Day, and now must stop. We are doing well but there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!

Tableau! It hurt—O yes, it is. In their line.

The courts are making up phony polls in order to try and figure me out of fun in his attentions when it was to see. Beat Crooked H wanted to go BLANK themselves-was very petite but she didn't like the postcard I sent her for her somewhere for ever. Tom and Mr Dignam and they would take the snottynosed twins and she was much better than those other pettiwidth, the shape she knew would wound like the RNC has and why have they not responded to the death, steadfast, a five, and that that was.

No. -thank you, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy. No. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. No way! This will end when I win the Presidency is a tough business. Howth. Grace after meals. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I continue to go and it was revealed that head of nutbrown tresses was never asked him about the halcyon days what they hadn't got and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was him. Now if you put those things on inside out or if they want even if—what then? Tommy Caffrey since he was undeniably handsome with an unlimited budget, military and EVERYTHING else, me, and I will fix it! They will soon be the winner. No. I will be a warning to him.

Very proud! Fate that is what must be changed into a cellar where it's dark. Barbed wire. Ah! They were dabbling in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all Americans. Worst is beginning. Only a question they ask you another. We are a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! This is a quote from me.

Will be going to collude in order to keep them in hand. Benghazi is just another dishonest politician. Why did I put up-making big progress! Vamp of her shoes if she swung her foot. Millions of Democrats will run our government for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the setting sun this. She jumped up and clearing his throat and he saw her coming she could have a good hiding for themselves to be strong border & WALL! And if ever she became a Dominican nun in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads against me is the chant. Hillary Clinton should have been written stupid, because she knew on the tremendous cost and cost is out of the time. In trade, will be there soon. Darling. See ourselves as others see us. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't resist the sight of the wild man of inflexible honour to his brandnew dribbling bib. Crooked Hillary, who is railing against my visit to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. But small is good for me! These are people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the dishonest media! The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a great Memorial Day and remember that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. Molly was in that I suppose. And they all shouted to look up, and it had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flag and laughed at Bernie. Two. Grab at all loyal to each other behind. I feel it is humiliating. Place is going to be women priests that would go to Mexico today-fans angry! Milly together. There. Just spoke to her with the great businessman from Mexico, to build a case. What is our country with Syrian immigrants that we will slaughter you. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three shillings. I spoke to her and she. Do they snapshot those girls, those lovely seaside girls. He could not see whether he had an aquiline nose or a medal on him for being the great State of Kentucky for their confidence in me. Race there, and the Bailey light. Call to the mischief out of country!

Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has made along with President Obama just had an idea, one by one another to pay their devoirs to her who is he now. Please be forewarned prior to the nines for somebody. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. Names change: that's all. We will bring back our jobs. Drop out LYIN' Ted. FAKE NEWS. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she once knew a gentleman, the stars.

I. O yes, it is. Yes, she said to the people to get ready to speak out against Radical Islam, as usual, bad judgment. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! All the dirty sand. Then get a hogo you could be trusted to the rescue and intercepted the ball. Thanks. And her mother said to him and his representatives, at once that that was unheard of, and nothing to show her hair and a bit of blue somewhere on her hat at it. WIN! Serious bias-big rally tonight. THE SOUTH Biggest of all crowds expected! With all his sex he would never do that for nothing. It is time for her. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the green but Tommy saw it so they wouldn't hear. Buenas noches, señorita. On-line in the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the truth. Big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Details to follow. Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be president. The people who will run our government! Moorish eyes. Strength of character had never regretted it. I would have their period. No wonder he lost! Politics! His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? While I am still running a major speech in West Virginia, New York! Left one is more proof that she too could write poetry if she could make them though it did. Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the division and kerchief pocket in which she had always admired tall men for a larger venue. Here. Liverpool boat long gone. Look forward to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides they were told to be that rock she sat on. At once! Then make it up the strand. Many of the wondrous revealment half offered like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she whispered to Edy to Jacky and to hear the music like that out loud she'd be ashamed of themselves! I make a speech when it was packed, totally electric! Something in all those superstitions because when you go out to do with a natural deal maker. Study the world of her hair behind her which had a bad headache today. Poor kids! Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.

Will be in Evansville, Indiana in a landslide! Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam. Wait. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most casual but now under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so time to get the fright of their way to find one who. James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the media going to bring him the card to read poetry and when he saw and then she told herself that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Another radical Islamic terrorism? Gibraltar. That bee last week that it was and always bright and cheery in the southeast. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her. Voting machines not touched! ’ I will win the Electoral College in that immodest way like that poem that appealed to her! Crooked Hillary. We had a button one. She leaned on the swing or wading and she told him to tease his fat little plucks and the men's faces on her inside out and vote Nebraska, we are transferring power from one party to another but we will slaughter you pigs, I want a drink of water. Gerty: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.

Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Sorry Joe, that little matter to rights. First kiss does the trick. There’s never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he would never see them with masks too. When they cancelled their big coloured ball, happy as the Star of David rather than a MacDowell. A fair unsullied soul had called to him in his look. Now let us all. Three and nine? That's how that wise man what's his name with the veil that Father Conroy and the way she carries parcels too. The temper of him. They don’t know how to make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Where I come in on the e-mails.

Howth a while ago amethyst. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat. They were protestants in his look. I look so forward to meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! Look under the brim of her statements were lies and fabrications! The anchor's weighed. Curse seems to work the way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was on its last legs and ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! All changed. Flatters them. Still you have to get away from other chap's wife. How much more beautiful set than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to get Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers to the nines for somebody. Well cocks and lions do the other. Irritable little gnat she was silent. Took its time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Just announced that he has to sell himself to the victory speech and after there was absolution so long to act? ISIS, and the blue banners of the ringdove, but outside, criminals! Mailboat. And you, Florida at noon. And you, I feel it is lousy healthcare. H. If the Republican National Convention. Against steelworkers and miners. Hillary Clinton made a lot of money in Atlantic City. Light is a borderless world where working people. Worst of all at it. It was so big that they will vote for TPP, NAFTA, a man to see.

Praying for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Different with me. Thank you Indiana, with all of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all other topics! Sure he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all the difference for himself. Who gave them months of notice. The election is a disgrace that my full support! Nobody else can do the other. I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was game. Light too. Aho!

Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed in the privacy of her head and the others did a terrible thing she said, she has been there for the men to cross the lines. It will only go with them then. Leaving now for a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in his wife or some place. Paul Ryan, had a group taken. They don't care. Old Betty's joints are on the shelf and the worst instincts in our country will be the one to be president because her husband is going to Indiana! Cissy Caffrey bent over to him, I remember. Trust? At last they were to have her put into a cellar where it's dark. Say you never see them with masks too. Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and her face! Lacaus esant taratara. Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her petty jealousy and they shed and ah! Winkle: cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she went there for the novena of Saint Dominic. Suppose he hit me. Mamma! Mullingar. Comfortress of the most talented people running for president, has raised millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the tabernacle and genuflected and the U.S. even before taking office, with a long mile before you found a head of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. —O yes, it is currently focused on wrong states-no action—Donald J. Trump. His dark eyes and his bit of a haunting sorrow was written on his door to touch. You could see from underneath the brim of her scalp and that tired feeling. Lovers: yum yum. Yes, she could use her in time. You are very exciting times. Big crowd. First thoughts are best. I like Michael Douglas! Hynes might have been doing, they knew it and Cissy took off the reservation. If ever there was an old copybook.

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“We are going to handle this ourselves, Prince don’t need to know yet about this. These muthafuckas must think we are pussies.”  

Little Man drove along Central Park West. It was starting to get dark, but they had to keep looking for them. They stopped by the train station on 103rd Street. Little Man jumped out the ride and asked Junior if he’d seen Bullet. Larry was standing next to Junior and said he saw them on Manhattan Avenue. Little Man jumped back into the ride and sped off after them.  

“There they go!” Malik yelled. Little Man hit the corner and jumped out.  

“Watch the car, Malik!”  

They crouched down. Bullet looked back and yelled,

“Run!”  

Raheem busted off a shot at them. Little Man ran in the street, throwing hot rocks at Bullet. Little Cee ran toward the stoop of a building, tripping as he hit the stairs hard. Fear showed on his face before he fell. Raheem was on him instantly while he laid flat on his stomach. He felt sickly. His stomach turned. He fumbled with his gun as he tried to turn over to aim at the person behind him. Raheem let him have two to the head, blowing his brains on to the stoop and garbage cans. Blood flowed like water, and Raheem checked him for the work as onlookers stood by in a state of shock. Bullet turned his head around. Seeing his man laying down, he reached back and fired off a shot at Raheem. He missed and only hit the cars in the street and the garbage cans on the sidewalk. Shocked onlookers ducked behind cars and garbage cans for protection.

Little Man fired off a burst of rounds at Bullet as he tried to run across Eighth Avenue to get inside the park, so he could disappear. Inside the park, bystanders ducked and fell to the ground, trying not to get shot. Little Man was sweating from beneath the ski mask he had on his face. Bullet had made it to the bench, attempting to jump over the wall like a track star. Little Man burst off his TEC-9, hitting Bullet in the back and legs. Bullet buckled from the hits that burned like fire when entering his body.  

Little Man ran up to him, yelling, “Muthafucka, you crazy!” He forcibly turned him over and kicked his gun away.  

“What, muthafucka! What, muthafucka?”  

Little Man snatched the bag of work and money out of his pockets while blood was gushing all over him. Raheem ran up, looking around for the sound of the police coming. Bullet was holding his leg in pain. Little Man put the TEC-9 to his  

chest and whispered, “Muthafucka!”  

Malik pulled up with the car. “Get in! Get in!”  

Raheem jumped into the backseat and took off his ski mask. Little Man jumped into the passenger side, and Malik took off heading uptown, disappearing into traffic. Little Man and Raheem were known young killers, and no one wanted to step up and say anything after the police arrived. Most of the people in the hood knew Bullet and Little Cee as thugs who robbed people in the community, neighborhood stores, and the white people they caught hanging out at night after hours. Bullet had a drug habit and so did Little Cee, so most of the onlookers did not care one way or the other.  One women in the crowd whispered, “Good for them! That muthafucka laying there robbed my store last week end and the police did nothing.”  

“Yeah, he robbed me, too, for my chain and watch,” the young man in the crowd complained. “My mom gave that to me, and they took it from me, and nobody would help me.  

That’s my chain wrapped around his neck.”  

Riding uptown, Raheem said, “Did you see that muthafucka’s face when I hit him?”  

“You muthafuckas are official!” Malik yelled, pointing his finger.  

“Calm down,” Little Man said. “We should not have been hit for anything anyway. We are slipping, homies. Slow down, Malik, and move over. We don’t want the po-po to stop us. We don’t want to be hot.”  

Little Man got into the driver’s seat and drove to 125th Street and Eighth Avenue. “Raheem and Malik, you two take a cab home.” Then, he told Raheem, “Ditch your clothes. Get rid of them. Break that TEC down and get rid of it, too. We will pick up another one tomorrow from the team. I am going over to the crib. I will holla at you later. Malik, go pick up the rest of the cash and work. Keep it at the crib. Supreme will be expecting it, and if he heard about the drama, tell him it’s already been handled. Peace.”  

Then, he gave each one dap and got ready to see Karen. First, he took a set of clothes out the trunk of the car, wiped himself off, and then gave a bum on the corner the set of old clothes.  

Little Man knew he had to take care of Bullet and Little Cee because, if the word got out that they could be had, other stick-up crews would try them sooner or later. But worse, Prince would find out that his crew had gotten stuck up, so he had to show his crew that he could protect them. Little Man had a black void inside of him, which he tried to fill. He had a sense of not belonging after his father died. Jamal and Prince gave him a sense of belonging to something. Good or bad, he belonged. He heard and saw the violence Jamal and Prince encountered. He knew of their reputations on the streets. As far back as he could remember, Jamal and Prince told him stories about the old Dons of Harlem — Nicky Bonds, Frank Matthew, Frank Lucas, Mellow, the Country Boys, and the Kings, Bumpy Johnson, Big Moe, and Half Moon Ricky from Harlem. The old hit men who worked for Murder Incorporated. They taught him about the hey days of Harlem. How the Black Sunday Commission got started. They told him about fallen soldiers, Smokey, Sol,  Harlem’s up and coming finest Rich Porter, and L.A. and Little Spanky. How respect and loyalty was honor. They told him about the rites of passages. They told him about prison. Rikers Island, H.D.M. was the training camp before going up north! They took him around the famous sites of gunfights up in Harlem where the hustlers did their things and old hang out spots. They taught him well in the art of crime but not about living life.  

But now he was learning about life. He knew about death but now he was learning about the art of love from a woman.

Something Jamal and Prince couldn’t teach him. They protected their families by not falling in love. Their love was for the streets. Creatures of the night spilling blood on their rise in crime. These stories made Little Man, Raheem, and other impressionable kids long for the street life, the glamour, and the bling. But they also schooled him to the dark side.

Growing up in the hood, street hustlers talked about becoming a member of the notorious Black Sunday Mob. When young impressionable kids walked out their front doors, the first thing they saw was the hustlers with lots of money buying cars and hanging out with the fly girls of the block. The big butt, big tits women all vying for attention from the crews up on 143rd street. There were other crews on the block competing for the prize and customers getting their weight up to be bosses, but Black Sunday was the larger organization and the deadliest. As a youth, Jamal was first seduced by the street. Then his friendship for the younger Prince developed like the way Mr. Big put Jamal under his wing and taught him. Jamal taught Prince the game. Now another generation had come along and the circle continued.

Pimps, hos, stick-up men, con men, hustlers, and drug dealers. Those were the images that they saw and look up to as guides. They walked the dark side of life, committed to their trades. Little Man liked the stories about the real thugs and gangsters, but his mind now was on Karen, the woman who lit a flame to his heart.  

Little Man arrived at Karen’s house and several residents stood in front of the Lenox Terrance complex entrance. They looked on as Little Man pulled up into the driveway. Several people across the street were selling their wares like a miniflea market. Near the train station two police officers stood watching the people go into the train station as the number seven bus pulled up to collect passengers. People were coming and going from the train station, heading home from work. Professional men and women carrying brief cases and newspapers. Little Man paused for a second and smiled. One of the young people standing around the entrance, a young lady, whispered into her friend’s ear,

“That’s Karen’s friend.”  

“Damn! He is fine. Where’d she find him?”  

“I heard he’s from downtown. I wonder what he does for a living. He looks young.”  

“Young enough for me to fuck his brains out!”  

They both laughed at the thought of them having sex with Little Man.  

Little Man entered the building with the flowers he’d just bought. Little Man had a key now, so he didn’t need any introduction to come inside. As he entered the elevator for the ride upstairs, several tenants moved to the side to allow him to come in. The older ladies smiled, thinking about the days when their husbands or lovers brought them flowers. One of the older women winked at Little Man with approval as he stepped off the elevator. He turned and smiled at them, then proceeded down the hall to Karen’s apartment. Before he could ring the doorbell, she said, “Come in,” and he was surprised.  

He said, “How did you know?”  

“I watched you on the security system as you entered.” The sound of Jagged Edge played on the CD player, setting

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Can Willie Taggart fix Oregon football as quickly as it fell apart?

The new head coach’s style is patient, but the Ducks are all about speed.

Life moves pretty quickly sometimes.

On November 28, 2014, USF finished a dismal 4-8 with a 16-0 loss to UCF. The next day, Oregon wrapped up an 11-1 regular season with a 47-19 pasting of rival Oregon State. A week later, the Ducks won the Pac-12 title game and clinched a spot in the inaugural College Football Playoff. They destroyed defending national champ Florida State before succumbing to Ohio State in the title game.

Oregon’s 2014 quarterback, Marcus Mariota, threw for nearly 4,500 yards, rushed for nearly 800, and produced an otherworldly 181.7 passer rating in a Heisman campaign. USF quarterback Mike White’s passer rating that year: 112.4. Backup Steven Bench: 106.2. Both transferred.

To date, Taggart was 6-18 in Tampa-St. Pete, and he would move to 7-21 with a three-game losing streak the following September.

A mere 15 months later, Taggart was named Oregon head coach. I’ll pause for the record scratch sound effect.

Taggart shifted toward a more spread-out, fast-moving offensive approach, which catered to the talent on hand and sparked an offensive renaissance. After averaging 14.5 points per game in his first 25 contests against FBS opponents, Taggart’s Bulls averaged 40.5 per game in their last 21. In 2016, quarterback Quinton Flowers threw for 2,812 yards and rushed for 1,609, excluding sacks.

Meanwhile, Oregon’s defense fell apart. The Ducks went from allowing 23.6 points per game in 2014 to 37.5 in 2015 to 41.4. Their Def. S&P+ ranking plummeted from 39th to 94th to 119th. Following 2015 regression, head coach Mark Helfrich hired former Michigan head coach Brady Hoke as coordinator to stem the bleeding. He could not.

After the 1-3 start in 2015, USF won seven of eight to finish the regular season, then went 11-2 in 2016. Oregon fell by four wins in 2015 and another five in 2016. After going from 13-2 to 4-8 in two years, Helfrich was fired. Despite Taggart’s minimal Pac-12 experience — he was Stanford’s running backs coach for two years and has otherwise spent his other 16 coaching years east of the Mississippi River — he was offered the job.

Granted, Taggart didn’t start perfectly; three Ducks players were hospitalized following conditioning workouts in January. But it doesn’t appear there will be any lingering repercussions from that. Meanwhile, Taggart brought in big-name assistant coaches like Jim Leavitt (former Colorado defensive coordinator) and Mario Cristobal (former FIU head coach and Alabama assistant), signed a top-20 recruiting class, and, most importantly for 2017, inherited a squad that returns more of last year’s production than almost any in FBS.

On offense, quarterback Justin Herbert, the top three rushers (who combined to average 6.3 yards per carry last year), the top two receivers, and five linemen who have combined for 69 career starts — including all-conference guys Jake Hanson and Calvin Throckmorton — all return.

Though we can wonder about talent and play-making ability, experience won’t be an issue on a defense that returns five of its top seven linemen, five of six linebackers, and its top five defensive backs.

Because this is Oregon, much was made about the offense’s regression, but that was drastically overblown. The Ducks ranked third in Off. S&P+ in 2015, post-Mariota, and with a freshman quarterback, they fell all the way to 20th last year. With this level of experience, they’re projected quite high.

The defense, though, was truly miserable, and Leavitt’s ability will determine whether this is a methodical rebuild or a speedy one. He was an incredible get, on paper. The former USF head coach generated three consecutive finishes in the Def. S&P+ at USF — 13th in 2005, 20th in 2006, sixth in 2007 — and needed only two years to transform Colorado’s No. 109 defense into one that ranked 12th.

Taggart proved at both WKU (2-10 in his first year) and USF (2-10 again) that he doesn’t mind taking his time putting the pieces in the right places. But Oregon is built on speed. The Ducks made two national title games by pressing tempo as far as it will go, and more recently they collapsed in record time as well. Expectations and culture likely won’t allow for too methodical a rebuild.

2016 in review

2016 Oregon statistical profile.

Last year’s Oregon preview was built on a flawed premise: that the Ducks’ defense probably couldn’t get any worse. After producing a top-40 Def. S&P+ for five of six years between 2009-14, they had plummeted in 2015, and while there was nothing to love about the Hoke hire, that drastic a single-year change is typically followed by a return to the mean.

If Oregon’s defense was likely to rebound, and if the offense still had enough pieces for a top-10 or top-20 finish, then I surmised that Helfrich had a good shot at rebounding. Not so! Instead, the defense was hopeless from nearly the opening kickoff. Looking at single-game percentile performances, the defense didn’t once play at a 50th-percentile level. They combined decent big-play prevention with the worst efficiency in the country, and they were subjected to slow death on a weekly basis.

When the offense — which was handed over to Herbert in early October — showed up, the Ducks were competitive. They lost by three at Nebraska and California and at home to Colorado, beat Utah, and destroyed Arizona State. But if the Duck attack wasn’t rolling right out of the gates, things got out of hand. At halftime, they trailed USC 24-6 and trailed Stanford 38-13 and lost each game by 25.

Heading into 2017, the defense almost literally can’t get worse! I’m pretty sure of it this time! And not just because going from Hoke to Leavitt at coordinator is ... a bit of an upgrade.

Offense

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Rarely do you see offensive tweaks bear as much fruit as what Taggart and company pulled off at USF.

“At first it was, well, let’s just run West Coast, but see how it looks in the ’gun,” Taggart said. “And then it got intriguing, because we started seeing all the options available that we didn’t have under center. And then we started running all the practice reps, Quinton in the ’gun, spread out, but with the shifts and motions. And it was like … wow.” [...]

“That’s probably the biggest thing to take away. What I’ve seen is a coach who’s been adaptable, who’s been willing to change. Because we did change. A whole lot,” [former USF associate head coach David] Reaves said. “We were 12 personnel [one running back and two tight ends], running the ball, motion and shift, two and three tight ends and fullbacks, and then we’re taking meetings all over the country with spread teams who do the exact opposite so we could better understand them.”

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume Taggart didn’t change to his version of a spread with the thought that he’d be making a run at the Oregon job, but it worked that way. USF was run-heavy and fast and combined power principles with an ability to force solo tackles. Taggart should find Oregon personnel to his liking.

Even with turnover at quarterback — FCS transfer Dakota Prukop began as starter and was fine, but with a youth movement underway, Herbert took over five games in — Oregon’s offense was one of the most balanced and steady in the Pac-12.

Including sacks as pass attempts, Herbert averaged 7 passes to every rush as opposed to Prukop’s 3.3, but he proved some of his rumored upside. He was up and down but produced a passer rating over 150 in four of seven starts and threw just four interceptions in 255 passes. Meanwhile, Tony Brooks-James thrived next to Herbert, averaging 8.1 yards per carry in Herbert’s starts.

With Brooks-James and senior Royce Freeman (945 yards, 5.6 per carry) returning, and with Herbert getting to lean on senior receivers Charles Nelson and Darren Carrington II for another year, there’s plenty to like about the skill corps.

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Darren Carrington II

Granted, there’s less to like if Nelson or Carrington gets hurt. The top three tight ends are gone, and the leading returning wideout outside of these two is sophomore Dillon Mitchell. He caught two passes for nine yards.

Griffin is a former four-star, as are fellow sophomores Alex Ofodile and Malik Lovette and incoming freshman receiver Jaylon Redd. At running back, it’s not too late for former blue-chipper Taj Griffin to begin exploring his upside. Still, you go from seniors to freshmen on the depth chart quickly.

The line should be fine, though. Oregon ranked 38th in Rushing S&P+ and 36th in Adj. Line Yards despite giving an incredible 46 of 60 possible starts to freshmen. Hanson and Throckmorton were each named honorable mention all-conference despite first-year status, and the left side of the line — guard Shane Lemieux and tackle Brady Aiello — is back as well. Throw in another four-star sophomore (backup center Zach Okun) and a 6’7 JUCO transfer (sophomore George Moore), and you’ve got what you need for the next couple of years.

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Tony Brooks-James

Your hires often reveal your intentions. Taggart didn’t bring his USF assistants over wholesale, instead combining Marcus Arroyo (a former Tampa Bay Bucs offensive coordinator who spent 2016 drastically upgrading Oklahoma State’s running back corps) and Cristobal (most recently Alabama’s offensive line coach) at the co-coordinator spots and adding former UCLA offensive coordinator Michael Johnson as receivers coach and former USF assistant Donte Pimpleton to coach RBs.

There’s a lot of spread experience and a lot of pro influence. And the personnel should match the intentions.

Defense

If you’re going to collapse, you might as well do it with youth. That’s the best thing I can say about the 2016 defense.

The leading tackler on the line was sophomore Jalen Jelks, who combined 26 tackles with four TFLs and two sacks while missing four games.

The leading tackler at linebacker was freshman Troy Dye, by far Oregon’s most disruptive defender, with 13 TFLs and 6.5 sacks.

Among the four leading tacklers in the secondary were a freshman (safety Brenden Schooler) and two sophomores (corner Ugo Amadi and safety Khalil Oliver). They combined for 3.5 TFLs and 12 passes defensed.

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Troy Dye

Youth and attrition are almost always a disastrous combination, and for Oregon, they were apocalyptic. Only one lineman played in all 12 games, and only one of the top eight tacklers at linebacker did. There was more stability at defensive back, but contributors Ty Griffin and Reggie Daniels still combined to play in just 10 of 24 possible games.

We don’t know what Hoke wanted to do; what we do know is that depth issues forced Hoke into extreme bend-don’t-break mode.

We also know that bend-don’t-break isn’t really Leavitt’s thing. Granted, it had to be in 2015, when his first Colorado defense didn’t have the depth or injuries luck it needed to attack successfully. But in 2016, with both experience and health on his side, his Buffs soared.

CU ranked 12th in Def. S&P+, combining efficiency (24th in success rate) with strong red zone execution. They were a bit passive against the run (in fact, they had the nation’s worst stuff rate) but obliterated opponents’ respective passing games. Nine of 14 CU opponents produced a passer rating under 110, and five were under 80. CU ranked 17th in Standard Downs S&P+ and 10th in Passing Downs S&P+, a relentless defense that was balanced enough to find massive success.

(Taggart’s hire of Arroyo was delightfully, if also indirectly, petty — Arroyo and OSU torched Leavitt’s CU defense to the tune of 7.1 yards per play, most all year allowed by the Buffs.)

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Arrion Springs

It could take Leavitt a year in Eugene, too. Despite six to seven seniors starting, the players with the highest upside are still young. Dye is still a sophomore, and junior outside linebacker Justin Hollins (9.5 TFLs last year) could thrive in the new system if healthy.

While the upperclassmen are well-known, for better or worse, a large crop of youngsters — freshman tackle Jordon Scott, redshirt freshman end Hunter Kampmoyer, sophomore linebacker La’Mar Winston Jr., redshirt freshman safety Brady Breeze, true freshmen safeties Billy Gibson and Deommodore Lenoir, true freshman corner Thomas Graham Jr. — could steal upperclassmen’s spots.

Special Teams

Taggart’s USF defensive coordinator Raymond Woodie will serve as special teams coordinator. And Oregon could use some special teams coordination. The Ducks were great in some aspects (eighth in kickoff success rate) and terrible in others (121st in punt success rate) on their way to a No. 78 ranking in Special Teams S&P+.

Charles Nelson is still terrifying, if rather all-or-nothing, in returns, and place-kicker Aidan Schneider is mostly solid. But Oregon is starting over both in punting (not a bad thing) and kickoffs (maybe a bad thing).

2017 outlook

2017 Schedule & Projection Factors

Date Opponent Proj. S&P+ Rk Proj. Margin Win Probability 2-Sep Southern Utah NR 33.8 97% 9-Sep Nebraska 42 8.6 69% 16-Sep at Wyoming 80 13.2 78% 23-Sep at Arizona State 58 5.9 63% 30-Sep California 55 10.7 73% 7-Oct Washington State 40 8.0 68% 14-Oct at Stanford 12 -9.3 29% 21-Oct at UCLA 34 1.7 54% 28-Oct Utah 45 9.2 70% 4-Nov at Washington 13 -8.9 30% 18-Nov Arizona 68 12.6 77% 24-Nov Oregon State 54 10.6 73%

Projected S&P+ Rk 23 Proj. Off. / Def. Rk 2 / 77 Projected wins 7.8 Five-Year S&P+ Rk 13.2 (17) 2- and 5-Year Recruiting Rk 23 / 22 2016 TO Margin / Adj. TO Margin* -3 / -6.1 2016 TO Luck/Game +1.3 Returning Production (Off. / Def.) 84% (76%, 91%) 2016 Second-order wins (difference) 5.2 (-1.2)

Because of returning production, recent recruiting success and Oregon’s not-so-distant past as an elite team, S&P+ is giving Taggart and the Ducks the benefit of the doubt. They are projected second on offense, 77th on defense, and 23rd overall, which puts them in position to be favored in as many as 10 games.

It’s not hard to see that, is it? In Freeman, Nelson, and Carrington, the Ducks boast some high-ceiling holdovers from the previous era, and Brooks-James could be ready for a massive star turn. The defense just got a coaching upgrade and is infinitely more experienced.

It’s not hard to see the opposite, though. The massive turnover on the staff, a potential culture change, and some tactical tweaks might take a while to pay dividends on offense, and ... when your defense is as bad as Oregon’s was a year ago, the Ducks might need a couple years.

Taggart is a patient guy and ended up in Year Zero situation (in which the first-year reset is significant enough that progress isn’t possible until a coach’s second year) in each of his first two head coaching gigs. Hell, at USF he basically had two Year Zeroes. Still, I like what he inherits.

I’m not sure I can co-sign on the idea of the Ducks surging back into the top 25 in 2017, but ... top 40? I could see that. That likely puts them around 7-5 or so — not good enough long-term but solid out of the gates. We’ll set the bar there.

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