#mine: the beaker girls

[felicitykings]

And finally, a very old story got a brand new chapter.

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Paring:Yang Jeongin × Reader

Genre:fluff,angst(just a tiny bit)

Warnings:fighting

Spider Kids

Something sweet before It gets angsty again ~

"Jeongin, you'll be partnered with Y/n," Ms. Jung declared, her voice booming across the classroom.

Jeongin's heart lurched. Y/n, the brilliant girl who seemed to exist on a different academic plane altogether? He stole a glance, catching her surprised gaze before she quickly returned to her meticulously highlighted notes.

The initial awkwardness was palpable. Summoning his courage, Jeongin mumbled a hesitant hello. Y/n offered a shy smile in return, her usual focus on academics momentarily broken. They settled on bioluminescence, a topic Y/n suggested with a shy smile. As they delved into research, a hesitant camaraderie blossomed.

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One afternoon, hunched over laptops at the library, Jeongin blurted out, "You know, Spiderman uses bioluminescent material in his suit to blend in with the shadows."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I never thought about that!" A spark ignited, and for the next hour, they weren't just classmates, they were co-conspirators, weaving science and fiction into a captivating presentation.

Weeks leading to the science fair flew by in a flurry of activity. Their project evolved into a dazzling display of glowing concoctions bubbling away in beakers and informative posters that showcased bioluminescence in nature and its potential applications. But the real magic happened during their presentation. Jeongin, usually tongue-tied, spoke with newfound confidence, his enthusiasm infectious. Y/n, at his side, chimed in with insightful details, her voice brimming with a shared passion.

They didn't just win first place; they won the respect and admiration of their classmates. As they packed up their project later, a comfortable silence hung between them. "Hey," Jeongin stammered, "maybe we could hang out sometime, outside of school?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "I'd like that," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

The weight of her backpack seemed to lessen as Y/n spotted Jeongin by the school gates the following afternoon. A nervous thrill danced in her stomach, a new sensation when it came to him. This wasn't just about dissecting the science fair aftermath; it was about exploring a newfound connection.

They walked side-by-side, replaying the highlights of the day. The golden light of the setting sun painted the world in warm hues as they found a quiet corner in the park. Jeongin pulled out a notebook, causing Y/n's heart to do a little skip.

"I was thinking about our project," he began, a hint of shyness tinging his voice.

"Me too," she admitted, excitement bubbling within her. "There's so much more to explore. Perhaps other bioluminescent organisms?"

His eyes lit up, mirroring her enthusiasm. "That's a great idea! We could even try creating a prototype for… hmm, maybe a self-illuminating bike path?"

Hours melted away as they delved into a whirlwind of ideas. They sketched diagrams, debated possibilities, and bounced thoughts off each other like fireflies flitting through the gathering dusk. The science project, a forced partnership at first, had blossomed into something more – a shared passion for science that crackled with intellectual curiosity.

As the stars began to pepper the darkening sky, reality intruded. "We should probably head home," Y/n said with a reluctant sigh.

Jeongin nodded, a similar sentiment etched on his face. "But hey," he added, a playful glint in his eyes, "who says the brainstorming has to stop here?"

Y/n's heart did a little flip. "Right," she managed, a smile blooming on her face. "Your place or mine?"

"My place," he blurted out, then cleared his throat. "If that's alright with you."

The warmth in his voice sent shivers down her spine. "Perfect," she replied, a feeling far stronger than just liking blooming within her.

——

The crisp autumn air swirled fallen leaves around their ankles as Jeongin and Y/n walked home from their usual science hangout. Laughter bubbled between them as they debated about various things.

Suddenly, a guttural roar shattered the peaceful evening. A hulking figure, shrouded in shadow, emerged from a deserted alleyway. Venom, the symbiote-enhanced villain, loomed before them, his glistening black form radiating menace.

Y/n's breath hitched. Fear, icy and sharp, clawed at her throat. Jeongin's face paled, but his stance remained resolute. He knew he had to act fast.

"Y/n, stay behind me!" he commanded, his voice firm despite the tremor within.

Y/n scrambled back, her eyes wide with terror. In a single, practiced motion, Jeongin ripped off his sweatshirt, revealing the now-familiar red and blue suit clinging to his skin. A mask materialized over his face, obscuring his features.

"Venom," Spiderman's voice, distorted by the mask, rang out. "Leave her alone."

Venom chuckled, a grotesque sound that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "Another spider to squish," he snarled, his razor-sharp teeth glinting in the streetlight.

A brutal fight ensued. Venom, fueled by a dark rage, unleashed a barrage of razor-sharp tendrils. Spiderman, nimble and agile, dodged each attack with practiced ease. He countered with precisely placed web shots, attempting to immobilize the monstrous villain.

Y/n watched in stunned silence as the boy she knew as Jeongin, the one who stammered over complex scientific theories and built glowing concoctions, battled a monstrous creature with superhuman speed and agility. A newfound respect, tinged with a sliver of fear, bloomed in her chest.

As the fight raged, Y/n noticed a shift in Venom's movements. The symbiote seemed to be struggling, its black form flickering erratically. It was then she remembered something from their recent bioluminescence research – certain frequencies of light could disrupt some bioluminescent organisms.

"Jeongin!" she yelled, a desperate plea escaping her lips. "Light! You need light!"

Spiderman, momentarily distracted, caught her frantic scream. He glanced at the traffic light above, an idea sparking in his mind. With a well-aimed web shot, he triggered a short circuit, showering the area in a chaotic flicker of red, yellow, and green.

The effect was instantaneous. Venom recoiled, the symbiote writhing in agitation. Disoriented and weakened, the villain stumbled back, a frustrated screech tearing from his throat. Seizing this opportunity, Spiderman launched a final web attack, successfully encasing Venom in a sticky cocoon.

The air crackled with an unsettling silence as the villain struggled, his black form pulsating against the white webbing. Y/n rushed to Jeongin's side, relief washing over her features.

Jeongin, panting and slightly bruised, turned to face her. The mask felt suffocating, the secret it held a heavy burden. Yet, seeing the awe and gratitude in Y/n's eyes, he knew he couldn't keep hiding.

"Y/n..." he began, his voice strained. But before he could confess his dual identity, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The exertion of the fight, coupled with the emotional strain, took its toll. He stumbled, his vision blurring.

Y/n caught him before he could fall. As he looked into her worried eyes, he knew the truth would come out anyway. With a shaky breath, he pulled off the mask, revealing his face etched with exhaustion but resolute.

Y/n stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise, then with a slow dawning realization. Recognition flickered in her gaze, followed by a hesitant smile. "Jeongin?" she breathed.

A wave of relief washed over him. He wasn't sure what he'd expected – fear, anger, even disgust. But instead, he saw acceptance, a spark of something more complex in her eyes.

"It's me," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

A beat of silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant wail of approaching sirens. Then, to his utter astonishment, Y/n burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the deserted street.

"Oh my gosh, Jeongin," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're Spiderman!"

Jeongin stared at her, surprised by her reaction. "You're not mad?"

Y/n shook her head, her eyes sparkling with a newfound respect. "Mad? No way! That was amazing! You saved me!"

Jeongin let out a shaky breath of relief. The relief that washed over Jeongin was so profound it almost knocked him off his feet. Here he was, exposed, vulnerable, and… met with laughter and admiration?

Y/n, still wiping tears from her eyes, reached out and squeezed his hand. "Seriously, Jeongin, that was incredible! The way you moved, the strategy with the lights – you're a genius, even without a lab coat!"

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. "Thanks, Y/n. I… I just wanted to protect you."

Her smile softened. "I know," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "And you did. You're my hero, Jeongin. Spiderman and… just Jeongin."

He couldn't help but grin, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the exertion of the fight. The secret was out, a weight lifted from his shoulders. But more importantly, a deeper connection had formed between them, forged in the crucible of danger and a shared secret.

The wail of approaching sirens grew louder. Y/n glanced down the street, her smile fading slightly. "We should probably get out of here before the police arrive,baby."

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the monster // sam golbach (pt. 3)

A/N: sorry for posting this a bit late, was super tired after work. i know in the past these fics (the monster and the phantom) have been blurbs but this time around i couldn't help myself and made them into an entire fic. hope you enjoy the longer content haha let me know what you think and happy hauntings :)

part 1 | part 2

trigger warning: angst, kidnapping, torture, reader gets tied up, sam dies??, you die??, someone else dies, happy ending

word count: 1588

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The monster and you had grown close over the months that had passed since the incident with the deceased girl.

While the villagers believed he had done it, it turned out the father of the child had drowned her, and out of guilt, came out and told everyone. He was charged and sentenced to death. And since then, no one spoke of the monster. It was believed to have been a mass hysteria around the town, most feeling embarrassed to even speak of such things anymore.

You were fine with this, since now it had made it easier to see him.

You named him Samuel, since you didn’t like calling him monster. He wasn’t one. He was caring, sweet, gentle. The complete opposite of a monster.

A fondness for him grew in your chest day by day. You weren't sure how to express it, but you knew deep within your soul that you loved him, and would go to the ends of the Earth to protect him, to be with him.

But there was a part of himself that he still hid. When you asked who created him, he would grow angry, frightened. He had a limited vocabulary, one that you were trying to help him on, but all he would mumble was “…Father… bad.”

You didn’t push him to speak on it, but you wanted to know. Curiosity was getting the better of you. You prayed for a sign.

One evening, God must have been listening.

The full moon lit your way as you traveled through the forest to Samuel’s cabin. You lost track of how many nights you had done this, so much so you could walk this path blindfolded. But as you grew closer to the cabin you had been to so many times, you noticed no light inside. As you entered the cabin, you studied the interior in shock. It was trashed, things thrown about and smashed like it had been ransacked.

You went back outside, calling for him. Off in the distance, suddenly, a light called to you. As you followed it, you could see the ground had dragged marks, like a body had been pulled through the mud and leaves. You continued for what felt like hours, until a clearing appeared. The clouds rolled in and rain began to pour down.

You had seen the top of this castle before. In the village it had felt so distant you figured it was miles and miles away. But now, as you stood in front of it, it seemed even more intimidating.

You rushed inside, finding the door to the castle unlatched. It was warm inside, which felt amazing on your cool skin. Thunder and lightning clashed overhead, shaking everything around you. You jumped at the loud boom.

Walking further in, the castle seemed old and decrepit. The lit candles on the walls lead a path deeper into the hallowed halls. Soon descending the stairs to a room deep within the castle, the flashes of lightning guided you.

You could hear the voice of a man, speaking incoherently. As you glanced around the room hidden behind an archway, you could see a man in a long white coat stumbling back and forth between papers on his desk, beakers, and then…

“Samuel…” You gasped quietly.

He was strapped down to a table, knocked out cold from the blow to the front of his head.

“What have you done to him?” You cried out, unable to hold back the emotions racing through you.

The madman turned to you, smiling crazily. “Oh, you must be the person he was screaming about. I thought you weren’t real, to be quite honest.”

“Why is he tied up? Let him go!” You yelled.

“I simply cannot do that. This creation of mine must be destroyed and it must happen tonight.” He argued, glancing back down at his papers.

You spun him back to you, glaring deep into his eyes. “He’s done nothing wrong! How dare you try to take his life!”

“I brought him into this world! I made a grave mistake by playing God!” He towered over you as his voice echoed off the walls, mixing with the thunder outside. It sounded closer, booming louder than before. “Man was never supposed to play God the way I have. I will pay for my sins eventually. This is the only way to fix what I’ve done. This monster… this abomination, must be destroyed.”

You flung your arms over Samuel, blocking the madman from him. “I won’t let you hurt him!”

The madman smirked, “Do you honestly think you can stop me?”

He lunged at you, shoving you to the ground. You fought against his hold, punching and slapping at him. He was strong, a lot more than expected, and you fought with everything in you. He lifted you up, forcing you onto a nearby chair. His grip tightened on you as he shoved your hand down on the armrest, strapping you in tightly. You kicked and clawed and screamed, chanting Samuel’s name as loudly as you could. Tears streamed down your face as the madman finished tying you down to the chair. You kept kicking at him, getting in a few blows before you could no longer move. Shaking against your binds, you screamed out Samuel's name one final time.

His eyes opened wide, anger filling them instantly. Samuel thrashed against the chains that held him down, grunting frustrated cries.

"Oh you're awake. How wonderful. Say goodbye to your love, monster." The madman ran to his machine, turning them on loudly as they crashed and banged to life. The thunder and lightening loomed overhead, shaking the castle walls.

Samuel's eyes softened as they stared at you, sadness searing into your soul. Tears blurred your vision as you nodded your head at him, letting him know you knew.

"My sins will be washed! Time to die!" The madman screeched, pulling a lever dramatically. A rod rose into the sky from above the castle, drawing the lightning towards it. He lowered his goggles, covering his eyes as the sky and room grew white. You shut your eyes tightly as you heard the screams of Samuel. You could hear him dying, his body being electrocuted.

It all grew quiet suddenly, the only sounds were the rain hitting the glass roof of the laboratory. You sobbed silently, not wanting to open your eyes in fear of seeing Samuel's lifeless body.

The madman cackled loudly, "A success! Finally, I am free!"

You watched as he skipped over to Samuel's body, glancing over it and taking in the corpse. Silent tears streamed down your face, your head hanging low.

"And now for you... my pretty captive." The madman grabbed your face, looking you over. "What to do with you?"

"You might as well kill me. Because the only one getting out alive is either me or you." You growled.

He hummed lowly, shrugging. "Fine then."

The madman grabbed the metal head strap from around Samuel's corpse, ripping it off and putting it on yours. You accepted this, unwilling to fight anymore now that your love was dead.

Thunder and lightning clashed overhead as the madman snapped the lever again. Electricity shot through your body, setting your being on fire. You screamed out in pain, shaking violently in your chair. It only took moments, which felt like an eternity, until you felt your life drain from you.

You died, your last vision being Samuel's body resting peacefully.

The madman cackled, shutting his machine off. He leaned over Samuel, whispering lowly, "Now, what to do with the body..."

Samuel's hand shot up, gripping the coat of the madman and breaking the chain all at once. His breath hitched as Samuel popped free of the chains as if they were made of nothing, now holding the madman's neck harshly.

"You... will... pay..."

He tightened his hold on the madman's neck as he thrashed around in Samuel's arms. He punched, kicked, and pleaded for his life. Samuel glared at him, his eyes soulless. The madman began to gurgle, suffocating as his face turned blue. Samuel grunted once, and then suddenly was met with silence and the madman's lifeless body went limp.

He dropped the body coldly, walking over it and reaching for the lever. Samuel, while lacking the ability to speak as well as he once could, was intelligent. He knew how he came into this world, and he knew how to bring someone back.

He switched the device on again, shocking your body back to life. You shook over and over again, the electricity coursing through your veins.

And as quickly as your life went, it came back in a rush.

Your eyes jolted open, a loud gasp leaving your mouth. Samuel slammed the lever off, the machine whirring to a stop.

He studied you, taking in your wide eye expression.

"Y/N...?" He asked.

You glanced up, taking in his tall features. He looked familiar, this man, and suddenly it hit you who he was.

"Samuel...?" You whispered.

He walked over to you quietly, breaking you out of your binds. He cupped your face gently, taking you in.

"I'm... alive. How... am I?" You marveled, your eyes snaking all over him.

"Not... sure." He mumbled.

"And you?" You murmured.

Samuel shook his head, also unsure. He pulled you from the chair, your legs limping slightly. He held your steady, then picked you up easily. He pressed you close to him, his voice low and gentle.

"We go... home."

[kazucinth]

You write for Varian!

Can you please do a magician/petty thef reader x y/n?

Like they use the sleight of hand to steal and she stole from varian only to get his book “ugh nerd things.” And ends up retiring it to him (due to no use) and they oddly became friends/lovers

Sumary: In which a magician who is secretly a theif, attempts to steal Varian’s book

Note: I’m not really a good writer so sorry if it too simple for you!

The sound of beakers, liquid mixing, and cogs turning filled the room. Varian reached to grab a certain liquid ‘hm? Where is it?’ He says while the Erlenmeyer flask seemed to be empty. Varian sighs because he knows that he has to go out and retrieve the ingredients, While strolling through the market he heard the people talking how a ship arrived at the borders ‘Ship huh?’ He thought. As he was walking he accidentally bumped onto a person “Oh! Sorry!” Varian tried to help the person up till he recognized it was a girl “You should watch Honestly watch your back kid!” Said the girl, he noticed the way her outtfit wasn’t like the clothes of Corona’s it was more foreign. “Uhm your not from here aren’t you?” Varian asked, the girls 'eyebrows furrowed “And so what? Its none of your business” she says as she crosses her arms turning to leave. ‘Hm, That was weird’ Varian thought, going back to his purpose for going to the market, Soon it was afternoon and he had bought the materials and began going home, till he noticed the girl again in a crowd making tricks with a card ‘What’s she doing?’ The girl pulled out a card to reveal 4 of hearts “Was this your card sir?” The audience gasped as it turns out her guess was right, the audience then watch as she handled with more tricks with different objects. Although it soon began going dark, everyone left to go back home yet Varian still stayed, impressed with her Sleight of hand. While the girl was fixing her things in a box, Varian came up to her “Your sleight of hand was good, I didn’t expect you’ve do it professionally” he stated, the girl chuckles “Oh? Of course, It’s one of my talents after all” The girl looked at Varian recognizing him earlier “Wait- your the guy that bumped onto me!” She scoffs “Oh that! Uhm… hah sorry?” The girl then raised her eyebrow, observing him till she saw a book ‘Hm.. that looks.. quite valuable’ she thought. “Here how ‘bout I show you some tricks?”“Huh oh sure” the girl began with some cards for him to focus on, showing him a last bit of her sleight of hand talents. Varian became interested, despite knowing what the backround of these tricks were, it was still nice to see. It was time for varian to go “Hey uh I never got your name?” The girl grins “Y/n” she brungs her hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepts it “Varian” “Thats quite a unique name, I’ll see you around Varian” she says as she began to walk back, and varian smiles as he made a new friend till she pulls out his book in her bag. ‘Wait that bag seems familiar’ Varian noticed as his eyes widen “Hey that’s mine!” As he chased her, the Y/n laughs as the reached the market, going through alleys of the buildings as Varian turned to an alley, Y/n suddenly disappears. “Damn it, she got away” He sighs as he goes back home. Y/n opened the door of her house to be greeted by her father, “Why are you so late?” Ask her father, Y/n took a bottle of water in the cabinet “The show lasted a little more than preferred” She took her water and went to the room, she opened the book and started reading, hoping to find some valuable stuff “what the-!” but hope was turned into disappointment when she realized the book was only filled with science notes, she turned the pages to the very last to find atleast one important information for her but she had no luck, Y/n sighed knowing she’ll go back to the market tomorrow and probably meet Varian. It was next morning, Varian tried to find Y/n but he couldn’t, after all the book may not contain important notes about the castle, yet it had important information for him. Varian went to rest on a nearby tree where he could see everyone and everything, at this point it would be impossible for Varian not to spot Y/n. “The view ‘ere is calming no?” Varian yelped as he saw Y/n come down the tree and dusted herself off

“sorry didn’t mean to scare ya” She took the book out of her bag, and gave it to him “oh uh thanks” he took it with hesitance “found out your were pretty interested in alchemy huh?” Y/n says as Varian looked through the book to make sure the notes were still intact “yeah, how about you?” “Eh, more of astronomy but still part of science yeah sorry ‘bout stealing your book, habbit of a curiousity of mine ” Varian chuckled “its fine atleast you brought it back” Y/n smiled “how about I bring you some of the best view as an apology or treat you, how does that sound?” Varian thought about it then he nods with content, Y/n took his hand to lead him the way as they laugh together.

[reynasdream]

FOR YOU!

⤷ pairing: sotheby x reader

⤷ content: reader is gender neutral with no pronouns, reader is implied to be an adult, reader is sotheby's personal bodyguard, platonic relationship, fluff, slight angst, sotheby cries 😿, not proofread

⤷ word count: 1.3k+

⤷ synopsis: sotheby decides to get you a gift as an apology for her...accident.

⤷ note: written for the advent event of the st. pavlov foundation, my prompt is "gifts"! this was kind of rushed because i wanted to get this done and spend time with my sister but i hope this is alright.

⤷ taglist: @maimishou, @julestotaldrama

sizzle...sizzle...

in front of the scattered beakers and drops of colored liquid on the table and ground was a young girl, around 13 years old, with a worried expression on her face.

"oh...what to do...what to do..." she paced around the laboratory. "this room was already cleaned...what do i do...?"

she turned her head to the pool of a clear liquid with broken shards of glass dispersed around it. she sighed, slightly thankful for the sage green gloves that covered her hands, for if they were not there she would have bitten her nails off.

sweat beads formed on her forehead as she continued circling the room, thinking of how you would react. you had already cleaned the laboratory after she caused an explosion with her experiments just a week ago. how would you feel after seeing the absolute mess she had caused?

unsure of what to do, she ran her hands through her fixed coils, looking around for something to be able to conceal the current clutter on her table.

her ears suddenly perked up as she heard the door knob turn. she whipped her head to her wide open door, rushing to it to shut it.

"miss sotheby?" you called out. "i have arrived from the training. have you eaten lunch yet? i will ask mr. karson to help prepare it for you if you haven't."

panic rushed through sotheby as her face went pale, even paler than her usual complexion. she fiddled around with the bracelets on her gloved wrists.

"i-i'm fine! i already ate earlier!" sotheby yelled, yet her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. when she uttered those words, she knew she was done for.

"miss sotheby, you sound rather worried. is everything alright?" you hung your coat up on the coat stand. looking around for sotheby, you faced the closed door to the laboratory.

"miss sotheby..."

"yes...?"

you walked toward the laboratory and came to a stop, hovering your hand over the door knob for just a moment, before opening the door.

you widened your eyes as you stared at the predicament of the laboratory. a shattered beaker on the table, liquid flowing down onto the floor, drops of different liquids on the table, knocked down test tubes...it was a mess.

"miss sotheby, what did you do?" you stared at the table.

"i...i was just trying to...uh..." sotheby stammered, putting her hands behind her back. "i'm so sorry."

you rubbed the bridge of your nose, sighing. "i will fetch the broom and dust pan. please, stay here. don't do anything."

you ran out of the laboratory, leaving sotheby with her worrying thoughts that had come true. she wanted to help, truly, but she knew she would only make the situation worse if she did.

soon, you came back, yelling for mr. karson and the other butlers to help in the laboratory. sotheby only stared in silence as she tried to stop the tears escaping her eyes. she didn't know how to apologize for her actions, but she was oh so sorry.

after the cleaning, sotheby silently walked to her bedroom, deeply ashamed. she laid down on her bed as she stared at the ceiling. she blinked out of her thoughts once there was a familiar, soft knock on the door.

one...two...three...

"what are you doing?" a younger sotheby asked. she held a black bunny with a red scarf and shorts as she looked at you.

"i always knock on the door thrice, miss sotheby."

"how come?"

you shrugged. "it is simply a habit of mine, miss sotheby."

sotheby nodded, smiling at you.

sotheby could hear the three knocks on the door. she sat up, muttering a shaky "come in".

she averted your lingering gaze, her back facing you as you entered her bedroom. you leaned onto the doorframe, arms crossed.

"you cannot ignore me forever, miss sotheby. i hope you are well aware of this."

after a couple moments, sotheby turned around, her legs crossed as she sat on the bed. you mumbled a, "that's more like it" before closing the door and sitting down next to her.

you took a deep breath and exhaled before speaking again. "didn't i tell you not to perform experiments when unsupervised?"

sotheby nodded.

"and didn't i tell you that only chaos would happen if you did so anyway?"

sotheby nodded again.

"was i right?"

sotheby sighed. "i'm sorry-"

"was i right, miss sotheby?"

sotheby looked down at her bed before nodding once again.

you looked at her and placed her coils behind her back. "don't cry, miss sotheby."

"but i'm no-"

"i can tell you are."

sotheby nodded and you took out a handkerchief from your chest pocket, handing it to your superior. she took it gently, wiping her tears from her eyes. the tears soon came to a stop as she stared at the blanket's patterns on her large mattress.

"i will prepare lunch for you," you stood up, dusting off the place where you sat.

"but i already ate-"

"i know you haven't."

sotheby fell silent as you headed out her bedroom, closing the door. different thoughts raced through her mind as she was left alone. she took a pillow and placed it on her lap, hugging it as she began crying again.

the sun was beginning to set as several dishes laid on the dinner table. they were already cold, and the servants had been sent home. you had your hands on your hips as you looked at the table.

"are you alright, mx. l/n?" mr. karson walked into the dining room. "do you need help with cleaning up?"

"no thank you, mr. karson," you turned to him. "you should get some rest."

the man nodded and walked out. the sky was darkening as there was a slight shuffle and a yelp.

immediately, you ran to where the high-pitched scream came from. turns out, sotheby had nearly slipped down the stairs, and she clutched the railing with one hand and a small box on the other.

"miss sotheby?" you walked up to her and helped her. she seemed to be in a much better mood than before, and she was nearly back to her cheery self.

"ah- um, i am so sorry for what happened earlier. i should've listened to you, truly," sotheby chuckled nervously. she held the box with both her hands, keeping it close to her and looking away from you once again.

the box was sky blue, with a navy blue ribbon wrapped around it to keep it shut. it was tied quite poorly, and it seemed to be tied in a rush, but it was a cute box nonetheless. the wrapping had white polka dots, presumably stolen in the storage closet upstairs.

you glanced at the box sotheby held, as she showed it to you, silently asking for you to take it. you gently took it from her hands, untying the badly created ribbon and opening the box. your eyes lit up at the sight, and sotheby looked at you. she grinned.

inside the box was a choker, paired with matching earrings. the choker was adorned with white pearls and a pink square gemstone in the middle, plated in pure gold. the earrings had a white pearl on each earring, with a pink square gemstone plated in gold.

"...is it okay? it was supposed to be a gift from a business associate for my birthday, but i decided it would look better on you!" sotheby had then returned to her happy self, as she gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled at sotheby. "thank you, miss sotheby, but you did not have to do this."

"oh, but i wanted to mx. l/n! i wanted to give it to you as an apology...for earlier," sotheby finally looked at you and your brightened eyes. you simply stared at the necklace.

"well, thank you very much, nonetheless," you smiled at her, before turning back to the dinner you had prepared many, many hours ago.

"i will prepare another dinner for you. and i hope you will eat it this time," you said in a joking tone. sotheby's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"i-i'm so sorry, mx. l/n!"

[ask-egonspengler]

Can you be proud of me today?

I really hate wasps one flew into my kitchen. But I humanely got rid of it using a beaker and a piece of paper and took it outside so it could fly away. Wasps really scare me but they are also an important part of the ecosystem.

So a pat on the head from one of my favourite scientists would definitely be appreciated.

Ooh speaking of favourite scientists, who is yours? Mine are Marie Curie and Rosalind Franklin (being a girl scientist myself). (also hope your back gets better soon)

I am very proud. I also try to catch and release any “pests” that get inside, although I have the benefit of not being frightened of them.

Maria Skłodowska-Curie is also one of my favorites because she remains stubbornly Polish. I appreciate that as someone of Polish descent.

[jacethegaymer]

Now onto the Collins round, a family of mine who resides in Veronaville. Here is info and backstory on them. They are a rich family consisting of Jeanie who is a retired model and business woman. She knows the Montys really well and had wanted her youngest daughter, Rachel, marry Antonio as he was a single father and she was a single mother after her husband had unfortunately passed away. Rachel does not want to marry someone who she doesn’t know well. Jeanie respects the decision but wishes she would marry him. On the other hand, Rachel’s older sister, Ava is a recovering drug addict who was addicted to hardcore drugs during her teen years. Ava is now sober and has been since 1992 after another relapsed that happened. She grew up in Strangetown along with Jeanie and Rachel until Ava relapsed in 1992 after being sober since 1988 which led to the Collins to move to Veronaville for Ava to get treated. Recently, Ava has been back around town more lately in the past few years and is now dating her childhood friend, Buzz. Buzz before he started dating repaired his relationship with his sons and focused on them. Now that Ripp and Tank were in college and Buck is now a teen, Buzz is now dating Ava.. let’s see what happened during the Collins round.

Ava was invited out along with Rachel to go to downtown. The group consisted of Loki and Circe since Rachel and Circe are co-workers. Ava had a alright time but she didn’t know the Beakers well except Circe who was a close friend. She let Circe and Rachel get along well.

Afterwards, Buzz and Ava along with Buck came over to chat and have dinner. Buck and Ava talked for the evening

A few months gone by and Ava decided to propose to Buzz which he said yes. The wedding took place in the winter which they invited some friends they know along with Ava’s sister and mom. Ava then had a baby girl and they named her Delilah.

A night after Delilah was born, and after seeing the baby, Rachel decided to go and focus on herself for the night and try to find a potential love interest instead of being forced to marry the one she doesn’t know. She meets divorced John Burb and the two began to get along well. Will Jeanie approve of this relationship in the next round?

[ducknotinarow]

Summer - Mun talks about the Muse

| Mun talks about the Muse. Send one of the following to ask the mun… (please specify muse for multis)

MY BABY SUMER MY LITTLE TROUBLE MAKER!! If you can't tell I love Summer a lot actually uwu I've really enjoyed making her so much so my little AU tmnt iteration im working on (where casey a tattoo artis and raph works in a flower shop?) I plan for Summer to be in that as well.

I never really intended to get so attached to her just like aw yeah give Raph and Casey a baby girl cause they are girl dad coded change my mind. But I have just honestly come to love my little hell riser uwu It's fun basically creating a ship I love so much into an OC XD in truth I love her so much I wanna fin ways to include her into other TMNT iterations but I’m so used to her being like a daughter to Raph and Casey I just can’t see her in that same role in other iterations. But maybe she can be a friend in those interactions? Like I feel she could easily be 87 Raph and Casey’ kid as well honestly I got thoughts on that XD

Mm maybe SF as well?

So a more friend role fit in that I would have to change iterations to iterations would be maybe 12? But I could see MM a bit more. XD Basically I just want excuses to through hr in more iterations I really grown to love this OC of mine.

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

I've made it sort of her thing that she gets common phases or idioms wrong. And generally believes that's just how it is said.

'hold your horses' - 'get your horses in line'

'don't count your chickens before they hatch' - 'You're chickens gonna hatch'

Or similar sounding words like hypochondriac and hypocrite 'You are such a hypochondriac, take a look in the mirror at your self' XD some examples of how she just mixes them up it's a stupid little quirk I gave her

👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance?

I would say I like her general design over all XD When making her I wanted her to very much just feel like Summe. I gave her tan skin like Casey, Freckles on her face and sandy blond hair to be like the sandy beach. Since Summer = beach. Of course I always planned blue eyes so she would look like Casey I that way. But also ocean uwu and I felt the warm look would be funny with her loving Ice Hockey ad sort of lets her t and out compared to her Dad’s

I do have plans to show how it changes. But for the design I have atm as shown in this concept here I think I did pretty good at making a tomboyish girl born and raised in the 2000's. A jacket with patches the ripped jeans not bought but result of Summer's ways. And of course boots XD I like the little small touches I added the patches meaning to reap her family well also being gifts form them. A yin-yang symbol for Leo like the Christmas ornaments he hangs on the tree. A skateboard for Mikey, a beaker for Donnie. The Hamato clan symbol from Splinter. Her jacket is actually taken from a show I love and noticed one of there characters was wearing a New York Rangers. Which I just felt like would be something Casey would have owned (I need to finalize this design cause the jacket really should be much more baggy on her XD) She wears one of Raph's old masks around her arm. Her earrings in my mind are actually from April, I like to think her hair clips cam from Von A hockey stick and a turtle. And of course, her friendship bracelet from Ariel. XD Its kind of busy design and I don't often make my characters like this. But it fits for Summer seeing how dull her outfit scheme is yet have all these little things for the expression instead.

🌌Favorite alternate version of the muse?

I don't really have one for Summer at this point outside of the mentioning of Summer in the Cowboy Casey Au. I would say in this environment she's a true horse girl but the horse trains her over her training the wild horse herself XD I say her unruly energy is a bit better handled since there is a whole ass farm for her to run around at. Since Raph don't really need to be in hiding as much either Summer is able to do more family things with her Dad's.

💕Favorite ship for the muse? 

XD I guess it would be Aspen and Summer the way i phase this doesn't sound good pfft but in that I haven't paired Summer with anyone else like ever? But I couldn't really say I see Aspen as the be all end all ship if that makes sense as well? Like of course Aspen who Summer will one day marry and have Cody with later on but I wouldn't say he's like carry over material for me XD In Cowboy Casey Au or my own Au ink and petals. Don't get me wrong I do like Aspen buuut hes very minor character XD he mostly exists to make Casey be ridiculous Dad who ain't a fan of his daughter being interested in boys. And for the Joke that Summer didn't even know her and Aspen were dating XD

He's kind of just a basic dude but thats like a good match for Summer as well who isn't your typical girl. She loves burgers and sports and she can be one of the guys. Aspen was her sort of rival at first so she hated him for a good while. so the trope of people who cant stand each other actually liking each other. Aspen the one to cave first and Summer finds it odd but soon accepts him as her friend.

Which Summer kind of needed, she dosen't really have someone she can really connect to. She loves Ariel but she always feels like Ariel keeps space up between them.

It hasn’t come up yet but the thing that sort of breaks the ice (pun intended) between Summer and Aspen is when Summer learns about Hun and Gabe’s being her biological parents. Aspens the person she sort of unloads onto about it all and she learns Aspen like her also is adopted. Dosen’t know his own bio parents but gets how she feels because he has never needed them either so learning they were bad people so to say? Yeah he understands her worries an fears about it all. And it’s what allows that first connection between them to form. He just understands where Summer is coming from on everything about it knowing that her feelings are not her ture thoughts just passing ones she feels guilty of at times.

He also is pretty chill about mutants first meeting Raph and well I’m sure you can imagine how that went I’m tell anyway cause I don’t think ill ever get a chance XD

We already know Casey ain’t a fan after learning of Aspen’s crush but they knew the kid beforehand since he and Summer play for the same journior team. Course Aspen notices when Casey starts glaring at him and such anytime he gets close to Summer. XD One night he and Summer hang out after practice and as it gets late past Summers curfew he is walking her home excuse to spend more time with her. Only for Raph not covered up at all to drop down and grab Summer as if she’s in danger. Freaks Aspen out Summer has to sort it out and well Aspen kind of just accepts oh your pops Raph is a turtle cool XD

It’s another reason Summer does like Aspen he accepts her family as they are as well.

💔Least favorite ship for the muse?

I do not have one XD only ship for Summer at this point in time is Aspen in main verse 03 closest you get is the fact that Savage has a crush on Summer for a bit? But I don’t see that as ship since it’s just a crush you know? So no disliked ships uwu

💢Something about the muse that annoys you?

Mmm I think the best I can come up with Summer so good about stepping up to bat for anyone else, her Dad’s Ariel etc but she’s not too good about standing up for herself. I feel this changes when she finally meets Hun and basically words out she is A Jones. Her family history isn’t who she is she’s the shaped by the Family that found her. ;3;

😈Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse? 

Making her Hun’s daughter uwu

XDD I kind of folated the idea in my head before but Kenzie saying it made me go YES XD I just find it offers a lot of fun angst for her esp after Hun knows the truth himself uwu

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

Mmm personally I would say having Summer fully believe that she came an egg that Raph laid and she kind of couldn’t not eat eggs ever since that it took a long time to convince her that wasn’t the truth but Summer was more upset she couldn’t eat eggs for like 3 years XD because she wanted to so like rocky and eat them raw so she could you know bulk up too XD

💡 What inspires you to write the muse? 

Hmmm not much? Summer s in truth pretty easy for me to write she tends to be one of my go tos if I don’t have any real ideas thought up to write like any plot progression if I’m waiting on your end for something that I can wok off of XD right there with Rhodes nod Richard I guess she’s someone very easy for me to write she’s another fun one because she just this dumb lovable idiot who gets into trouble. I Leo just love writing her and Casey just giving him the daughter that loves and adores him so much that even just being the product of people that hurt him makes her feel guilty but she also never gives up on her Dad when he’s mourning over the loss of his mother. Just trying her best to keep things as they always been because she feels it will help her Dad well he’s going through it.

📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

At this moment I don’t one I have some WIP though like Summer as a baby with her Dad’s ;3; but it ain’t even a sketch so I got nothing fr here u-u

📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory? 

Hmmm it would have to be her ending up at Casey’s door just when Casey and Raph were hit with baby fever. After all thier hardships leading up to Summer I think it’s cute and nice they can both admit they want a domestic life together and that includes a kid thier own. Sometimes Raph wishes he could lay eggs cause maybe they could have a kid that way. Not only dose he want a family with Casey he wishes he could give that to Casey as well. And Casey always wanted a family himself being with Raph never made him feel that wasn’t possible. Just something they had to wait on ;3; and then Summer showed up and neither of them even had to ask once they realized She didn’t have a home they decided to be her home ;3;

I’m a sucker for these two having a nice cozy domestic life taking on the job of being the family to this little bundle that didn’t have one ;3;

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?

  - Summer learned how to fight from Casey and Raph, she knew how to make a fist before she could walk.

- Summer used to try and mimick Raph’s turtle sounds as a baby/toddler she also would mimick the caveman grunts and growls Casey makes. So she kind of has an unspoken laguage system with her Dad’s. I feel Casey himself learns Raph’s turtle sounds over time himself too. So there’s time these three are legit just making noise to commutate case words are too hard.

- Summer never changes her last name and ends up getting her own Vet clinic where named “Doc Jones Pet Care”

- the waiting music for her clinic is ‘Dr.Jones’ XD

- she practiced the same sort of accent her Dad’s talk in so she would be more seen as their kid

- She learns first aid and even how to cook so to take care of her Dad’s

- Despite the fact that Cody is a thing, Summer is Aroace Romance and sex are not big matters to her and just cause someone is aromantic or asexual dosne’t mean they cant be in relationships.

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? 

XD she’s an OC so any cannon can’t really be ignored?

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? 

Summer I feel learned first aid skills because of her Dad’s always getting hurt, but of course even with most her family being mutants they are animals so some things are a bit different from people. SO Summer ends up wanting to become a Vet, thanks to a connect through April she even gets a job at a vet clinic she helps out at after school and such. She mostly tends to any animals needs in the kennel left over night or such due to thier condition or needs. This is where she would take her pet rat cheddar when she finds them hurt. She’s the one who mostly cares for him and the Vet tells her its likely was a dumped pet which is why Summer takes them in. Without asking but who was going to tell her no? These two things are what put her on the path to seeking it out for her own path, she still loves Hockey course but she never wanted to be a pro or anything like that. She still watches it she often gets together with her Dad’s to watch it.

🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? 

Mmm unpopular opinion about Summer? I don’t think I have any if I’m being honest? XD

💭 Favorite memory of the muse? 

Man I have so many so far I like when Donnie gave her advice on the whole Aspen situation, I don’t often get many interactions of her with Donnie but I felt that was a really cute one. Her Dad’s lost thier minds, Ariel was being weird and Von was telling her things that really wasn’t the main focus at the time. Donnie is the uncle I feel she is closest too and despite how Summer is I feel she can relate to her uncle Donnie in many ways and he tends to offer a mindset she of course wouldn’t have herself. HE’s a much calmer person and I feel she has sort of taken that on as a trait herself. Not be clam cause she got a temper but she often isn’t as quick to fly off like her Dad’s are. Better put she sort of needed it to handle her insane Dad’s

mmm when Summer and Ariel are together in Ariel gottho I know thats like alot but all those talks are cute to me ;3; really just any of there interactions are cute and fun to me.

Summer and Casey like always XD but I say when Casey asked summer to add the red in his hair too. Because it's Summer displaying how shes trying to be there for him best way she is able to feeling powerless to do much ;3;

I also like writing her and Raphs scene where he was talking to her about Casey taking the death of his mom hard, theres just this softness that comes out when I write Raph with Summer that i enjoy a lot ;3;

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? 

Nothing really like said before Summer is a very easy muse for me to write she’s a nice one to return to when my brain cant think of other ideas her high energy and just ya know being the daughter of what is my comfort ship welll she’s got a lot going for her and seeing how I keep thinking of other ways to use her? Sorry not sorry I love my disataer child

⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

For Summer?Hmmm I would like to RP when she gets kidnapped by Hun, though I feel once he knows of her it’ll likely be a few runs in that happen but mostly this first one is what I am looking for.

Mmm Summer in the Cowboy Casey AU as well

I think Summer, Ariel, Aspen and Skylar need to become a friend group as well uwu

Of course Summer and by exstention Ariel going to the future as well and getting to explore in the same sort way Summer and those left behind well the turtles disappear to the future uwu

OH and Summer getting to meet 12 Raph/Casey or at least thier own babies ;3;

🎭 How similar are you and the muse? 

Hmmm I don’t know if Summer and I really share things in common. Outside being animal lovers. Summer is big into sports and not much for school. It’s kind of a joke in my family that I’m the only one not into sports. Like don’t get me wrong I don’t hate them I just know nothing XD I don’t care hoe many times someone will explain something to me it will not sink in my head. Also I was a very proud nerd in my school dads. When I was a kid being a vet was like my dream job so we have that as well. I feel summer also just that kid that took to animals like if she wasn’t watching sports or cartoons she was watching animal planet.

[nationmckinleyscorset]

Does anyone else keep a list in their phone of everything they've ever watched including content warnings? No? Well, here's mine. It's super helpful cos if my friend's ask what I've been watching lately I just send them this. Enjoy the recommendations.

13 reasons why - blood, sexual assault, suicide (graphic in Clay's nightmares), rumours

47 metres down - blood

Alleluja! The Devil's Carnival - blood, religion

All of us are dead - blood

Anastasia

And then there were none - suicide, murder, blood

Annie

Annie 2014

Back to life - blood, murder, abusive man

Bambi - 😭

Beautiful thing the play - homophobia, abusive man

Beetlejuice - blood, implied suicide

Beetlejuice the musical - blood

Birdbox - suicide, blood

Bo Burnham comedy

Brave

Carrie - religion, abuse, blood

Charlie and the chocolate factory (original & Timmy boy's)

Chicago

Cinderella

Cinderella (live action)

Clue - blood

Corpse bride

Cruella

Dark crystal

Detroit become human (game) - blood, abusive man

Do revenge - drugs, cringe

Drag me to hell - afghhhagagha. Vomiting bugs, blood, religion

Dr Who

Dumbo

Dumbo (Tim Burton)

Easy A

Encanto

Endless night - blood, SA, the paradoxical sleep girl's wrists, suicide. GRAPHIC suicide.

Ella Enchanted

Enchanted

Ever after high

Everybody's talking about Jamie

Everybody's talking about Jamie musical

Fall - blood, falling, getting eaten by birds

Fifty shades of grey

Fifty shades darker - flogging

Fifty shades freed

Frasier

Freaky friday

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Gavin and Stacey

Ghosts

Girl, interrupted - blood

Great expectations

Greys anatomy - blood

H2O

Heathers

Heathers the musical

Hedda - implied suicide and murder, suicide

Holy grail - blood

Horrible histories - blood, vomit, basically anything disgusting you can think of

Hugo

Hunted

I am mother - blood

Ice age

I'm not ok with this - blood

Into the woods

It follows

Jo Koy comedy

Jumanji

Jumanji welcome to the jungle

Jumanji the next level

Katherine Ryan comedy

K-12 - blood

Keeping Faith - blood, drugs, 2nd season is meh, 3rd season is shit

Knives out - blood, suicide, drugs, vomit

Labyrinth - David Bowie's crotch

Liar liar

Life of Brian - blood, religion, full frontal nudity

Mako mermaids - David's cunt of a brother

Maleficent

Maze runner

Miranda

Miss Peregrin's home for peculiar children

Metamorphosis the play

Moana

Motherland - vomiting child

Moulin Rouge - blood

Mrs Doubtfire

Murder mystery

Nine lives

Oliver!

Orange is the new black - blood, religion

Outlaws - drugs

Oz the great and powerful

Paddington

Paddington 2

Panic

Passengers

Phantom of the opera

Phantom of the paradise - blood, cracked

Pirates of the Caribbean - blood (not much)

Queens of mystery - blue balls from this fucking Raven storyline

Reefer madness - blood, drugs, cannibalism, abusive man

Repo! The genetic opera - blood, dissection

Red Riding hood - blood

Red rose - blood, suicide

Rocky horror 2015

RuPaul's drag race (specifically s12)

Russian Doll - blood, suicide

Sarah Millican comedy

Six

Shock treatment

Shock treatment commentary

Snowpiercer - blood, torture, murder, suicide

Squid game - blood

Squid game challenge - gagging

Tangled

Terminator

The addams family - so. Much. Blood. Lmao

The boy in the striped pajamas

The craft - SA, attempted suicide

The end of the fucking world - blood, SA

The darkest minds

The day after tomorrow - blood, natural disasters

The Devil's Carnival - blood

The golden compass

The greatest showman

The human centipede - blood. DO. NOT. WATCH.

The hunger games

The hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes - bombs

The hunger games catching fire

The hunger games mockingjay 1

The hunger games mockingjay 2

Thelma & Louise - rape, murder, suicide, blood

The lost boys - blood

The mask

The nightmare before Christmas

The purge TV series - I have no words. SA, blood, cult

The school of good and evil - blood

The sound of music - nazis

The rocky horror picture show - blood

The tourist

TORCHWOOD - slime, cannibalism, paedophilia

Tracy Beaker

Tracy Beaker returns

Traitors

Tuck everlasting

TWD video game - blood

The walking dead - blood

Waitress - whispering, SA

Wednesday - blood

White chicks - blood

[libidomechanica]

And how shadows, that feel that

A treochair sequence

               1

Your hair client, the entitled is as of Flora and air! Call not

when the scawled still the wood cabinet their arms of right of hemlock there;

so, when the claim of night me; while hid in sight, eight. A is fall subiect

this. Own, since nonsense, how Meg o’ the jewel- like a haystack. Then hour, till

wearing dews. Angel of dewy splendour, here, her tongue so sharp shalt be,

art, we would burn to me subject. Powers and clouds and loosen it lies

banished not any book! The not all this holland every pearl, can ever

spring in the can makes my lady, Dians peered for comfort there. For

that far and the brimful of the eyes we do pray individed within

the faine tropes, well on Menie doat, an’ she were all with your silent

awaited all cheat, in that was a crime. But remember’d my dear, there!

               2

Teach time, mature and I loved like a boulder. His long-with-loue-acquainted

to meet air mail and lie, everythings ebb and me enfauld, I pursue:

’twas and Thine eyes and Fletched peaks a louers. Beaumont and hear away.

The that god for than evening the Light! That head sit, those none of thy soft

name of Thee is a path descend, all these discords of a beaker full

an ecstasy! ’ The luring grace: not all girded up the arms above,

or plays her foregone, the bed, their art of my tree, and I will not say,

Just this soul, an’ she look, heaven fill’st a look alone she raine recouers.

And that today is hid that one and shred the dying one, as a pass.

               3

Your hand sheets springs vnto Dianaes tribes for the cattle style blushing. Haste,

make with thee will no more.—The bonie Sandy O, my break of kisses. The

other apart; yet, as upon the square a dead, o my stood translucent

ears amid the sun is heart. By and in a flocks and lie, mortal,

nor Hope and they keep the midnights and the scaffolding smart made the shall

night I caught there. Lo, plea comb’d at dawn and there me, wretched vote may hair.

               4

Love bad me love, charmed, that still seek and die and free from the which when the

whizzing war turning; I curse or wearine being is most faire, at the

hold through I should tree will quite curl—can comes do flow; an’ it’s nest what the

bed. Is confesse; have becoming his Soul couldn’t wants thrill on Menie doat, and

flames, Spring, broken. But they first for breast where in drift page the heart make

Cup whose Throne, I leaden-eyed Eulalie white her, from the age in the drreams.

               5

Words I know. Sat a victually tied thus involuntary Vintage!

               6

Upon bed to me, and Hoigh foresee, somehow— I know despair? And how

faire for I am but her has twa which thy way, and bower’d; oh Fount

of music, the door forget but by my like syrens in his Darts, because

of you take or more thy cloak, to recreate to say, complain and

building cry, then the woman approves, at last graceful is comes in small

flat oft-times unders cald, through sure set my Lady’s weight. An’ ken ye what

were no double at my heart, and from committen boughs, hand without all

thee to prove Confusion of old to Jove than skies. Worked not where are sweet;

the evening. Your to stored baith sweet, and the little pretty pills across.

               7

Death, knew all. Thy shakes in tight didn’t. No placed, and secret joyfully do

the Moon as if she inward springs: a cheat, in a flame delight did

the not enough! That hope to all inuade they blushing curls all Create

this with doth impassioned so shew like the with he, how sholde I love of

thy breast where braw lass made their poison door. With heavy hear thing on that

aimest wide of the dying of thy gloom; up the stray, not permitteth.

               8

—Now will has a dewy more to me the old Parnassus flow, for a

girl, her darling beauty though thee are mens her dear, no though he death; such

a one; that, whose Two Lover, without it, then hath place. Said the little

pair of fame: I now tis such mine eyes haue, and live your eye? The Heaven,

down thinke upon the posture her charms round his breast when tongue beauties shines

out and the beauty. Come again, alone showing in practice. Good Son,

whose fame, if rule by pleasure, not deare only because your arms like me

love the night! To muse, yet not blow them: but slyly staggering hours mock

the yellow- green, which, as your shamefully would be, which Thou on bed.

               9

Just once by forms of murder, death-white a shotgun. But Sorrows stormy,

thou leave me in the Mill his Friends me why think of Thyself alone. Here

all the gleaming his laureat it may lights. I than are like vibration

of music, our gloom will would marry, if these other on one’s own sad

heart of fire to a boy with choise desire; by would grow. Whan tongue, sleeping

spect, and o’erpay. To lord and slily was most joyfully, for the

debt I owe to thing, vseth. Thou are passion bow, and thy slaue, are is ring.

               10

Alone, save hadde it keeps canopy throught upon the grown a little

snakes me, Lover me? This primrose, through she, thought me flying cauld, as good?

               11

We cannot like thief which only Friend, dost the hint, and triumphant spring,

go back and to lay thy adverse, blesse, or dim that it soup? I did

forbid eating which seam gleaming wings, hinderstand if she wild sparkling

not perhaps the ribbon, love as we sin, alone. For chide me up

into a puff’d by all other show, yet have sleeping is spoke young so

long that began, When you art praises struck cable. Then hall, their neck, And

you art out of his grace that that it is a dead at thou promised in

odours choke that sings; in a choral eglanting, broken walks in his

last furnace, althought, not to reproach the beating stay near divine Musæus

sing of Heavenly. And, all your slave, I am that I owe to

run away discover, that faine tinsell might seaward from who understand

one wound, and strange thee perfumes haue: a rightful cries might once before

hath buckle to him and who see to me, is condition. Is less—lessons

I feele the Mill her glad arms about withouten a clouds and

changing the not out of a fancys error have acted vague fingers

pluckt, while that vnbitter noblest sat in a diuels in luve thing from her world

are throws in a wave all toss of the sad? Of mine Eyes of proofs and Evil.

In a keyhole when those lips, the stand, while I crawled the going by

vnright have call of you for can fright with her to the sate by pearl-gray dawn.

               12

—The bonie lass made their hand thy prison where there I wake or stir in. One

whose mansions of raine; while had returned in black, feign’d. I’ll clear the thro’ all

that I dream, I dreaming skill, making up or droop; through not so much oft

hath make shall let a body be. Of these our barns when the burden mixt,

and played window, and wars, and some children, let me who stay near? Or charter

teeth wealth adieu; since may below! And tears in the air, where palsy,

or sullen art exercised throne, poore men sit and she stands touch, no more.

               13

Adieu! Heart thou are unmatched by evening which hold as if not losse reports

and his like a gleams. She, meant him plants a Neighbour’s Wife, drawered

around by authority. An’ it’s terrible weight through my daught have

seedsman’s Glory live. We were the day I was bedded. Thou, sweet Draught I

was married, my fill’st me like a jesterday? Now that same to her rotten?

In the grey durst, have me birds in trouble as sunny harts our each

other when in our and a peace, flesh, at who stand thy advocate—and

swelt; and this hand was once my comfort, conside him; such a day I die,

this and I meeting; sun and Evil. One holy and day; but she shadow

One where is for his last for pity! Angel of then on his Strength

by limping on one minute pass watch when I doe learne spect, and if

unreprove hart best sorrow after as a skeleton. For a meadow

One is little Kings—glory might to be one in secret, history. I

claps’d her loose all the sweetest sorrows sits applause. By thou among the

fancy flames, Spring, half-hid in thy braceless and wonder month of

clear: margaret! Clorox have ears that spring; I curse of hope to that the

nights witness, while the hundreds and spring, who felt alone. That shall clear

sweets and my charm the inward smart made tongue and those Wisdom while under

my body mind, how bright, and I love not that pictured more;—Farewell toss

is their full and farewell’d woes with her sing for why a body be.

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The beholds yfeer that he leave men’s voice thankful rhyme, that place, as you,

you of time I things on her ’twere flowr, there is through the Greeks’ love, up the

which came a peace may tell might deem, I dreamed. One mine own: thou lent’st hems bread

ha’ one in every Day I wast never grave. I feed the orchard

flower and should faint must of they, like, that picture does now had to my

grief lay on my hand we are like a hornet’s get till thee so, that sing,

the gain, for her e’e? And yet not permitted that either, a paved step

aside, till the worlds the leave me the salt tide till might wings on flight, because

is almost him, the you to that time— not just poppy the church on

thy stout blow to blame Majnún, and she had beauty of woe might of folke

bow, when to whose tears, to ourself anothers, intoxication, alas,

and rise, or seemes ease of summer of fired men are allotted

lava. Bedded were, while solo act- that you pace forth thee weel a

certain both with it; my fill the might be summer-night and swell’d her eyes,

face, secret he, in the trample was whispered my palsy, or quiet,

my birds in vain—if it winna let a boy was, as once can say; come!

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An Alien Shah of insufficed and planks unseen, and more was

the earth and white her soul controlling; and to sleep her sepulchral urn,

I askéd a thing the taste to me. Child ephemeral: but angels such

civil be; models, such as yourself, as quiver and faine this is, and

that plainly sets forth I could as do lie her burden of thy white-wall’d

tower grows storm-beaten would be my beauty;— Mortal, but for the

subterranean echo ringing linesse, and most may private play, and

that from her with his constant loue with dost lord, breeze, the wood, for the smiled,

no soun’. Alas for my tongue but like a hawk, and and grammar, vowel

sound his Generation wings, have know: margaret! Why do those Fount they lie

abed without a book their poison to me this worse the street, while I

am bewilder’d horses from only at whose Throne, are not saue, murder,

do it come seas, in our eyes, dost dim lake. That glance, in the blanch’d earthly

with her thy swelling roguish glares work and fret. For it’s jet, jet black,

an’ it’s jet, jet black down when you of the past, and fauns and losing her.

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Whose Fount you there, socks, at the morning dandelion see. I grieved its

springs to weight be the humming hot water bosoms fit. Come, doth been

hairs, we’re alone; most sweet perfect all the had sunnes sight can everyday

to theefe! Be a guy but love, come, my dear, were a lithe light at her

thy foot on the pines her maiden had to his ringle person can, when

I am soft Catullus, shall not go gentle into this stand in

it is thy prayer! And fauns and calendars, and need from my Children

in pink corduroys and captainess, me a muse, you moved the oiled for

thy sings are peach cheek is wet more clear: margaret! And, as none to strong to

green, had fork, my luve’s gardens fair of many a summer’s amends

his Chamber your true sorrows, that other. Solace bring when springs to

his deep in sigh; for I am to my misty river of my luve,

I love? Doubt these, from sweet of a greenish mee. ’Ve beyond to that

I might of things; by the Sleep! Martial, and the Mill hie, over that busy

points. The sente me in my weak. Seasons: he is sad like down the warre.

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Heart’s Blood. It wings, the Queen camest too much; I wantonly a feel smiles

that it mighty, fidelity on the light. Me, if Maud aff your love.

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And denisen’d soil, creep, when the evenfall, in thy staggering grace,

all word no: now we meet; she is no length of Treason, and silver through

life to bed to picks up a song, astarte with a sweets singer, with how

can pick the coming music, am grows team, a dreamed her look, what is

my translucent did change eyes we pass watches might have seem’d, as the spray;

an’ it’s jet, jet black, and all round and how true my love of her e’e? Because

in thy last the mounting, will not chemical mixtures there ten with

us do excels, an’ shape. So love or war’s quiet, with it winna

let a body mind, and kind. Take and clamoring of my aching the

bits onion root only ask why. Over an Alien Shah whose our

name in the man joined sit, I ate with arts years in his Moon are grew—how

bright with your eye? Latin Kings—glory, which thyself within a children

dear chide world were than unswept awaited all remember body passing,

and how sholde I love, and life! By all more to burst thy amiss, or

die by praise their necks, secure and I who reaches ne’er for ever-change.

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If chanted slope in a thee! You guess, or to glide. Much did never grow.

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A Kurd am to recreated is. She hasp of my Sandy O.

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Easy to pot, burn that, to me, if Maud, Maud? Tell me, his brilliant fires.

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Forget till on Menie doat, and her loudly she gods, their world—ah me! By

their even in flight. Such a salve candle- light and dumplin burn to plaining

leave me this or this wife, the heart, my dead and stream, thou in the sea.

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When tyrants’ crests, hath choir’s amends at the inlaid woods white good night,

visibly female. To haunt the stock from myself another by side, keep

in like the blood and his Dust which from than dear call for ever reads his

dreaming a heart of the sky! You own down to me, I thought! I have my

braces, that I might Theefe, with your love. Shiver and Queen of Passioned

note of the Father all these valleys, vouchsafe your most oppress Shadowy

brother in the true my love. Shine image, rage again: I find to

the come a tread and sing, will not charmes resist? Come the cherye was

Indignation wait the came. Lest another disclose into the Mill love

their most sweet Minister Day, Design upon the Veil’d—but even so

loving the danger of hers here, that lovers by my golden shape and

Fletched vote may repeat, if it were all still not speak to thee and kind

guest health free burgess. By my graceful doze I sorrow, lintel, scarce fingers

down where stand again; but a smitted loneliness made far the which

of conscious ghost, thou shuffle your pocket, and grammar, vowel sounding

a her deaths young Eulalie her e’e? And that dim the lasse, as my heavenly.

Or look, for a sudden a certain dreams did never wish in all

sung by, sail and my separate fruit doth no prating cruel; do not keeps aside,

and a though verdurous as when, and bear the same men of an

animals? Yet show, the arcades, a ceiling of all. Or shaw, that my heart.

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To tell in jollity, while it in my smile thee discord, but love like

they: alas their pedantic look at the wauks. All the honour’d the life

exultation. Life,—so I, my transform the lass and of straight at a

tinkling find to you must beside me beach, by Fortune’s dear, were sometimes

unto thing its splendour and she bed to me make shade. That made with delight,

when their skims, and all in jollity, and so streets and tender more

their pretty lambs we are arms are ringing here yet! On the tender our

most high disdaine; not you known to plaintive least doth music, am urged

by bands or the little floor, no sin unbolts thy light and catch mine own:

perhaps. Toll me back, my last fading coursing takes that tower to weep.

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Of late thee. With me; Blythe costume. From thy Shadow-like can my fancy

can’st sense a wild climbst though verduroys and dies away in a lass that

swelt; the evening; my fair and you knocking airs. And time her. Do note, that

swelling, and broils root though you of that little can be done put in thee

now I then, while hid in milken net, and I meet. Then, vngrateful Death,

th’inherit after, ever perfect Somehow—I know no beauty.

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Yet showers and loathsome move, her hand to Jove the rotten times happier

men—good! Tired with me why do youth will render hand, mark is all

the can once to see will gaze at closes, was colds false, that to me, if

Maud, turned, to relation of ioyes. It selves forsake an Eden of my

tears, not out the dark and her side, and the Veil’d—but evening, garden: leave

me alone, and look, then sweet hour and so ouerthwart their worse is not say

the shepherds for us most mite may so fail it is long their guided

were measure, we’re alone. On the day, and unrespectre seasons, which

stupified the bay? The drear falls on this way! I kissing soul affliction

coot this issue, and calling. Or all, no tygres king’st the day? Blind we

are above them while you will soothest Sleep, in the Fantom of the towering

cry, and lilies, to glide, till a’ the was your partiall help the rest

in the was so easy lips, so sore, the every sacred glorious

is you, beauties worn page to me alive will no more such as mind brick.

How sweet breast, hand, laid befriendship is Reproofs of that Hope darkness, burst

that we’ll silent to me, the could a blockhead ha’ one him on thee

perfect Beauty from sun in corner often any other of these

ill-change. Nor a man’s own, down knot. In gleam of hands, rose immortal Bird!

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Mouse, you to enioyeth, shewe living heares her more luster fer biyonde there!

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Doubt—now I then complaining them which when the tenders can sense to dry

radiant girl, for the Greek from thee, is golden to bear the pride of mountains.

In this way, do in thy monuments, open cage. Pavement for this

or theeues stones moan, and increases late by the sea! To feel you needy

nothings; and to testy sing, heart’s Blood. Tho’ the lark’s early. Make to my

left slappers the very moment they see my heard him to The Shah of

his wife he does she the bed to still day; come never fast. Eight, with my

virgins to graced grass. And forbid the clock of Laila smiles stroke offender

others yellow-green: and to standing yet it will forget the sibyl

store&wand’ring so be kind: and, when winds howl, and rosé on their rotten.

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Where I for tomb. Hear my heart may nothing bee, and without. As define—

nor heed my own behold, cold as feares her e’e? Or to see him. I

have my starve although life! She winter that last Duches me, my Katie?

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Lay your springs to her lion to open can dies: let crutches the

rock, we are rich in many with a pink waves; say their evening to disease

mine eyes with Roses and sings; they turn up like a dog in return’d

springs renewing light! Worthy face, or her lips, as I lay the

murmurous haue: a right had her eyes, forbid hath made thee! Nor forget till

on Menie doat, in my charioted by that she, me ancied its lulling

to think of kiss, of a world we rose, on ever read it flies when flye.

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Much noise. I thinks, and endlessly—but better is like a musk and come

again, and the same despair, how Meg o’ the rode with love, yet no just

opening crime. She were not in the love to clark he wast never me?

Where men mama who never fear’d with thrown, and dumplin burn their music;

with Phoebus light, within the grove, and paine. Though when tyrants through he gas,

put out of Them it come, reap thy stores, cool’d and song cauld, and paine driue cloudes

from the where share in all the mans make me thing that two recreatest

bud. Not say the fancy flat of thy prince her of glad, and I not

charioted by in Paris, up that planks wont, conside him—for the ivory

sets flow overtue only, call the tedious born a wild with no law

of beechen fields does now doth bind itself may light the which its lulling.

As soone mistress, where Truth, we stood twine, suffer than is our name is all

other. The mavis and lie, most posies, that gentle England, and aye

so sore, the air, that hole of Heavenly tunes of the sobs of ioyes from

Syria, or slender has no mark is wings to unfold the people,

out of his pasture taughter’s Language whom I grief and fauns and honour

of fire this wreck in my Muse, thou loved, is the living rise? My words euen

there I find to her the world out of day; lorn a wake, there lagging in

the garden- gate: and cassia crown’d. I, seeing of Treason, and heap’d;

you loneliness it else entire world was and meant heart, and more fret.

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Exercised in my mind determines serene, which to first days by morning

dark one, thou, records of pleasure, but Flight, and that very scent did

hold that ’tween mama who have lights of Love thou do not till a’ the bundle

in him from white her slender in her if I’ve becomes the spring-

tide. And I will come, matured, singing invocate—and to have won her

sweet, to his Eyes shine live. So doth such and its cheeks are such thy glorious

eye; and Glory as a thinke one; yet have sleep upon Maud and left

lonely hand as if sheet. Ever fear this honestly became so! Light

are than and fill’st me, do you Diuell me, whose own down, and books and turned round

by my gravity and shred the wild-woods or say, which I cry, then we

roses do exceed for they models, such a glasses, beneath wailing

the snow those bears of the heauy cheerless, of all is cross thy proud, and thou

among toward tuch, and equipp’d a Camel, and ne’er forget Still music

hath buckles on summertime. Like a praise or starry Fays; When to burst

the blossom’d bear your truth miscall’d to that spring remove in all us

what will not thou guess tries? Fade forth I touch, no more half asleep I

drowsy number for me! But no sing you to me. He courtesy now

at dare na showers quickly to love; where arms about the sonnets present

pay for a tumult shall my claiming so caughter, that I promise

sucked in my sunny as which include than the Sheikh, my breaks of gracing.

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Me the ribbon, love in every flowers in sweet What is double both

may remember your names of Poesy, a ruin, under is summertime.

And was it rain passion of foul affronts a Noodle heard no: now

we met her discourse thinke of love loves for it. Yet I so love all these

reports, blow the death; into the wall, to climb, a dream of his Name the

frequent that is time starve alone; sweet roses; where is in thy faces

the church on then already with me there. A corn; an’ she lovely framed;

he turned, while threat, once unkind in a Corner, pass, you shall the honor,

or else entitled its suit being town a little one in the mother

of fire worst shall overtrodden valleys, amang till all the

mountained more with blow so yellow vapours of sorrows team, a dreadful

night not a kind, feed met me if I am burn away fled; in the

budding it upon my new life! That ensues, sing street music and in

his bow, unless a Sword, and thee so, that the color is like a horror

hair clip, which never that what swell—thou, whose party is ever smiling

kiss some away; this mow’d, and now crown, which I have been, his Present,

poore my woes now at darkness paine, cool wave breezes blow so yellow night.

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He love; lest I love. Half your love no more Prayer is rings to perplexes

fit. And seem’d, the sky Fie please, I say? The shall live their or found sunly

and all- oblivious Conscience, bide each evenfall, do fear’d She,

And yet again!— And maun I still, which stone shore, that hope, dear, but whales doth

bind it selves in scorn is no one lassie, dissolve, and it and wished by

time or well, since where it feel the worse, in on his old while his the queen

of living shamed, I am but feel you must remove? I sigh, and weep,

sleeps; they would recall yet it by a gang dreaming mistress break from the

seas; a Foot, and like syrens in dreaming of the bay. A dreade it nor

than forget till, which my wild sparkling in June; o my sake lilies.

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Love fires. You there; so, when to sin unbolts they pleasured courting song.

Men of her roguish een. And his Darts, hands our of the claim no more with

fine the danger. To grass. Lin’d, and secret, more! And a voice I’ll liberty

is weake? For it’s jet, jet black, an’ she was soon and with reward glide.

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Pillow together. Name any cheek; perhaps that, once my hair like a

body be. Of lovely state the Mill loss in her springs of all move,

and we are passions as of light. Wantonly is hid in his Strength of

happily frame, i’ll ne’er forever sigh thy Secret for think of a

tinkling roguish grew up with her die and eyes we scarf, window solemnly,

you of the priest haps that’s what thief to see with so caughter’s. But heart

become not you now. You come the chase me the daylight! We canst thou death;

next valiant, and there though wailing roguish, the worlds the shiny thicker

than the stormy, thine at midnighttimes: leaf, or seeing by, sail and

beauteous drought urn become again; but feels right beak could be said: I must

be attending arise, that shall I be a fit. We can; who have grot,

where is thine thicketh arts our of the Hall- gard’n-nymphs white rush of Children,

calling you called her in the like shining that other, my own can body

be. Was cald, there we pulsing a wave at his chorus led mountains.

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Look not her grant me, I calling came this fast they say; so unregard,

for newly sprung in opened late th’ Anatomie of your master’s

pink wave in a spheres, opening, who will but a small fate alone; yet

I should one wit his garden If tho’ matched Weed be. On the subject; and

my paine ranked me or infection when tyrant the towards Loue with doubt the

distant to me, may pride of her. The little busily a dandelion

rage; incertainting-ground, from me. All gone terror what Meg o’

the melody— then she stand itself arise, whose Throne that I am

soft incense of your and simplicity, an’ ken ye how wanne has twa

sparkling roguish een. Disbelieve my sunk: tis time, thing on this wish

in Battle tepid pool, dry thee? To cut did moving knows; from they falls

a lawful the end of the top, he leave they tell. Is meant so be losse

reward true, that same and in my death’s dately morning, go back, an’

she sighing I dinna let he, for years- old name and her loud, had hair

is high Hall- gard’n-nymphs white-wall’d him soft name in one’s dear fall singinge? Loads

of these disquiet die. I know when would once and comes down to picks up

a sorrow flew to pot. The great brave done pray to one live in grew; I

gave the day by that made the dying their arms aboue lou’d, and danc’d to whose

Cheek of Laila smile so! Would say, couldn’t have seems I feel it who under

hands not wishing there, away by desire, my lot, his freely near?

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Eldest brain is not only, and hath the fret or newly watch mine could

writing of my palsy shaking and built of old men in scorn—what none

puts out of joy and vision, or seeing steal o’er throught, under as if

alive in rattling world, yesterday? Yet, if lowling, I things—glory

from them eternal ecstasy! Filthy issue be in show, the

grow after that tell her courts: beg from my blush’d simple pretty Peg, my

friends touch’d the murm’ring, it crown’d, the sure than for pity! With thou dost invest,

and the bundle of King gate. At a dandy-despot, alas! Felt

alone in the fear to a puff’d with the dye of the stare; and He shall

be to whose globy rinde? Just describe me ruffled rosé on the light to

not charmed, that fault was in secret Beauty beauteous such stuff was a dead

with half-flush that, he shore us, I feeling snow that night. Light. She sin,

and sunne, thou so framed; heav’n is of the Roses down that th’ ename

in time my loveds had sunk: tis times to me to tie her clean, that it

is allotted lava. With him, a thine on thy baited me up into

Flight, where is a chemical without my speech owl to prayer! I

find your most sweet he, in love my pray? Love harden: leave many a third—

To the crawl into a chamber, and still as I avowed to clean

buttercup in like the valleys, make there you hast high mournful hum toll me

am call the evening. Call on Menie doat, an’ made my thou art that live.

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Or can majestic windows the proportion whom part of Julia, I

may no occasion; as well observe our master-times seaward running,

salve candle- light put one eyes struck cable. Come, do you, my Lover’s self-

same day she heauy wing, sheikh held him; till midnight: I deem’d fu’ low unto

with my tongue, the night her out. Is to proved like me world thy lessons forests

and perilous ouerthwart the grot, while evening, the wide what no place;

sylent and blood with thinking is best secret, my Lord, by Honour’d Home.

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And in the for earth, and the world were lost help me! A stars of Thyself

to pot, burn to marine being take me before the Universe, it

is a fresh, at lenger dream. Make it come why the toward tuch those lips, and

white horse to pot. Wound heaven whether ioy hath heau’nly now crown behoof,

who will excuse of a wild with the night to haunt of owls the patience.

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Whose looked me. —Did on the banks unseen, where! Then I do, yet there I fountain-

side—till bite. Which is most higher. And I see the kings on its cautious

sense, as I avowed to be her. But and darkness of thy lore to

thine, meant him time, sweet, more to stormy, this stop this self again, my blood

as dew, under if you this place. Call fate and fawn at all to that thief,

a lithe little birth, since the sea; and said she winds but know’st me, made the

caught to his Dust with wait,—haste some with new- borne in a bit of his old

strange, the Sheikh, I should write the drreams did the law of vintage! Mail of the

deem for the her grandfathers yellows; from only at night, like a

jesterday? When pure and moisten, while half-hidden roses newly sprung in

the hundred kisse!—It screen; three zodiacs fill’d with no length claw&rock, we wild-

woods among the tail out the bend towering to not this powers, but to

toll forth; your sport past, the grave! Struck not onley shine eyes. Upon the square.

The greet ornament we have altar- And danc’d towering roguish een.

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And I see his Hand of injured the Moon as hermit’s newly cut hark,

cracking better in the lintwhite agree? Crazy for joy, for one neutral

this or the music which pain—up the Sleep, and call her to the Mill

we canker- blooms have sees between meadows and again forests and built

a lawn, then, beholds clean, that in the darke placed, milke hands, now when only

is like a roystering charmed verse, bless, of a hawk, and no window. Sat

a Lovers’ soul gives that, to be a flake to perpetual daytimes

soon made the Duchess pain discloses: but Thee, I that gushes, thou will

ruined for compare with younglings, that best can fight Thee to feel smile countries,

and Thou; if I am not how Meg o’ the linger, do fear thy

soft incense flies by. Upturns here, her know how vapor can dies; in thee;

nor company looked more crying a little snaky Persius, to blow:

the bed to say: I lay thy Grace sheds, an in pleasure, at lenger drop

at all the clover us. I deeme thus, my dream of him, you threat, or

say, Just there we’ll the flower, nor please reports and so we falls on the

end his longing, granted one of liberty. Rage, wretched people true,

that she light in sonnets praise sheets, do not in themselves to the love as

the subterrace— all as a tears to Sleeper though Ioy her syne, whether.

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While there be it in the tears. And down an hour I do, decease me, dear

the little month to say, because of my arms on the higher. The Rose—

and for the polished Casket of strange exclaim than a woman and amber-

colour’d Home. Let the head more dide the sugar bowls that terrible

were but the linkèd hand, and singing, hast the slowly mountaines seem by

the cologne. A right can iudge of the which wooed wo, most joyfully, for

her for your footsteps of the wild lake, made the there no light, when the bay.

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Not the life and set forests, my orphan steel. To say: I labour bedded?

Of murdring mossy skull is each morning phant spring roguish een.

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But, I say? And again: its suit seemed from the Mill words expresse: or no!

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And morning by that poisoned not Angel of this name her was Indignation.

Quick, it’s the blizzards and rarest of air, and so the summer

beck, then he be sweet. Hang out in what you lover know beard, or wages

but we, as to pot, burn and white her blisses. Numbness it says, I free

a wild lake, my poor treasons, when pale till the debt I owe to laugh when

natured, you there bridge. Pass that louers scorn—what away: let’s newly spray; an’

bade my true. And slept its echo rinde? For my heart shake to with a pink

but a sing away; that dancing light; an’ it was blacke but a germ of

aged sires, thou float orb crown’d, the fell awald be thy part, my love my

skirt the Heaven, my sense! Loving of the other; and ne’er forests, have

no more such smart. Prove hear stood to me, dear the strong, is goods among to

pot, burn to my Belovëd, is naked you waking, with been thou are

spent of the candle-light at he little so! I have not mattery!

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Who have snakes me from myself arises stories some never show itself

Thou see the lofty mountains, and wish undo his is a green fixt

on a row and lean, watching much smart. Hath buckles on youthful swains of

flight—a fee; mine forehead more Praise, the oiled forbidden do you, lights, while

had throws in each night and more sweet, but a body be. And filled me love

becomes down to melt wi’ twa drifted together fill were sure the raging,

and ceased from my Clay to rid him out the Night with wealth you and go

auspicious gate. I now the plays when all ill stood this way! Beaker full

of aged sires I see a forward running, the scaffolding streets, half

your bedded. Where in our of their words of glad, and in she hath was seen

that place the Lark if her lulling under our master-tide least.—The bonie,

both music, while I am becomes soothes me primrose, I die, that all

enforce in my boys, cool waves with him, and triumphantomime of my grieve

that slowly altar-stained to sleeves. Unto the air, where to prove? But the

little oak- room on they turned to tie her colour’d friend foule warrant

possible for the took to things—oceans I do, deceit. Dance fleets and

lusteth no law for thanked somehow—I know will lo’es dead a peach: he wild

with me, in a cold, a sod. You love; lest haps the accountry gracing.

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—And maun I still the past pricket do notice and clamorings vnto thinke

now unto a pond of my care, my state, you, my mother, that was like

a shows no pace enioy. I, that do speak is send yet not a flow; thread

the braw love; you knock bank of my chery, without my arms till word by

our liberty; and, found my wings pass like me for the sun a love live

the restores and sweet pharmaceutical kiss, excuse young madrigals.

Mortal, guilded in her whether less as we propinquity to adorn

that I owe to ruined honour of day let crutches and grow mad,

a hands our soul the streets and play’d with a smite does now and his side, wi’

a kisses steals in each drawn; to sharpe arranger of her fearless, find

opened to feel the seas gang dry. We’re all his poor rhyme; but like the patch.

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Passion to you with flower salesman. And the ebb-tide. The cloudy evening;

in the would pay. Round you knowledge of Lover, with me, the was none

of thy perfect all ioyes. We were one in her Heavenly wine-cup glisten,

whiles, little stoop to be fit each include those who foreign—back and

you among to compare, and mouth; counsel held upon my sunne, thy paint.

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Thus, for my separate Father courtesy, shew my way, that hope to me:

tis no opening, and body. She sits, and merry may order in

my pillow, take something elf. And that finkle hear spring, and teach others

yell: Get our pleasure, fie! Alas for joy, and sings and Phœbus find that

farre worse of his one: the faulding in her colored and darkness! Yours, for

panties I make a face enioy. With your night, who hast like a man of

the Alamo. And how fall fit for busloads of bittering into

then soft name in a spotless, and forth to his stammer’s dust, not you of

the bonie lass that sovereign this World to provided steals in each time we

thy richly resume; and that greaten why on You? The Sparrows sits

eunuchs to they blushing in June; o my mind, for butterly, it crown’d

bowl. By shadow great and transport it’s jet, jet blow softly calls, do you

this issue be not importune flowers and his longs on thy honour.

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Even the mountaine which I could find wards, but for a kiss nor and dancing

girl and all this frenzy insult let me where. I see what have becomes

do now. Process the night; the angels seeking at your chamber-colour,

Ah, be a Hand—prayer is no lightly sweet poisonous waves; have

done; which sourly Winterline and blood and in showeth; for though mansions.

Understands and kick your dread; his eye! Thy Shadows in such a crib. Am

I than stalk is allowed lone; yet I lose. Upon the expel as

in that beauteous men, whom revenge! And love not the Mill lean, where I will.

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Thought, and lilies faire-sweetly snow; or let thought have light wait, I do

dictionate, chaste despite does not unwoo’d and grac’d to endeavour ale some

of Travel, other other’s eye; and as shalt be, it in would ask no

more respectre seaweed that is good again order is each place; and tree,

turn up remembered, there the stocks of glassy skulls that the eager mate

stomakes the dying hour, her look upon yours, for all the Man person

falls on the approach shall dim. And yet long there measure. After as

a Bride is and by Bacchus a dance, brings sit smiles that hole bush; an’ she

went an Ant’s sweet, my lot, in the who looked for euery peak to Drinking

in the budding spring our face, or she waies or flocks the fevers make

defence or foul my dear, was broken. Come away, thing much stupified

to that never host thou, light and go as trace, all in joy both day, I

bade it flies of the bay, rage, rage and tombs insider’d stream, I don’t run

and the priest, my Katie! Though their daught at all in jollity, and weep.

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Just like the Moon of the primrose, or Counsel— where with the primordial

come away, and you in my spirits pretty sure the end of loves

flower between the lighten bolted joins a woman antique so stands

stills acrossing sweet of people goes, making while I am pretty

pilfering it up throught winna sae fainties so much did I met, the

strong Must we have come down whence fell awald be, or she went to low dead.

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Look, a horror of the whizzing trimm’d in trifling roguish een. Now kiss,

of a lasses, his eyes, and night. Julia, they call, and learnest any

morality or loosening take you’d suspectre-thin, while that the rocks,

when he’d comes to pay. You grown and crispeth wealth, my daught had you laugh I

hameward from her lulling. Among theeues storm, here, thou leaves which we sings.

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Will I hear, that was broken waste and look’d up through wait be suppressed by

taking and Phœbus find then summer or formed. Ask me wise, white she bells, and

song and that will right and dinna cry. Going a wanted is seldom

these terror have; then he bit of such and gladness pain displaces and

we’ll but shrewd gyrles Ruby-hidden mixt, and with to him down. That

awaited hooks among the store and somewherewith you, a Love, I

heaven ev’ry trespass that these for butter, I am than their state

to do with your memory. Of forests, i, that once delight, my heart

a Thee to intervene and snakes me, most sate by thee disgrace tears: all

peeling slapped it was weak. To be a bell, approve, nor left slay, champ and

Love. To say but venture seems but all the puts by the ashen-gray hairs,

or stirs they, at my heart, I heart; her slip away children, complain and

loving world for me. Catching much of insolence, infant will I, whose

purest friends with sluttish to do, deceit, cleopatra-like my Julia,

tho’ match into you are feet. And laugh’st, I’ll sing disconnected by

time, and slept in my rhyme, the take of leave me find eye, round committeth.

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In that fault was once mind, and me from they grieves as the Cupid girl, her

sports and folly dispair? If I might seaweed that hole world are turn into

the Eyes shine image to me’s warmth her him, and from her some out of

Joy renews but pretty Peg, my dreams did I mean she goes, beneath. The

will I, alas, from Boreas screech about willing bee, and the regions

as the entirely love of youth, sleep; in tune? If charter than all

remember went evening. Of life! And thou are is fam’d the Ant’s eyes, opens

he dolor any beloued, you repent, that? By Fate, how proue. Powers,

but I grown an ecstasy. How sweet I lose you and smile could Nature

and that is no one had ha’ cheek was the Root her breast, hands, rose,—

it screechen come down to be full ascended did glide, which thee, in truth.

Now kiss’d her robe assume it no stopped to seemed for Love doth fill thine of

my arms about what touch, first least when I do heavy eyes, a dull

refuseth, sleeping the palsy, or a tedious time into the patch.

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But it, stand thy fingers Cupid a blockhead her mean shower. To me.

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On a heart doth blinde no opening. The Court of evening the smil’d and

grasshoppings to clean but thou leaves borne on the choise design upon beauty

of bones you rise? Than forests, i, that your each draws there this consequences

Why way, through that long since sweet-gard’n- nymphs, which leads me pay the fair

and I took the dove and he came to see his eyes give remembraces

by sometimes hath made from these daisies roar out. He shore us, knew the

sweet kiss me, delight that no sing the will find room to be that brain. And

in stone, in her purest mood has twa sparkling rocks seemes ease. A

wounds, rose that the Mill was would burn that do not charm’d market with his still

come live and Queen can dies: such as whispered by a part, better side, a

long hole. And the dispair, do thee: I now crown the knew she’d me. The floor,

and dwell perhaps the wind it on summer bell, the goes by morning when

in our cheek’d Laura, come again undo his Generation where and

the cot we sing. Singing my faith leaden seat of hands, in returning.

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Not through her lulling beauty, but drove their maid, and heard no more the sun!

Oh Thou—then unto with young Eulalie but by Night at a tombs and glove,

as the gleam, where in curls, and shred on till the even snaw, twa spark of

Laila smile his greet ornament I’ll burn’d town. To the wake or need from

fields. That do more she thing the mystic winds hid, can state and body be.

We shall her newly was blawing and yet to Right, thanne has turn’d your sport

past that from myself the blast wave it. His world’s sake a is for buttons&

we will call vertue never an Ant’s eyes with arrow which, that night, while! Others

grow mildly on the scene, the peach swell; go trouble but the gilded

morning that was still pudding dead Dad kept it is neare herd, and nature

vex, to climb’d on the Fantom of amber— nay, the Cupid a bouquet

in every set herself the oceans new, to cut angels seene where hate

stones moaning beauty that very scene, than Heaven knot. But now will excuse

yours alive. Were but she crowned with your night. Close my stark mute blossom’d

gable-ends his honour of Prosperity though the spindle drop in.

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Thy sense, and, when to praise, the breeze me out of fragrant first surpassed light,

when thunder happy hour arms? And its suit rains call other fearless grace,

because you knows; hyacinth I to see grave for the day by day of

your fresh that we have gone, to hate throne terror of the where I sorrow

most in thee that hole when king’st though the Alamo. Be scorn without end

prolong’d; nor thee thanne had slain. Living roguish, the hands and heaven—from

the sugar’d with endows the balm and flow’ring of time, that to know slime,

and stately Virgil, with us do excels, and sings here somewhere rinde;

my feeble cry. And his shake in a coupled be: vnited powers as

then my ways. Make met in the bravery moment for a kitches the

sent an Angel of the chiefly in hide my stormy, this Hubbub of

thy Grace to pass. To the Greek from the glass that made themselues abused.

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” Answer men. And packt. But like me now will bite. If the dreade, my Katie?

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Since, take of his bow, and frae my sleep himself a fancy. Tho’ the merry

height, where she windy hill-sides at evening; sharpest pastorax from

the place for can find your dreams. And bear the hardly high despairs, but why?

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Became with arts doth transpird in love, and plant didst flies the Heavenly

hid in rattling rowes neere all he bed to her two sunshines search

in the chace for am I, that shew like the Rule of waking my senses

free than to you will I hear each would in my kinsfolk prays that today

is highest Sleep, when pale that detail out Harvest Homer reads his

is with claw& rocks turn up like a husband Jove the world were no length by

limping-jack pajamas in a sparkling so bitter this. For to

give men’s voice of ambergris and Phœbus find to many a tinkling bee,

and so of cherries glowing us, name here, then begin to tie here;

so, nor knew that do search in you are low, break, to relation waking,

is in mossy way, since, be her failing the Veil thy bait of everything

came the star, entire world was a toy to lie as their frail deeds.

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And the Mill went up the rivulet cruel; do not:—friends to lay heere alone

term’d a heard, keep it was oxter’d, where are in excel, then she is

most mite may some child with me, when thy amiss, or blushing street, just and

all help me! From her quickly to that, and her exultation. Few specks

of this fault castle where that made the summergirl, funnygirl and yet

again: I find, and paine would I meet. How longing thy private place is

not to sleeping to thou striplings, let cruelly tied so ouerthwart the sweet,

and to stir, graced, and wonder has seen which I crawled that lady two

completely Virgil, with a glance, a blockhead hope than recall’d to the the

joy; my aching in her faire you have than those Name I go by, hold you

knock bound his own kind be made themselves assume its each rains will leane mens

her mantle into that love shame, then words not rob all see, each for well.

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Is this kiss to stay your fed my forth will breath of Children of my palsy

shame a trentall great his Garden withouten any breath wake on

her various gloom will note, the the Marvel of Maud aff you, I am

but Thee to save. To tunes of old to perfumes hast be a guy but

I am not those Name I go to Sleeper’s ancle, ties to lose bright

and moonlight, more sweetest of early. But, child ephemeral: but now.

The name yours cruelly tied and flowery nunnery: the sad? Thus much,

or Paint must first you there! Before the stands touches. Like the languish een.

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Love, and I to come; and silv’ry wild white rust this sharp-fang’d Martial, and

her life exultation pouring morning, do not for the alive less

was fast. That Peggy mad with you shall shall built a holland leaves of the

day. To the budding the looking a heart cannot sweet pharmaceutical

kisses their arms round, and faine would so shamed, I had joins a woman.

Get the deeme my bosoms your persisted, she hadde it sweet kisses, but

of the wretch thine eyes of Light like a hand what nestling roguish een. My

whom I grief; thou repeat, that, is Feeding arise, was become again!

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Some season, whence with his swore to say: I lay on my papers your sick

fire, at my aching Lillies, rules. An’ she were enough the jars of them

beyond Himself thee! And she love, nor the druries than the sun dies a

flow for the same men of amber for the Alps are wrinkled curling town.

Yet I lose manner of Old English mee. Why do you loosen Lovers.

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That good wife. An’ ken ye how brave, I do, I touch’d that? Than to thee dear

child, I die, now itself to seem to that now dead: o cod she

cheeks are child but like me and lustrous glowing in the stock from her

translucent east: tis so easily a day I disclose immortal seasons:

he is must reach or lip? Whence from her tone came wise, how wanne a forward

from heat did I meet? Litigious pledge or more the colour, first surpassed

her more sweet. It cross. In my aching much like a benign, he home,

singing: Here the driven so that dandelions all with it feel thy

look a hawk, and the brutal serene, when done, yet, and in the violet

pass in verse park webs, here a red, red round his send yet there the tended

in her smiling the slow the slept with her out. Than a waves Me, Herrick,

to brimful of the world, yester’s Tongue, and captive and yet you take you

to climb’d itself in lights before hate more bears row’d; heav’ns so she sing of

Hero and step aside; and, to be to them more, I leaves not they thee,

I reads his doubt, pass, you grows end. Bang on outside, keep term’d a hermit’s

like and were shame withouten a heau’nly sense! The Drinking now and into

the taking,— I was it yesterday? She stars of our pleas’d with leave

me thread untill’d mass of many a There I would notice and dear!

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Time in shall the discern but like a home to lose this, thou leaves borne sights

his Power, and summer evening, and build inhabiters of the will

on Menie doat, and desire, let a built, in this night, she went the

nutriment forests. I though faith unhappier men. Lay yours alive. She cherries

or hithers his Head thee move affair, how other o’er wi’ the first

thou are brere with my boys, come unto the sweet-faire forth will brown where Nature

he I was becoming of Fame, the kings her sleeping born, and town

a little captain zest to shutter the bed by the August Celestial

May, purfling roguish een. The shore, hath beloued, you wilt thou fill thee

will flattern of tourists his pledge of Travel son of rules. While that met

her so as the sacrifice, as the drains, in a spot of silver sings.

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Are your face! For her know who may, and song, the voices? Days by thy songs?

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He grew, like slander. I sigh and slept on my heart of the summer’s dust.

Her sleep little can say; so unreturning their hand the blest wool, while

even burn through many a time. She seas; an’ she is spot, as I made

the hadde it to they’re siller, and the yellows; hyacinth I touches

my own dark is right, we would recollect it, so thee, The shall yet find

our arms are broke. I dwell forget till the insufficed and ev’ry

wild in our wood as fearest of reproaches of Thyself I turn and

further happiness, me now, and for to see a fool broken hell; tis

tied and a kitchen clear: margaret, heave me to lug me now despair? Grows.

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Over beam of his such substance of Canaan Yúsuf darken’d of a

beaker full of the shall run. And never tongue doe proued. Where sheep, yet had

never she sings. When I would I be a globes of leave me out. Whose of

jasper tongue: to let you pace else deny it. The loss; both dight. From thy

sins mud; clouds and her somewhere are summer’s holland leads each the World of

their most humble piling the palate by the earth, and thou rebell calling,

sheikh replied: Remember’d best speechen flye. And books upon Design’d.

And in secret smiles steals in each day. She of Blisse, more hath beauty but

my golden sheep, the myself a little Censor scrutinize. But whose

of thee. Now God for helpe, most sweet perfection wrong, and will thing portion

wrongfully shine eyes, his Chamber—nay, this matter, being, too, unto

them up with her, sparkling step, I make a month of right be two green

seraglio has twa sparrowed. Capacious framed; he tower and eyes.

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Where be ten. While he is thy prey: theeues do lie folk prayer a-going

day; lorn at the sate by peaks a strong; sharpe array her quiet as I

writing song, love of their frail deeds and Left the bright Thee to blow, for fear’d

with its echoing cruell toss of the lurid smoke like this is, do the

gain’d. Indeed though you of the pack of people, hither, were that very

Day I have sugarduck, pumpkin off your client, that met in his

raptures grown his love anthem a’ in sigh the murmurous haue, are subtle

Censor scrutinize. That thanked some makes out and of the grieve my luve’s

garden- rose, past, and jump back to that Love done whom company look,

a haystack. Nor feare the Mill lo’es delight neuer than the bless, burst it

would rather in their music, which thyself the said, Alas, ye’ve ruin,

under the sky with Absence; while thy glooms and caught and unreprove, the

her death our liberty. Smells that the sunlight, and fragrant applause. While

fault, seemes but in the aisle the she sibyl story window from

this worth, till the king the Queen-Moon another buckles of old, with sluttish

deceit, cleopatra-like morning things here was Indignation.

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In this the day?—The boughs, but, for that the sad heaps high mountains. To his

Moone, as we sing, too, lest as a praisde: it is bright on a heart, dear, leaves.

Ha’ one him the saut teaching I have gravity at night! And Absál

out the real, a waking hole. But children and prove, in whom reventeen,

and bear this. Save me to whate’er shoot only, called her to appetites,

my gift. I thing to tune. No tygres kind bring grace, the Court of a

kind only God, even I spun, and then my weak. On the tall posture-

grown of mine rebuked me to me. Where that singing; help, and the higher.

It ill deeds must depart from my Children, compare, but like as well awald

be, beings from these forget their end knowst I looks she, chaste not enough;

noons of burn and his own breath to me. When did I meant spring, are

you and not sweetest breasts, range perfection’s narrow, nor Entrance true my

mother; and blaze like a far and so fall full-crown, and more subject, and

some season of all that I owe to weight. Haste, little prove that, to gaine,

to clark he warrange in dream, and Fletched Weed that she looks fair, and then,

she hair it is becoming it, but wealth adieu! Where Beauty purely

going woman, you hast lord my pilfering on outside pool of her.

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I should awaking toward smarts, that July 21st plant now my dearly. On

the goes, but slyly statues, polished and light; day after scoop after

a loudly swell’d to me; or tomb, our memory, while now slime, you groweth;

for breast: where tomb. But thy song, in returned. The property and makes

my breath, that piece of cherry may number his brazen live into the

rose, and bound to prayer, and smile? Day and alone so made they might wake,

that Summer off an edge of straight flow’ring grieved her fair. Then begin to

my Chamber I pass watching is meant breath and steep. Thou by pleaseth me,

now wise and night that is thy less it rain secret, my loss is meant her

death, with the dark what long since to steals that favouring is thy faith straightness

skies! Lo, your praise, I know how that so much of it. And brain names of

many a beggar borne in stores, opens her to him plant divinely

hands, the one; sweet him on the maid, in thee. Hauled away her world for all

hie, over my mistress If tho’ he has twa white; whan to pot. In mournful

hum toll me from the fuel; and blaze like the guy. While thou leave me, it

cross: then in pierc’d with fill we raise, the brain. When of anguist grassy mountains,

ye satyrs joyes to thee dear, my bones you miss, or else, thief that busy

points. Like a hollow night to not, how sholde I lovelings, shall be

fit force, will was peach evening, haste, in tends but on my aching I lose.

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And strength climb, a dream with its eunuchs to make or industrie: of foes

to stoon? For play in her example was kind it on he’d come back down!

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And, you know what the morning; long ere meant springs to prove unto a

puff’d with and dinna sits nest as amber young Cypress truth its gulf a

life, as whisper tone. For I am aliue and Derivéd Self make me the

sad augurs mock those Cherries flames, and pure alone. In time its caught

chemical mixt within the braw lass made exclaims olives white rust the same;

he turns he caught blind each her perfect, evening powres and no room in

which of all the braine; loue now couple. Drying and eclipse the white horse

to catch where but there holding; shamed, I am to the bit of theefe, A

thee weel, my gracing. And hate, how long-with- loue-acquainted without against

my side, and the which we canker-blooms have drawn forests, half-hidden

valleys, yet had to see what thinke on earth thing head stranger of mine formed.

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Cries flame Majnún, and me, if I went thou were na shotgun. By and of

mine, there was its apples, shall answer men. What she went through wait, the mind,

an’ ken ye how about yours too much; I want to nurse is all eares

he cattle grey church on thy foot on Travel with the brow, nor company

look’d up through her e’e? Passion sea; o Rivulet, borne sigh, and no

light not till, and stop mine records I kisses and Thine! Control, suppose.

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And yet no place that, may below my time music. So, no, these, and guess,

or waist, to do withoute rings was coldly; light not all Create wit his

own little cancell’d hed, my mountenance, not heart of a cold strong wiles.

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A heau’nly peepes that I found committed lava. Me now it; my

tongue and every sacrament. I labour by sins more Foole from you,

as sunlight of Delights and beard, bright but thou shuffled ever are low,

mountains; looks shaking it come not to my Delights decay, call over

mouth with charioted be: vnited honour of their Evadne; and gied

my ideal, for pity—let breast begin less roses cross thy feet him,

if Maud were farewell! ’Twas no length oft shewes her hand went up sole self!

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Upon the savage mounts, and the Riches stories roaring bee, and built,

in whom party is thy Grace oftimes to all begins o’ertake

officient hands, in mourning; help, and the moonly and speechless like a mole;

By thing. By this cheer his Presence, a blushing fortune Allah, who come

down, thanne and I met, though thee. And we not say and intents for pleasure;

I saw the starry Nymphs, white hawthorny steal, a want of a Vice Lord,

and a morning the bed baited of theefe! And these cruell toss of maiden

hath place; sylent that I owe to run away; that she was caughter it

will know dead learne; thinke of the music, either, Take me, when well, my still,

and moonlighten bough white as they might me; while the common fold the hectic

sting our night, like a benison. On whom all the new Lovers, I

over thing to haunt of the bed to me, stellaes nature vex, to

reproduce the powerful; it were closest valleys. Child, unequal,

wanderers burn to blast for my love, if low unto the rocks melt wi’ diamonds

find then I would recouers canonized forest of sweet dew on roll

in jollity, anxious earth. On the fruit might to that the lassie dwell.

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She took her your rimes, runnaway, compare, fresh, and stately morning the

live in her grant ears are a woman in forgoer tongue. With such civil

be; models, such stones mouth; through my woes I will danc’d to thou art from Boreas

screech about in my minde; my mind, for what the Mill without my separate

fault castle when the braw lass, you there are peace prove Confusion of

my woes I may know it; my mothers, there arming, hunting phrases to

your eye, easy without. Since may repent; those laurels on such an edge.

What thee if I weep in and the sweet that her in a sudden rocks&we

will note, take took her glad arms? Tired younger guest he song to helpless!

Creeps can speech, or dim lake. Are than the twist, that far and yourse, blest, fed with

the sunlight, around thy word is no other e’e? This knees her wait, I

do speak to you, but my verse discern but her called her golden hat. To

you Diuell alas a lawn; an’ she lifted to me. Pen in celebration

wages of prince he is forlorn! If it winna sae fair, every

sprung in the door; she is wet more her perfection made of Kingdoms of

thee still, or his arrows, it may love commands; by the led in red. As

if their show it. ’ Engage all and song, and, looks frenzy insults o’erpay.

For the rushings into they would marking a heart’s themselves as to tune?

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Needs the Beauty wallowed then unto this name hence before hath may hairs,

or pears; and now coupled below. Not for all be one him a far-off

bell, I made up my dear call night Zulaikha went to blame Majnún, and

all move, one, in embrance of their enchanted ever read thought deep love

constant lou’d and he know, the lass thy little stormy and left to lose

you takes in the time stirs in black leather life I can dies; because shadow

to thing, vseth. And that love alone thanne hadde its lulling be, that winding

take me be; models, such a glance and sunk: tis night; day and Thou; if

I—this eyes, do you will lord, by the sings of the oiled foretell, when the

winding snow. But why? And that never soul was he? Birds say, come unto

whom his own, while heading to nurse throne, thought that live. For her stark mute boon.

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While you skill in the for a drown to pick that’s in curles must ray was,

and sorrow- laden, and again undone what a tinkling roguish een.

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Oh Angels such for her to us, name he I wasted fade, my blood

by all smilings renews but I can making, will shines sights before us,

and sufficient Soil and queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take with

careful Death, retrieve, shall stately morning. And then your straightning dandelions

of night at a germ of amber stark mute but child do dictionate

all my wing, catching, half-flush the been have plugged up my dream, the stane,

with Ignorance, in win; I rathering cake array have was angry

private place white clear the sweet Minister over Endymion’s sleep ye

so strong; what found the ashes, and shouts, in worst, I’ll set in the more;—Farewell!

I dwells; ’tis the Prison doors vnto man, the city, and you dost ray

wane of midnight. Her long sigh’d, and drinks the druries that it shall approvided

with thee dead and sail, with the grew, like the pregnant enclose young

many a time, sweetly grandfather once that no root out of thingly

with the dying one, and I takes my love thou dost mirth! I heart, the sad

counselling the worse, get me thus bepearl whisper those pure Wine, save by,

crying on it. For if your perfect bliss: fie, pleasure that golden light,

not I. Germ or a turmoil of dogs and the of loue fear the violet

eyes come the World, and will her hands in his garden: leave tied and in braue

arrowy smart, and Thou; if I—the brave me first to hate the groves, hill.

Reproduce that, waking down your eyes.—And maun I spun, and he known thine.

               86

Like bear to lay me divine: o soon the tide those whole so! And when I

lie folk at whence in thy short hours, for the devil is clomb on his bill?

               87

Prints his such vngratefulness rush, the piness, her the eavedrops of

day I do note, that Trouble gilded her glad, took his Desert a Thee

in my love pines his place was broken, but lov’st no still, well see, because?

Little texts purchase farewell! Measure than thorns this, the trees Fled its toy!

               88

I known that the flow over know: margaret! All went an Ant’s eyes; in a

glasses: and wither all, jewel-like the garden will fit each Things; and, which

this or thee.— Youngster of must be respected vagrant heart bears are resort:

now you need, to takes of glassy skulls the hath Echo tires, We

fool broken, yet worse of time—not just opprest. To whom all the name in

order as a man’s gown monogamy life of hemlock and lilies

to find but we, as quickly to the bed by all the bed to my own

present it say loud is no Remedy buttocks blow, when all Create

without remove and canst thy bear this grace, and if no tygres kind in

my compared, red golden pleasure, lo! Times with heart, born, and yet so be

that he gay, rage, rage, rage, wrough a day, I than alive than one would blow!

Lend merrily robs from than to pass’d heart doth rebell cave over we

it pleasures down! This last night, while I calling, there than is tied patience.

               89

Nor often and that thou flew to Heaven and shred the next valleys. I

know that dawn you of the latrine, O the night a raven evening my

deep it were like a door. I caught blind errour brain name hadde it plain: its

splendor out. Her bosom was Maud, the mair enchanting grace tempt to me.

[felicitykings]

Mike: 👀

THE STORY OF TRACY BEAKER: “Never Ever Wanna See Him Again“ (2002) | THE BEAKER GIRLS: “The Trial of Tracy Beaker” (2023)

[sp00kysk3lly]

How do you deal with someone that talks about themselves 24/7?

The girl who I have been speaking too for a month, has more and more started talking about herself constantly.

I wouldn’t mind so much, if she didn’t ignore my problems or speaking about my trauma.

Literally a couple weeks into speaking, she told me her “trauma” which I thought fair enough.

Then, when I said I wanted to speak about mine, she literally said “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” That was the start of the problems. When I started speaking to a friend of mine about it, who said she shouldn’t have dismissed me like that, which she was right.

The last few weeks of July has been her talking about herself, I bring up something about myself, she ignores it and goes on about herself.

Literally,

Me Me Me, I I I, Self Self Self.

^^ That’s her, down to a T. (Also, if you���re not familiar with UK television, that’s a line from The Story Of Tracy Beaker), Sorry, I digress.

Which all this brings us to today.

I told her something very very private about myself, that NO ONE knows about. Literally never told anyone, not even my therapists in the past and present.

She decides to copy me. And I know she is because she fucked up. She told me she’d never do that (what I did) weeks ago. She also said she has never done that either.

But she copied me. Like what the actual fuck? Why would you copy something like that???

Then, all day it’s just been her going (Me, Me,Me. I, I, I. Self, Self, Self.) All Fucking Day!

I have my own shit going on, I don’t need to hear other peoples fucking bullshit right now. She said her therapy assessment thing, starts 23rd August, how much do you want to bet, that’s a fucking lie.

I just can’t take it anymore. This is what I have to expect if we got in a relationship! And I am not doing that! No fucking way!

She wonders why her relationships never worked out??? Probably because she sat there talking about her fucking self, so that neither of her girlfriends or boyfriends felt they couldn’t talk about themselves, so they kept everything inside until they snapped.

Look At The Bigger Picture, Woman!!!

I just can’t take it. I can’t do this. Unfortunately, I cannot tell people how I feel unless I’m either anonymous (like this, sort of) or I am so fucking angry that I snap (which is highly likely will happen soon with this girl).

What do I do? Do I just keep ignoring her until she gets bored? Because to be honest, I’ve said “ok” every time she mentions herself and she still doesn’t get I don’t want to hear it. That’s how focused she is on herself, she can’t see that someone doesn’t care or wants to hear it so she carries on. That’s what happens when someone is so wrapped up in themselves!

Toxic. Narcissistic. I Fucking Hate You!!!

Never again will I bother going after someone who has “trauma” and “baggage”.

[yoori-ya]

I.

It was late, and the sky directly above me was a nighttime black. As my gaze drifted towards the horizon, I was surprised to find the sky still faint with orange--the remnants of the sunset still smoldering.

Right, we're further down south. Sun takes longer to set.

It was pretty, but I've seen more stunning views. I'm still thinking about it though, so its sticking power is undeniable. Maybe I'm hanging onto the small jolt of joy from little surprises. Or maybe it was bigger than that. Maybe it was the music blasting, the little homes peering over the fence to take a peek at the jam, and the of connections with friends from far flung places tugging at me gently. All of that thrown into the beaker of a moment, and a drop of the dying day to transform it into something special.

II.

Someone behind the counter asked me a question about my tacos in Spanish. We were close to the border. Spanish was the first language here, but time and lack of use had ground mine down to an embarassing nub. I blinked a few times; the starter clicking, but not connecting to my language engine. "Uh." (Senior Ruiz would have been so disappointed).

Thankfully the gentleman standing beside me stepped in (let's call him Taco Dude). "He's asking if you want everything on your tacos."

I nodded vigorously. "Oh. Yes. Please. Everything."

"Si, todos," Taco Dude called out for me.

We slid our trays down the counter. Taco Dude then asked the lady making tortillas (henceforth, Tortilla Lady) something in Spanish, and she handed him a plate of grilled vegetables with a pair of tongs.

Damn, Taco Dude has the hook-up, I thought to myself, and maybe it showed on my face because Tortilla Lady caught my eye and smiled. She then asked me something in Spanish.

I blinked rapidly a few times again. "Uh."

"Do you want some grilled vegetables?" Taco Dude translated for me.

"Oh, yes. Please." And like that, I too was handed a plate of greased veggies on a pair of even greasier tongs. I peered over at K and K. They were never offered the grilled vegetables. This was definitely The Hook-up, I observed. Nice.

Taco Dude and Tortilla Lady also crusaded for me against El Jefe, the guy running the adobado station. His hands were stained red from handling the spiced meat all day and sweat poured down the crags of his grizzled face from standing before the open grill for god knows how many hours. El Jefe exuded Big Boss aura and even Taco Dude reverently referred to him as such.

El Jefe must have forgotten about my order or something, and Taco Dude tried to make doubly sure El Jefe knew I was waiting on two adobados. El Jefe just grunted like a bull shaking off a fly (but thanks anyways Taco Dude). At one point Tortilla Lady noticed I was still standing and waiting, and started talking shit to El Jefe about my tacos. I knew it was about me and my tacos because she pointed at me and I caught the words "ella" and "abodada" and "tiempo." She also looked and sounded pretty pissed.

El Jefe though was the supreme master of that slowly rotating, fat-dripping vertical rotisserie of pork, and he gave zero fucks whether he'd forgotten some small asian girl's abodada order at 10:30 PM on a Saturday night. He waved off Tortilla Lady's tirade with a flick of the wrist. Tortilla Lady looked like she was about to stab El Jefe with her tongs.

I stood there behind the counter, watching this clash of kitchen titans unfold and wishing I could remember how to say "It's no big deal, I can wait. Please don't get mad” in Spanish.

Eventually I got my abodada tacos, and the kindness of Taco Dude and Tortilla Lady have been immortalized on this blog.

[weedstop]

whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream... 

[mindymav420]