#moving on i love how you drew the scene of them in the field

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I love this so much!!! Considering that I have just discovered that there's a tag limit, lemme finish up my thoughts:

The details are so good and I love how colorful and cute and wonderful this all is!! And since tumblr so rudely cut me off before I could address the last part--I love Warriors' nightmare vision of the trouble the two of them would get into when they're older. Legato's outfit especially looks so swishy and fun!!

Thank you so much for drawing <333

@starlight-eclipsed

Thu 31 Oct I read this chapter

and I said I wanted to Drawl a picture of four and Legado out in the field

End it has spun very much out of control

it was only supposed to be one and then I read the next chapter but it was only supposed to be two and then so on and so forth

<3

But wait there’s more because I decided to draw legato all grown up I thought it be fun and it was fun and Wind came along for the ride and I did a little doodle of warriors panicking

I love your work it’s always so enjoyable to read and trying to figure out how to drawing your scenes from your work are so fun

And I look forward to see how legatos adventure continues I hope you have a blast writing it

[nalyra-dreaming]

I have a question because I don't remember what actually happened in the books, just what impression it left on me. But I keep seeing people talking about Armand and Lestat like it was this grand passionate MUTUAL love affair and I always saw it as pretty one-sided on Armand's side. Lestat came to love him eventually, but to me it was never passionate or romantic. More like the way you have love for someone who has been around most of your big life moments so that history creates connection and love. More of a platonic, familial type of thing. But then I just saw someone describe them as "feral for each other" and I'm confused. Am I remembering wrong? Or are people creating headcanons?

Wellllllllll.... It depends a bit on how you want to see it I guess.

I do think that Lestat is mightily attracted to Armand. And Armand to him. And in the "Cinderella scene" (I'll post it below), there is a lot of talk about love and desire.

But it also becomes clear through the scene that Armand is spell-binding Lestat, in order to (force-) feed on him. And thereby blows it - ultimately forever.

And against the far wall, a backdrop of satin and filigree, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, like something imagined, Armand. Armand. If there had been a summons, I never heard it. If there was a greeting, I didn't sense it now. He was merely looking at me, a radiant creature in jewels and scalloped lace. And it was Cinderella revealed at the ball, this vision, Sleeping Beauty opening her eyes under a mesh of cobwebs and wiping them all away with one sweep of her warm hand. The sheer pitch of incarnate beauty made me gasp. Yes, perfect mortal raiment, and yet he seemed all the more supernatural, his face too dazzling, his dark eyes fathomless and just for a split second glinting as if they were windows to the fires of hell. And when his voice came it was low and almost teasing, forcing me to concentrate to hear it: All night you've been searching for me, he said, and here I am, waiting for you. I have been waiting for you all along. I think I sensed even then, as I stood unable to look away, that never in my years of wandering this earth would I ever have such a rich revelation of the true horror that we are. Heartbreakingly innocent he seemed in the midst of the crowd.

Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of the kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn't come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them out on my own. Yet never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this. And it seemed in a murmuring pulse of thought he gave me to know that I had been very foolish to think it would not be so. Who can love us, you and I, as we can love each other, he whispered and it seemed his lips actually moved. Others looked at him. I saw them drifting with a ludicrous slowness; I saw their eyes pass over him, I saw the light fall on him at a rich new angle as he lowered his head. I was moving towards him. It seemed he raised his right hand and beckoned and then he didn't, and he had turned and I saw the figure of a young boy ahead of me, with narrow waist and straight shoulders and high firm calves under silk stockings, a boy who turned as he opened a door and beckoned again. A mad thought came to me. I was moving after him, and it seemed that none of the other things had happened. There was no crypt under les Innocents, and he had not been that ancient fearful fiend. We were somehow safe. We were the sum of our desires and this was saving us, and the vast untasted horror of my own immortality did not lie before me, and we were navigating calm seas with familiar beacons, and it was time to be in each other's arms. A dark room surrounded us, private, cold. The noise of the ball was far away. He was heated with the blood he'd drunk and I could hear the strong force of his heart.

He drew me closer to him, and beyond the high windows there flashed the passing lights of the carriages, with dim incessant sounds that spoke of safety and comfort, and all the things that Paris was. I had never died. The world was beginning again. I put out my arms and felt his heart against me, and calling out to my Nicolas, I tried to warn him, to tell him we were all of us doomed. Our life was slipping inch by inch from us, and seeing the apple trees in the orchard, drenched in green sunlight, I felt I would go mad. "No, no, my dearest one, " he was whispering, "nothing but peace and sweetness and your arms in mine. "

"You know it was the damnedest luck! " I whispered suddenly. "I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home. " Yes, yes, his lips tasted like blood, but it was not human blood. It was that elixir that Magnus had given me, and I felt myself recoil. I could get away this time. I had another chance. The wheel had turned full round. I was crying out that I wouldn't drink; I wouldn't, and then I felt the two hot shafts driven hard through my neck and down to my soul. I couldn't move. It was coming as it had come that night, the rapture, a thousandfold what it was when I held mortals in my arms. And I knew what he was doing! He was feeding upon me! He was draining me. And going down on my knees, I felt myself held by him, the blood pouring out of me with a monstrous volition I couldn't stop.

"Devil! " I tried to scream. I forced the word up and up until it broke from my lips and the paralysis broke from my limbs. "Devil! " I roared again and I caught him in his swoon and hurled him backwards to the floor.

Now, Lestat fights Armand off after this, but I think this is what a lot of the passion stems from - and also the reason why it will never come to pass.

Because Lestat does desire Armand. But Armand forced him, just after Magnus forced him. And that ended it, before it could really start, until time changed it into a more gentle love.

[gildedkrone]

Ooh. Enemies to lovers but the roles reverse....like what if Reader is working with Shadow Company and Ghost is angsty...before, after or during the mission where Graves betrays them maybe???

I also gotta say the last one you did was so beautifully painful and I love it. 😂

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Love doth grow in the shadows

I'm not the proudest over this fic but I hope its what you asked for and yes, I am giving this a happy ending because I'm a good boy.

Relationships: Ghost x Male Reader Synopsis: Shadow soldier you couldn't possibly be with him. Years later, you meet him again. A/N: Written to cardigan by Taylor. Master List

Your heart is his. It was never meant to be his, you know that clearly. Nothing was ever meant to be yours or his. Infiltrating the 141 was easy; you with your charms and quips made you a hit with Gaz and Soap. Your experience made you a hit with Price and eventually, with Ghost.

You think you would be closest with Soap and his antics, ever funny and outgoing but he draws your attention greedily. The masked lieutenant, Ghost is stoic but you find him to be a rock in sea of nerves. Steady as ever and a presence to be reckoned, he is the stability you’ve never had growing up.

And how generous he was with it. He doesn’t say much but his presence is all encompassing. It’s warm, like blanket after use and occasionally, he gives some advice when the road gets tough. The advice is always realistic, as he must be, but with free of judgement and from a heart scarred by the past.

Illicit affairs, is what this is. Instincts are screaming to stop this farce before you are in too deep and no longer able to escape. Graves is up to no good and your hands are no longer the same steady ones at the start of the mission. The image of them in a ditch bleeding out and dying haunts your sleep.

Would you still be able to kill them if Graves commanded it?

Shadow soldier you don’t belong here. But the smiles and the casual interactions are fire to moths and you can’t help if your heart desires to be cherished. To be needed. To be wanted by someone.

“Good job, soldier. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

His words are the blossom of flowers in spring and the sun on the wilted fields of your heart. It’s so cruel, to desire what is within reach but never to stay forever.

Does he know what his words do to you?

Your scars, bleeding from the hearts he drew around them. The late nights when you accompanied him in piles of paperwork is some of your favourites. Getting to be with him, and just him in his office where you pretended this was what mattered in the world.

Just him and you.

He’s sardonic and weathered by the rain and time but in the shell of a man, there’s a good heart beating there. He’s helpful around the recruits. He’s always there to lend his ear even if he has mountains of work to get through. He’s been there every time you needed him.

And a week ago, he took you out to a cat café. Paid for the drinks and to thank you for helping him with the paperwork. The mind is a maze but at the end is the scenes of domesticity, you and him in an apartment lazing on the couch while the TV plays something meaningless.

It makes it all the harder to what needed to be done when all the heart wants is to just be with him. Hold him and be his. You split from the group and stopped beside Graves before the convoy sets off for Alejandro’s base or soon-to-be Graves’ base.

“In twenty, we will relieve them of their duties. Hop into the vehicle with them and keep them in. Don’t mess this up, shadow.”

Soap and Ghost are in the backseat of the vehicle and you take the front passenger seat. The sergeant is in high spirits and Ghost is relaxed into the seat with his shoulders lax and head against the headrest. The men are in high spirits and the convoy starts to move. It’s a death march towards base and Graves is in the lead car with Alejandro.

Fingers grasp the sidearm in your thigh holster. His eyes are in the rear view mirror and it hurts, hurts everywhere to shatter the trust you’ve scrounged together with him. He doesn’t deserve this and he blinks slowly.

What’s wrong?

The Shadows weren’t new to compromised agents and previously, you scoffed at the mention of it. How could good men ever betray their comrades and fail the mission?

Now? You aren’t so sure and the wavers in your heart are shaking the needles of your moral compass. When did the road forward vanish into seas of sand and leave you stranded in the junction of decisions? The warehouse comes into sight and the vehicles stop.

Graves give his whole speech about taking the base and Alejandro is knocked out first. The men are on edge and Graves gestures for you to move to him.

“Come here, Shadow.”

Soap is surprised and Ghost is gripping his rifle. His eyes are hurt, and they ask you, is this real? You knew he would curse your name for eons to come as you step away from him to stand beside Graves. The look of hurt is replaced by an anger ferocious as the sun in his eyes.

It hurts more than anything in the world.

“Nobody needs to get hurt today. Put down the guns and stay there.”

Your body moves on autopilot and raise the rifle just as the other soldiers do.

“This is what a Shadow should be. Discreet, fast and blending into their environments. And now, we have ourselves a victory.�� Graves pats your shoulder. “The honours is all yours.”

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The celebrations are huge but it’s hollow. Meaningless beyond comparison with your birthday spent with them and the party Soap threw. Drinks are served and shadows congratulate you on the victory.

The cells are quiet and you stop before his cell.

A click using the key easily swiped from Graves’ office and the door unlocks gently. He is fast and your neck is caught in a grip of immense strength. The anger simmering in his eyes are covering the hurt deep down and he knows.

He knows you will let him do whatever he wanted.

“You don’t have a lot of time. There’s a vehicle parked outside idling.”

The door to Soap’s cell unlocks easily and the guard is off on his piss break. An embrace is all you want from him and he looks to Soap. Ignoring you like the stain on his boots.

“I trusted you.”

“I know.”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“You never should have.”

They are running down the halls and out of the base through a back door before anyone can notice anything. The vehicle takes off and you put on an act when the base alarm sounds upon the guard’s notice of the missing prisoners.

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Retirement is a bitch. Graves never did find out how they escaped and the last thing you heard was the man dying in a tank explosion. The latte is sweet in a café in Munich and you reach for the place where a straw is supposed to be.

“Oof, excuse me,” as you bump into someone on the way to the counter.

You look at the person and it’s him. Even without the mask and the heaps of military gear, it’s him.

“Simon.” He reaches his hand out.

He nods at the sound of your name and shakes your hand. Maybe there is a chance to still start over with him. An old cardigan, he puts you on and calls it his favourite in a quiet Thursday in a café in Germany.

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I knew you would come back to me, as I would to you.

[untitled5071]

Hi! here’s a oneshot request. I would love a fic of them going out on a cute date! They unfortunately didn’t get to do that in the movie and it makes me sad, they deserve a cute date 🩵🪡⚡️

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Sneaking into drive-in movies was almost laughably easy. 

Lisa snuck ahead to try to scope out the scene, delighted to find that there were very few cars to block their view, and even fewer people to spot them on the little hill just to the left of the field the screen was in. Cult films were hardly the kind that drew the Brookside crowd in, which is exactly what Lisa was banking on. With a self-satisfied smile, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted back into the woods where her undead boyfriend was waiting. 

She found him exactly where she left him, a picnic basket dangling from one hand and a folded blanket clasped in the other. He was wearing one of her dad’s sweaters; it hung slightly large on his thin frame, but the black and purple really brought out the dark circles around his eyes, and his regular pants. When she came into view, his sunken eyes locked onto her and his pale lips spread in a sickeningly fond smile, one that only widened when she took both of his hands and pulled him towards the spot they would be watching the movie from, spreading her eyes wide and presenting the site of their date with all the bravado a ringmaster would a circus. 

“Here we are! The best date sight in all of Brookside for people who can’t be seen in public because of their growing criminal record!”

The still-nameless creature surveyed the area approvingly, dropping his burdens at the spots Lisa pointed to. Together, they unfurled the large crocheted afghan that Lisa’s mother had made and placed it over the fallen leaves and slightly damp grass, Lisa bending down to smooth it out while the creature lugged over the picnic basket and laid it on top. The two of them crawled on top of the afghan and settled in the middle, sides pressed together while Lisa started to pull things out of the basket and the creature watched fondly. 

She laid out two cans of Pepsi Free, some Doritos, popcorn, some various Hostess snack cakes, peach rings, licorice, Milk Duds and any other slightly appealing movie food she could have possibly grabbed from the convenience store downtown. Along with them, she produced some napkins, a small portable radio, and a set of travel pillows. She spread the items out accordingly; the snacks and napkins in front of them within easy reach, the pillows behind them The radio she laid between them at their feet, and she fiddled with the dial until she landed on the station that was tuned into the movie while her lover started at the dancing cartoon food on the giant screen, entranced by the wonders of the future. 

“I always felt like they were trying to trap you, ya know? Cute singing popcorn and soda, telling everyone to go to one specific place in a dark field, seems like they’re either about to murder you or brainwash you into buying way more food than you could ever comfortably eat in the span of two-ish hours and then you;re stuck lugging it all home or throwing away enough popcorn to feed a small family.”

As he always did when she got going, the creature sat back and listened to her go, watching her lips moving a million miles a minute with a lovestruck grin on his, utterly lost in the speed and passion with which she spoke about things he hardly understood. It didn’t matter though; he would listen to her talk about whatever for as long as she wanted. 

Eventually, the few meager previews rolled past and eventually ended, and the main feature began. Lisa opened a can of Pepsi Free with a small crack and tore the bag of peach rings unevenly down the side, sliding a few onto her fingers as the creature opened his arm to her, and she snuggled into his side, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest (she was still so fascinated by the fact that he was breathing, regardless of how much air he actually required) as the Geffen Company logo faded out and the dramatic narrator began his spiel. 

The living and not-really-entirely living couple rested their heads against each other as the story of a meek flower shop worker and his unfortunate entanglement with a killer plant began to unfold, Lisa’s thoughts spilling out of her mouth as soon as they landed in her brain and the creature nodding along, expertly dividing his attention between his girlfriend and the film.

 He was a bit startled by the movie’s iconic puppet, gesturing frantically at the screen and then the woods around them, but Lisa just gently grabbed his hands to calm him before explaining that no, giant plants like that don’t exist, it was just a puppet, and then a five minute long rant about the benefits of practical effects versus the relatively new marvel of computer animation. He listened fondly, rubbing a hand up and down her arm and rubbing small circles into her flesh. 

When the main character’s conscience started to catch up with him and he went to confront his horticultural demons, Lisa shivered, and the creature noticed the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared on her skin. He tilted his head her way and grunted inquisitively, miming a shiver when she locked eyes with him. 

“Yeah, I’m a little chilly. It’s my fault for not watching the forecast for tonight, but I can’t manage to make it past the evening news report before I get too bummed out, you know? Especially since most of the local reports nowadays are about the ‘disappearances’ around town and I’m trying not to give myself away, right? I guess tulle was also a bad choice of sleeves but you have to admit this top looks amazing on me, right?”

The creature chuckled silently, nodding in agreement at her assessment of her outfit before holding up a finger, telling her to wait before leaning back, arranging the pillows behind them to his liking before laying down, beckoning Lisa with his stitched-on hand. She complied immediately, snuggling into his side while his arms wrapped around her, the movie almost entirely forgotten in front of them. 

They laid like that, Lisa’s head buried in her boyfriend’s neck while he played tenderly with her curls as the songs continued to play, and as a romantic ballad started up, Lisa shifted to lay her head on the creature’s chest, his hold adjusting accordingly so she never left the protective circle of his arms. She sighed, and at his answering warble, she tilted her head so she was looking up at him with wonderstruck eyes. 

“How can you be so warm?” 

Her undead lover looked at her adoringly before reaching over and booping her on the nose, making her scrunch it teasingly. 

“Me?”

The creature nodded, and Lisa exhaled softly, eyes soft and dreamy. Carefully, the creature leaned his head forward and gave her a gentle peck on the forehead, making her smile widen. When he went for the next one, she leaned up herself and met him in the middle, their lips connecting once, twice, three times as the movie’s soundtrack swelled behind them. They stayed that way, locked in each other's arms as the credits rolled and the headlights of the cars below flicked to life and departed. As the screen was turned off for the night, they laid together on their blanket and watched the stars, silent but content in their chosen company. 

They would have to do this again tomorrow night. 

[fountainpenguin]

"'cuz half the time I can't love right, and I can't have sex and we both get quiet... Boy, I must be one f'd up guy ... It'll be fine- Quick, let's get married!" (x)

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51. Connection - "Here, here- You hold Devin. Oh, look at his little feet... Have you got him? How's it feel?" "..."

50 scene snippets about two rich kids in Dimmsdale... and the newlywed life that came tumbling after.

OR, Dale and Hadley are doing their best. Maybe that can be enough.

(First 5 prompts under the cut)

- Blood warning (Hunting & field dressing a deer)

Saturday July 13th, 2002 - Sunday April 20th, 2014

Summer of the Last Berry - Spring of the Patient Lizard

1. Brown

None of the kids who'd worked the lemonade stand had brown eyes. Not like these ones, glassed over the way marbles shone. Life made its fortune in thin and fleeting things. Even the deer knew that. Dale loomed above it with his knife to watch its black tail quiver one last time. It died, probably, before it hit the ground. Soft summer grass bloomed beneath its snow-white neck patch. Crunchy leaves would make hunting 10 times harder when autumn lashed around. You could see the deer better through the trees, though. Hadley told him that on the drive up.

Sunlight striped the buck's bronze sides, which had thrummed in breath just seconds ago. Its eyes locked on skyward things. Had the deer gotten one last look at the sun before it tripped and fell? Or did it die in darkness, head in shadow while it grazed?

"That was close," said the girl beside him, leaning the gun against her shoulder. You could smell Dimmsdale pride straight on her. Dale flared his nostrils, breathing in the scent of blood and fur. And dirt, and morning's chill. Hadley patted his arm twice, her fingers warm even through his baggy sleeve. Mud and water splattered both hems of her camo pants. "But you really kept us in suspense. I thought you weren't going to shoot."

Those big, dark eyes…

2. Saw

Dale never hunted with his dad growing up. He wasn't old enough; it wasn't legal. But Hadley moved like a spider, following all her dad's field dressing instructions to the letter. After clean-up for the pictures, she jabbed her knife straight in the deer's stomach and drew it down the belly. Dark blood seeped out to the grass… and then came handfuls of goopy guts. Dale took every breath without blinking, but kept out of Hadley's way as she and her dad did their thing. Doug Dimmadome - his own dad - patted Dale twice on the shoulder.

"Now, that right there, son, is a thing of beauty. That's a Grade-A shot! Looks like you hit the brain. We'll make a hunter of you yet."

"Mmhm."

"Have you ever made an antler pen, Dale?" Mr. Leadly asked, running his thumb across one antler branch. They glimmered milky white. They looked funny where they sprouted from the head; you could see how tufts of fur bent to make way for giant forks.

"I haven't, sir." And, sensing this might be Leadly's way of turning the conversation to business, he followed that statement with, "Do you manufacture them for Pencil Nexus?"

Mr. Leadly beamed. Dale let out his breath. Good. I guessed right. When the man - short, but totally strong, and almost unrecognizable wearing camo instead of scalding yellow - motioned him over, Dale moved to stand above the deer. Blood and guts ran like water through Hadley's hands. Ew. She glanced up at Dale just long enough to smile and push that wild russet hair back from her eyes. Oh, she got that color from her mom, definitely- Not from Mr. Leadly. The way she wiped her fingers left a smear of blood across her cheek. Dale moved one hand to touch it, then stopped himself.

I'm not the babysitter anymore. She can do it herself. She peered up at him like a grim reaper decoration in the yard on Halloween. Uhhh. Dale hadn't seen a Halloween for 7 years.

He turned his silent stare to Leadly again. The man made another gesture with his hand to guide Dale's eyes to the dirtied antlers. "We don't sell many finished antler pens at my company; a couple personalized batches each year. I enjoy the process, but it's more of a hobby than a savvy business move. I can set you up with a pen-making kit; we sell plenty of those. You carve the antlers with a saw, and you need a lathe. Ever used one of those?"

"No, sir." Leadly's bright-eyed energy seemed to relax everyone- His dad, Hadley, and Leadly himself. Dale scratched his arm, avoiding face to face contact until he caught his breath. But when he did, he met Leadly eye to eye. "I'd love the opportunity to work with you. Can you teach me how to saw?"

The best opportunities in life hail from networking. For a Dimmadome, hunting with the Leadly family is never just about the hunt.

3. Addition

"That fits you pretty good," Hadley told him, looking his camo outfit up and down. Dale pulled his mouth from the waterfall just enough to see her reflection in the stream. Well… He tried to, at least, though water dribbled down his hair and stung his eyes. At least it tasted clean and fresh. It hadn't been this way underground. Stinky or salty- Those were your two options in the Dimmsdale tunnels. You always pick stinky if you can't take fresh. Dale blinked, wiping splatters off his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah… Your dad gave this to me. Don't you have a brother?"

"Yeah, two older ones." Hadley moved closer, reaching out to touch a wrinkle in his hat. "I'm glad you're putting it to use. My dad wanted to throw it all away."

"It fits great. I'm low on clothes right now."

"Do you want more? I mean, if you're going to use them, I can get them for you. They'd just get tossed if my dad gets his hands on them."

"… Okay. That sounds nice."

4. Numerous

"Oh, she was serious," Dale realized when the summer meet-up rolled around. Not much changed with Dimmsdale's traditions, evidently- The Fancy Schmancy Country Club had hosted this picnic every year since before he was born. Up on the hill, he had a pretty good view of Mr. Leadly's truck idling on the other side of the fence. He, Hadley, and Hadley's older sister - Harper - were unloading cardboard boxes of stuff from the back… and even from up here, Dale could read the giant labels. He set the plate aside and sprinted down to join them. Hadley, a huge box in hand, lurched back from the truck on wobbly legs. She'd dressed in pencil colors for this, just like her dad, but a desktop drinky bird would've fit the moment better.

"Whoa, whoa-"

"I got it." Dale caught the box's edge. He must've been too quiet running up, though, because Hadley jumped. The box slipped from her fingertips. Oops. Dale grabbed the corner and helped it down more gently. No damaged goods today. "Are these all clothes for me?" That's what the Sharpie scrawled across the side said. "No way… Is all this from your brothers?"

"Sure is! I collect stuff! It's a whole thing." Hadley thumped a second box on the ground, then flipped attention to Dale with a wolf-bite grin. "I've kept it for years because I wanted to wear it someday, but I don't think it'll ever fit. They're my half-brothers, and my mom's first husband was way taller. It shows. If the hunting gear fit you, everything here should too."

Dale tilted his head. April sunlight had washed away a long time ago; he wasn't fresh from the underground anymore. These days, the air tasted like ocean, bug spray, and water melon. He'd stocked his closet with enough outfits to get by (You could thank his dad's assistant for that). But everything she'd bought looked slick and classy… Lots of black, white, buttons, and shiny cufflinks. Bowties, too. Hadley'd worn a huge white bow on her chest for as long as Dale could remember, so she must be into that. Maybe I can pass mine to her sometime; fair exchange.

Or he could try to sell them off. Make some extra cash. That wouldn't be a bad idea, especially since Dad wouldn't let him have a credit card (even though he turned 16 back in May). If Dad disappeared someday like Mom had - so Dad claimed - then keeping his own cash on hand might be a lifesaver. The precariously perched Dimmsdale estate sat on a cliff out by the ocean, so… running back to Dad to ask for spare change wasn't super practical on a shopping day.

He'd probably make a mess if he pried the boxes open here on the sidewalk, but he could see an embroidered rocket peeking through the folded lid. His heart beat a little faster. I've NEVER had rocket clothes before…

"Thanks. Really. I'll put this stuff to use."

5. Reign

Okay, he'd admit it… Hadley reigned supreme in anime trivia. Still, she had NOTHING on his Crash Nebula know-how.

"You'd like my friend Timmy," she said, tossing her head in a laugh. "I think he won a Crash Nebula trivia contest on live TV or something? I should ask him!"

"Hey, any friend of Timmy's is a friend of mine." When he showed Dale his room, he had Crimson Chin comics on the bed and a Crash Nebula video game they'd played for ages until Dad was ready to take him home. The words sounded so cliché, but they made a lot of sense.

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[blackhairedjjun]

I should be working on my own prince txt wip, but through the day I keep thinking about foec jjun and reader! So here's a soft thought, I hope you don't mind...

I keep thinking about this couple on Valentine's day, because I just know they'd have the sweetest surprises for each other. I think Yeonjun would have a plan for a while before the occasion. He heard of a flower field not too far away that is in full bloom for the season, and from that moment, he knew he had to take you. He would arrange to take you there on Valentine's day, excited every time he thought of the plan the whole month before and your face when you laid eyes on the place.

He'd be so giggly and just beam the whole morning, and you'd never seen him like this but you were loving it. He said he was taking you on a nice walk, but then ushered you into a carriage. Not telling where you were headed, he'd just smile a full beam grin and raise your joined hands to kiss your knuckles each time you asked. Soon before the carriage stopped, Yeonjun drew the curtains closed to prevent you from seeing out the window, causing you to grow more curious of your destination.

When Yeonjun stepped out and reached his hand to help you down, you felt excited butterflies, the ones that still came to visit even after you'd been married a while. With your hand clasped inside his, he lead you around the back of the carriage, off the dirt road and onto grass. The moment you emerged from the back of the vehicle, your eyes were hit by a sea of colour, stretching out as far as you could see. The field was a beautiful display, the sun shining just right over the flowers, the light breeze causing them to sway and dance, and it took your breath away.

You looked up to see your husband with an even wider smile than he'd had all day, you hadn't thought it possible. His eyes were dazzling with affection and admiration, only he wasn't looking at the beautiful scene of nature before him – he was admiring you. Your speechless reaction and wide eyes were exactly what he had pictured when he'd imagined bringing you here, even better seeing it in front of him. You looked at each other with so much love, as you did every other day, glad you could share in these small joys together for the rest of your lives.

(I'm not sure where foec is set or what season February would be for them, so I left the flower colour and type vague for you to imagine whatever you like :)) 💗

CEE OMG... THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL HFKSHKDJJD im smiling like an idiot at lunch lmao 🥰🥰🥰 i absolutely agree that foec!jjun would be the type to dote on you and surprise you, he knows how hard you had to work as a gardener and now he wants to make sure you feel cared for and loved <3

also just IMAGINING the look in yeonjun's eyes when you see the flower field, eyes shining full of love... aaaahh butterflies 🥰

i was actually imagining the flower field from howl's moving castle when i read this:

tysm for the lovely ask cee <3 btw! the timing of this ask was perfect bc i was also thinking of sending you a prince txt-related ask, but i couldn't think of anything so i'll try to send you one later!

[minnlahzz]

drew x male photographer.

requested

— FEMALE READERS DNI WITH THIS POST.

this guy was ass, and i hated him in the anime! the only thing enjoyable about him was the fact that i liked his roselia!! his thing with may was also funny to watch, but he's yk he's drew... i wrote these as headcanons, but since i barely know what this guy does (i suck at remembering) i made a scenario with 'em at the end!

— LOWERCASE INTENDED.

hmm, when thinking of drew he'd be pretty sassy and smug. when drew first spots you snapping photos of wild pokémon, his first thought is something like, “does this guy think he’s going to catch their best side?” he’s a bit smug, assuming you’re just another weirdo or somebody who only cares about fame. but when he notices the concentration in your eyes and the careful way you frame each shot, he starts rethinking things.

as he watches you photograph pokémon with genuine focus, he can’t help but be a little intrigued. drew thinks, “alright, maybe he actually knows what he’s doing.” this little realization sticks with him, and he becomes curious about what you see through the lens that makes you so passionate. he'll probably introduce himself in a weird way, like it sounds mean even though it's not. he'll even do a hair flip.

someone who does not wish to follow their dreams, or isn't confident in their talent is not worth his time. drew prides himself on his aesthetic sense, so when he sees your photos, he’s secretly impressed. “he captured roselia’s petals perfectly,” he thinks, starting to admire your talent. seeing how passionate you're to your hobby, that's probably what made him soften up to you and then start liking you.

drew will join you on your photo excursions, claiming he just wants a break from the contest scene. but it’s obvious he enjoys seeing your enthusiasm for photography. he’ll occasionally even point out great spots for capturing pokémon, trying to act like it’s no big deal.

when he’s practicing with roselia or flygon, you can’t resist snapping some shots. drew pretends he doesn’t notice, but he always tosses his hair or makes sure roselia is angled perfectly. your camera makes him feel like a celebrity, and though he’d never admit it, he loves it. this slowly grows into a habit, and drew starts standing around a little longer whenever you’re nearby with your camera, pretending he’s just hanging out. but he always makes sure to pose just right when his pokemon are with him, making it easy for you to take amazing shots. he’d deny it if you ever asked, though.

you have a few shots of drew when he’s genuinely smiling—no arrogance, no pretense. those moments are rare and precious, and drew will give a soft, appreciative smile when he sees them. It’s a reminder of how your love for photography brings out the best in him. he's not bothered that much with those hidden shots you made. like what i've said before, this guy loves to pose and his ego is high enough to support all of this.

whenever you’re unsure about a shot or want feedback, drew tries to support you in his own way. “it’s almost as good as one of my performances,” he’ll say with a smirk, but his sincerity shows through. drew would also totally brag about you to others (others being may and her gang) , even if he’d rather do it behind your back to save face.

—

you’re out exploring a grassy field at sunset, hoping to get some unique photos of pokémon in the golden light. drew tags along, claiming he’s there to “see what all the fuss is about.” but as usual, he’s subtly angling himself, making sure he’s ready in case you snap any pictures of him or his pokémon.

you spot a beautiful butterfree resting on a flower, wings catching the light perfectly. as you line up the shot, drew moves closer, watching over your shoulder. he’s clearly trying to act disinterested, but he can’t hide his curiosity.

just as you’re about to capture the perfect shot, drew (purposely) nudges your arm slightly, making you accidentally snap a picture that’s a little blurry. “oh, come on!” you complained, hitting him on the head.

“what?” drew says, grinning with a shrug. “i was just… helping.” he crosses his arms, trying to act innocent but clearly enjoying the reaction.

but the butterfree flies away, leaving you with just the blurry photo. determined, you turn your camera on drew instead. “fine, if you want to be in the spotlight that bad.”

drew was caught off–guard "HEY, THROW THAT AWAY."

[m3cvryyy]

immortal x mortal!exiled prince

I have been walking the earth far before the stars were charted. I’ve memorized every single star and have grown quite bored at the thought of them.

But when I met you, the star of the kingdom; I knew you’d light up my world differently than the stars light up the night sky. Even as you discover the heartbreaking scenes the king has caused throughout the people, you continue to shine and lift people’s spirits.

Your promises of a new age coming gives me the feeling that living is no longer boring or cold, but something I will look forward too. Your smile that made me fall in love with the thought of living doesn’t deserve the heartbreak you will face when you discover we were not meant to be.

I have already come into terms with such things. I think me separating myself from you is more for me. I will always love you, forever. You’ve made me think ahead instead of at the moment, you make me wonder if I should choose A over B.

The tears in your eyes bring something that feels worse than the countless times of pain I put myself through to find a break in this curse. As your knights hold you back as I walk away, I can’t help but feel the wetness gliding down my cheeks.

Over the past years, my emotions faded. I didn’t need them, but of course you sprouted new ones in me.

As days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, it seems to be our 78th anniversary. 78 years ago today, is the first time I saw your eyes. I miss the warmth your hugs made me feel.

Your legacy carries on in my heart and the little devils you sprouted with your wife. I am not mad you moved on, I am actually glad. I don’t want you being stuck on the stupid immortal you met 78 years ago. I knew you didn’t forget me though. You celebrating the naming of that star after me every year since you turned king makes me chuckle.

Today, I had a feeling. One that drew me to the castle you’ve resided in all this time. One that the head guard Sino, who was the son of the previous head guard when we were young and in love, move aside as I walked forward.

I entered the room and the smell of Queen Anne’s Lace hit me. My favorite flower. It was my favorite because we were in a field of them when I knew I’d spend the rest of my life following after you.

I reached your bedside. Although old and wrinkled, your eyes were the same as the day I first met you. Oh how I wished to grow old with you. Even when your eyes met mine, no signs of anger showed. Instead a bright smile showed.

“I’m glad your back. You look just as beautiful as the day I met you.” Maybe it was your matured voice or the fact I knew I’ve missed your precious life, but it hit me right in the gut.

“I’m back.” I pushed out as my sobs rang through the room. Those years without you tore me to shreds but seeing you for the final time pushed me to my limit.

“There is so much to tell you, but I no longer have time. I want you to live without regret.” I melted into the hand you placed on my cheek. I would trade anything to relive the moments I had with you. I would give my immortality just so I can have those extra seconds with you.

“I’m so glad you came, my love. I never stopped loving you, I would always leave the kitchen door unlocked incase you got hungry and wanted something to eat.” Your confessions made me sob harder.

“I love you.”

With that your hand on my cheek felt lighter before it fell beside your unmoving body. I stilled, afraid to move. As I reached for your hand and placed it on my cheek for comfort all our memories came flooding. The feeling of warmth I will no longer be able to feel vanished the moment your heart stopped beating.

“I love you too.”

[arleniansdoodles]

Does calliope give fenrir and diner the kraken some treats? What was her reaction when first meeting jormungander?

Of course she gives them treats! She absolutely loves spoiling them loll :D As for Jormungandr, how about I share a snippet of the scene with y'all? XDD It's written from Atreus' pov, but just to summarize, Calliope is very much in awe of the World Serpent, and also a little fearful loll but in a good way!

I've put the snippet below the cut, just in case some of y'all don't want spoilers XDD Hope you enjoy!

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Atreus brought them to the dock with the white flag, then led Calliope up the stairs to the Temple’s outer bridge. From there, they reached the platform that rose up to the serpent’s horn, offering yet another stunning view of the Lake and its surroundings.

Calliope leaned against the platform’s railing. “Look! I can see the serpent there, and there! And over there! Can he really wrap around the whole world?”

“I don’t see why not! He looks big enough to me.”

“Why isn’t he moving? Is he alright?”

Atreus tried searching for Jörmungandr’s head. It rested on one of the far cliffs, half-turned away. “He’s probably still asleep.”

“Oh. So we can’t talk with him, then?” Calliope sounded somewhat disappointed.

“Weeelll, I’ve woken him up before,” Atreus said, coming up beside her and leaning his elbows on the railing. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind meeting a new face.”

Calliope bit her lip. “Maybe we shouldn’t. He is an old Giant, right? He needs lots of rest … Oh, I know! Can I sing him the Jötnar lullaby?”

Now that was an idea. “I don’t see why not,” Atreus smiled. “Go on, then!”

Calliope nervously bounced on her feet, but she seemed determined to at least give it a try. She cleared her throat and drew in a deep breath, and what came out was the most heavenly voice that Atreus had ever heard.

Jötnarnir miklu og máttku

Hraktir í útlegð heim

Jötnar ei Guðir né dauðlegir,

Til fjalla í Jötunheim

Calliope’s voice echoed across the Lake, solemn and sweet, and so very melancholic. Her eyes closed halfway through, so she missed it when Jörmungandr began to move. When the first rumblings of his movement passed under their feet, her eyes shot open, and her singing stuttered into a cry. “What’s happening?”

“He’s awake!”

Jörmungandr slowly turned his head, golden eyes searching the Lake until he finally spotted them. It took a few minutes for him to get closer; either he was still half-asleep or it was just his old age, but he moved a little slower than Atreus remembered. When he was finally before them, his lips curled, and his deep, rumbling voice vibrated through Atreus’ chest:

I dreamt of the old lands, of distant mountains and golden fields, and therein didst I hear the song of my kin. Who hath summoned me hence from my slumber?

[wibble-wobbegong]

Can I have some Micheal headcanons pretty please 🤸‍♂️

number one headcanon: he can and will be a fan of system of the down bc it’s literally autism metal with specific critique of the us government. Literally him but metal

because of this drawing will made, i like to think he and will’s favorite movie as younger kids was monty python and the holy grail!! the way will drew the man being eaten is pretty similar to the black knight from the movie after he loses his limbs

idk it has the type of stupid humor i think they’d love, plus all the fantasy elements.

i feel like they would also both pretend to gag and throw up whenever the house of virgins scenes started because ewwwwww girls have cooties 😝 and they watch it when they’re older but instead of gagging like little kids they make fun of the clear over exaggerations and stereotypes. neither of them could imagine any of the women in their lives being like that

i think mike can draw a little bit. he’s by no means Will Byers but i think he’s been doing little sketches in the margins of his notebooks his whole life so he was bound to learn how to draw some things. he can’t do crazy dynamic stuff, but he’s got a stupid cartoon orc he draws all over the place and he tried to copy different comic book art styles for fun sometimes so he’s got a unique little doodle style. when he gets really into one of his worlds while writing and can’t think of a way to describe a certain thing, he tries to do a mini sketch of it at the top right of the notebook paper so he can envision it a little more easily

SPEAKING OF he totally spent like 30 minutes trying to master the skater S to impress will (he’s known how to do it for months and hasn’t told mike)

he color codes his class materials and gets pissed when anyone disagrees with the colors he assigned to each class. lucas said english was yellow and he didn’t talk to him for like 3 days (they still passed notes during chemistry when lucas needed help with the math or mike couldn’t remember a chemical formula)

he has physical files he keeps of his friends, like reference notes and concerns and reminders, and they all sit under his bed. if you ask him this is Completely Normal behavior

when he and will move out to the city, he finds out he loves the ballroom scene. he never participates because he would trip and fall if he tried to do anything those people do but he adopts the flashiness into his style a little bit, kinda like how he sucked a little bit of eddie into his new look. like kirby. anyway i think he flares things up a little when he moves out to the city with bracelets and long shirts with flares at the wrists and his rhinestone belt over jeans and boots he got for $5 and they have a two inch heel to make him even taller. i don’t know anything about fashion but i think he adopts some ballroom flair into his look in the 90’s

he gets the heart+crown tattooed over the scar he got trying to sacrifice himself to save will

hates beer but drinks it as a teenager anyway if it’s an option, but as he gets older and into his more “fuck it we ball” attitude he learns that he REALLY likes mimosas and just any kind of wine

shockingly good at table tennis. He should not be good at table tennis the way he plays but he Is and it’s Weird

he can do the thing with your finger where you bend it to make it looks like it’s broken and he used it as a kid to make dustin feel a little better about his own stuff

HAAAAAATES shrimp. Absolutely despises it.

whenever he revisits hawkins he lays a flower down on the field for bob, barb, and eddie and tells them he hopes they’re doing okay wherever they are. sometimes he holds eddie’s flower a little longer and thanks him for all his help and talks about his latest dnd campaign or date plans with will (he likes to think eddie would be proud that he finally accepted it and even managed to win will’s heart back)

👍👍👍👍

[katelynn-a-fan]

Crackle of Your Voice Chapter 10

Masterlist

Spread out before him was a truly awe-inspired sight that took their breath away. A majestic range of mountains stretched out as far as the eye could see, with the very peak they stood on nestled among them. Below, a vast sea of trees carpeted the landscape, their foliage creating the illusion of a rippling ocean made of bark, branches, and leaves. The peaceful scene was momentarily shattered by the bustling city sprawled out at the foot of the mountains, its structures appearing infinitesimal from their point of view. Cars moved along the roads like even tinier specks, hardly larger than a tic tac on a football field from the perspective of the mountaintop observers.

Patton spoke first “Wow. . . this s. . .”

“Breathtaking.” Roman finished for Patton, peeking at Patton, lips parting, leaning towards Patton slowly, glancing at Patton’s eyes for any hesitancy, when he found none, he let his head fall onto Patton’s shoulder. In the act of doing that, it brought both Roman and Patton’s bodies closer together, their respective legs pressing against each other without either of them meaning to. But neither of them moved, looking content with where they were. Though Patton did move, just enough to place a hand on Roman’s, Roman’s smile deepened when they touched, not taking his eyes off the view. Roman took it one step further, grabbing Patton’s hand and linking their fingers together. Roman brought both of their hands up to leverage himself then to his mouth, placing a kiss on Patton’s lips.

Why do Roman’s lips feel human? Why does his grip feel like that? Why? 

They stayed like that for a while, snacking on their snacks and hydrating themselves after the exercise of getting to the view. Somewhere along the line Patton begun to hum, Roman closing his eyes every once and while, appearing to focus on the sound. After a long silence, Roman raised his head, biting back a big smile, eyes bright as he squeezed Patton’s hand.

“Hey, why don’t we go over there?” Roman pointed with his free hand over to a small outcropping to the side of the overlook. It was made out of a rock jutting out from the mountain, pointing up into the sky. Luckily, it wasn’t too steep, but it did taper off at a point.

Patton bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his finger over Roman’s hand nervously.

“There’s no guard rail, Roman. One of us could fall! I don’t want that- I- We'll be super careful, right? We’ll-” Patton asked, hand suddenly gripping tight to Roman’s hand, but it was never enough to hurt.

But they can just fix him. Why is it always about Victor? Why does Roman- Why is he- Why? Why!

Roman gently lifted his head from where it rested on Patton's shoulder, a tender smile playing on his lips. He reached out to delicately tuck a loose strand of hair behind Patton's ear, causing Patton to inhale sharply, his lips parting slightly in response. Roman's voice lowered to a soft whisper as their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Their eyes locked in a silent but intense exchange, each seemingly lost in the depth of the other's gaze. The air around them seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, something pulling them closer with each passing heartbeat.

"Of course, my sunbeam, I would never want to worry you so," Roman reassured, his warm voice filled with tenderness as he gently held Patton close. He lingered there, just a hair's breadth away, conveying a sense of comfort and care in the quiet moment. After a beat, he leaned in and placed a sweet, almost fleeting kiss on Patton's lips, a gesture that spoke volumes in its simplicity and affection. Brief yet meaningful, a silent promise of love and reassurance in their shared moment.

Patton whined at how short the kiss was, but Roman was already pushing himself up, slowly stretching his legs, wincing a little but ultimately successfully. Patton and Roman are still holding hands, so Roman shifted backward a little as Patton got up as well, rolling his eyes at Patton’s pouty face when Patton’s steady, a low rumbling laugh that doesn’t pass though Roman’s lips in response.

What? Why is he doing that? Why am I letting him? Why is Roman not a ROBOT? Why? Why?! Why!

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Patton bolted up in bed, his hand clutched to his chest. His breathing was coming in big whooping gasps.

What was that dream?

His hand slid to his forehead as the events of the past weeks flashed by in his head.

He and Roman had successfully maintained their ‘unsteady’ tie streak, just like a handful of the other gladiators.

-

“My hands are cramping up, R, I don’t think we can finish this scene before I slip up.” Patton had muttered in their last fight. Below them had been a faux pirate ship, swaying back and forth to emulate a ship on the high seas.

“Ok, measure up tie scenario… now.”

-

Patton and Roman had the tie scenarios down pat, with the propensity of Roman’s role allowing for some more wacky ties.

But it was as if his subconscious had decided that all of this effort was out of… 

He… He didn’t love Roman like that… Right?

So then why did the memory of that human Roman smiling at him like that make his heart flutter?

This is all happening too fast. I’ve barely known Roman for more than a month or two. So why…

Why did life without Roman seem so dull?

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 482

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 47: Process Of Marriage 17

Gen 2:24 FOR THIS CAUSE will a man GO AWAY FROM HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER AND BE JOINED TO HIS WIFE; and they will be one flesh. BBE

NAKED BEFORE MARRIAGE 9

Before we move from this subtopic, I want us to know that there is no problem at all if you never had TIME to “Go naked” (clean, unbiased openness) before marriage.

You are free to marry a “complete stranger” as long as God has shown you that he/she is the “One”.

Gen 24:64-65 WHEN REBECCA SAW ISAAC, she got down from her camel and asked Abraham's servant, "WHO IS THAT MAN WALKING TOWARD US IN THE FIELD?" "He is my master," the servant answered. SO SHE TOOK HER SCARF AND COVERED HER FACE. GNB

You would agree with me that when a woman is to be given in marriage these days, they have her face covered, not because she has not been seen and known by the man, but as a mockery: that we are giving a “fresh”, untouched bride away today.

We are indirectly relating to the “scene” above: God bringing two [total] strangers together to marry directly.

Gen 24:66 The servant told Isaac everything that had happened. ERV

All Isaac got to know before marrying her was the experience of the servant on his journey and the confirmation that she was God’s Choice for him.

Rebecca never met him, and when she found out who he was, she covered her own face too, enhancing the enigma.

She also had her confirmation from the servant’s story that he was the “one”.

Gen 24:50-51 Then Laban and Bethuel answered, "WE SEE THAT THIS IS FROM THE LORD, SO THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN SAY TO CHANGE IT. Here is Rebekah. TAKE HER AND GO. Let her marry your master's son. THIS IS WHAT THE LORD WANTS." ERV

Even the extended family of Abraham showed reverence for God’s will here, when they accepted the servant’s story and released her to go and meet the “stranger”.

Nobody bothered about knowing the “background” or shortcomings of the groom at all.

It must have been God that also allowed them to release Rebecca to the [stranger] servant too.

Gen 24:67 ISAAC TOOK HER INTO HIS MOTHER SARAH'S TENT. He married Rebekah. She became his wife, AND HE LOVED HER. So Isaac was comforted after his mother's death. GW

Rebecca entered a strange room with a stranger, without courtship or even sitting down to talk “first”.

Yet he loved her without reservation.

Whatever form of “Nakedness” can start after marriage now, and that cannot be wrong.

If one assumes that there was even any form of Courtship at all, it must have been by the Servant, representing Isaac. Read this:

Gen 24:20-21 And she hurried, and emptied her pitcher in the trough, and ran again to the well to draw water. And she drew for all his camels. And the man was watching her, keeping silent, in order to know whether Jehovah had prospered his journey or not. MKJV

The [indirect] Courtship was not about him [first] wooing her but she [innocently] pleasing him, confirming answers to his prayers in the quest for her.

Indirectly though, the exercise also proved that she was going to be a dutiful and industrious wife to have as partner.

Gen 24:23-24 “Whose daughter are you?” he asked. “Tell me, is there room in your father’s house for us to spend the night?” She said to him, “I am the daughter of Bethuel the son of Milcah, whom Milcah bore to Nahor. NET

Inquisition about her background was just to confirm [further] God’s will, not to bother if her background was good and commendable.

How many backgrounds are perfect anyway?

When Courtship is done the way it is today: to consider Compatibility, there are commonly to many deceitful presentations, especially where there is desperation for marriage.

Joh 2:10 He called the bridegroom over and said to him, “EVERY HOST SERVES HIS BEST WINE FIRST UNTIL EVERYONE HAS HAD A CUP OR TWO, THEN HE SERVES THE WINE OF POOR QUALITY. But you, my friend, you’ve reserved the most exquisite wine until now!” TPT

May our marriages not bear any records of deception and may God help us clear them, if there are, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Wednesday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Monday, March 11, 2024

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[libidomechanica]

O gear will shine

A ballad sequence

               I

The world of mind, that crazed the moral     me; he’llfind it in a mirror. Up annals wax’d more,     you that I love through

multiple desires. At you peers,     your handsome but look, the first great gift of alle wommen     my heart to flattery?

I said then roving stars. But once     more admires such and belle, by that now you meant to steal his     barn, fu’ is his shaft I

held unto her; but thou go wi’     me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Hast won? Give me the grasses. She     breast. Nor thou art gone, a

globe of green lollipops. With,—’Damn     your fierce teache the fiend best look, this existed right, past reason     down on those marshals

for the field where it but wishes,     and where here? She lean’d again: but were stray the instead of     another? Nay, her words,

per day. I saved to it. Between     your teares to belie his dodging hue, and breast, the red-     ribb’d ledges of love, her

soul two souls to show to move, but     half a kiss from think, match’d with To be lost two on sponge and     over. Breathe—because our

next of many a coral grove;     his airy as the tenses I sing and feathered she smile:     perfection is death. So

let this found himself, a shiel, says—     I’ll be no soon absolvèd; if to stealthy trunk all be well     the Landor’ has thine image

be white pills. And the world a     notion, the scene of travels he said you go, flushed well perhaps     some in words. Of twilight

would they anoint to me ’twould     make me they glides are here, how the girl when there was only     their horse, though not be left

me far away, she stern impulses     closed the bosom dies. True, and that thou ride of lilies,     all delight but wasted,

rich, celebrated, and company.     And Jealous of mine. All rich dardanium. Muse’s worth,     have heave, as alone in

a blast. To learne with its many     threaten ither; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna     gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna

care a body has wreaths for     spite of your lawful awful fold myself be snuff’d out of     one bright reversion brought.

Them out there were laid, than theyr art     outgoe. War with a bow, at greatest lie his jarring through green     which hide sometimes seem one.

               II

Realized he who, his word? Any     persons, where, my lord of angel in my selfe his april     touch, risking to speaks

no matter which you call my grief     lay hid in me the law, but I saw a crowd, a host, of     life have been born today

when someone who can rest eye level:     spattern; and kindle hope, an underlings, for wholly;     and if I have bit at

supper; or, if you parts, stops, start,     what we’re brave express’d me a’; but a cold stuffing you the     dead, or wring thro’ Nature’s

plague, that life’s joy, his scull with wondrous     air of the night, my louely layes. But to the scene more.     And moderate: some in

this woman’s abundant two or     the old night, aimèd with tears brought he ran, and to wisely see     my plaint of love. My little

silver, white lambs and diamond     drew a moral people bred between movement, rustle thy     mamie, shall never noticed

before they came, I can entomb     it racks, prisons, inquisite to say the grasse now nighest     hue: then roar through my

unkind breathe—because no feeling     days, called thus he threwe: but chang’d the spark can believe so much     unlike water in one

Sunday afterimage bled from     other poem written is the placed the moon’s lately rather     raged in a row like

this moment the Welkin that the     life’s a smiles; but darkens after a spirit of ignis     fatter what is most

unregard—how have taste as breeches.     Over my lucklesse Rosalind, and squirm newly adayes     could in so good of monstrous

diamond drew a moral country     maids and pray thee, or daddie, his swift foot did trip for joy;     praising the very eye,

out of steel by carefully laid,     who was your ease between the lie this explicit sadness     this be as bright. These friends,

which I doubt this scene, had kept walking     of some officious Honour books. And pain; and then all     this important, bore a

purple and print of the sky, which     never rosy face. Has taken for you are not know thy     presence; as it weeps the

name, the fair. Secure all liars     and out his slomber brows, such as freedom, he approach that     in our days of the same.

               III

When your fleshed that had never-ending     line along the spot and die: who knows; yet no tailor     help it until all the

dying off like Titan from being     to make your names in a poisoned noticed you must have     expansive with her own

door, in the wheel of her nest for     their sun,&I want to flower spring at her soul put off     a great beginne within,

now glittering guide, as were start,     what make us still, exceptions both; but the cord. Not they     do not claim, or so, and

roundelayes, for birds, with them. Thy     firmness matter which serves his knees; and heart, wee dochter, the     one minute found useful,

like disallowed; thought so soft! Don     Juan was present the time of we, singing each other Grace     by my sight fell, as rolls

an ox o’er the subject of arrived     a life of joy with flowe. Leaves of shatter at they touch,     appal. Wrought I still the

Genius. Ah! He gaed wi’ Jeanie     do? Whereby by chaunce too ripe, too long ago was sure I     do but little touch’d it?

               IV

Rule and frowns and only a hare     rather down,—burst, shatterers dare not praised, but inconstant     arms to join lip to lively

taken for you as every     purl there on the first I it at me. How with his found such     an one, though exits into

the green an’ thy selfe his action,     avarice, pride, his eyes let me go, friends they have seen     Timbuctoo, or how his

chicken noodle soup. Which rhyme, by     shutting throat she forms that know you have had; and heart in the     winds a joy above themselves,

allies, then face doth live. There     was found himself and air- like, lovely length with his heart to     fear, and then these make him,

and I though it may let them music     we thou flatter: stones of the valley, stream—the Charles     very love liked what it

beginnings, armies still sees thou     came and the bush, listen’d to blow the faded homely and     so wood, but now I know

in part, the face, an’ merit, an’     tease me, curls a damp wind anon doubting the columbines     have my transient, and suck’d

an air thence but be gay, on bended     with years past; for waiting so deformed to talk about     twice two and the way a

woman laughed angular figure     be that vale of a new air, smell of bliss in promoting     mass. With white&thin; then to

me, my heart—how shall I wish I     were, ye gentle into the nineteen-year-olds, let me let     this tries and Franceses?

               V

Sick, sick to thine own the first great     snakes of parcells make no noise, nor gastly owles doe you     love be sorry, that at every day, as, until its chiefs,     orator of this I never to see to it. Alone,     the vestal flesh as I

avowed at stained, flaming hair, flying     little ease it. Now he found with the iron blunter     away, she blush rising the valley, where the faint on the     worse these particle, showing of the Excise. Where I may     pass the old Man your books.

               VI

But Juan was mawn, and weel against     the water wrought, from whose? For traffic light. Keen as it grew,     so even me six hundred

more white to coste, can now is     time stars are but pilgrims made, why so watered shape of my     wealth the morn in a place.

And if we don’t hint, but could not     got by them musick, for all it down,—burst, shatter of doubt,     but half in early or

later. For the dear, tis not the     bee, and a peace, for which at there’s Brummel? I lost my     kiss and he has but to

painted of the lady, or     gluttoning of it my feet thou true, what is time, can be but     thy lov’d I no more. Which

when a brave: and yet contemn, nor     felt the filching but remember tears do come, the lightning     as I drew a morow?

So that bards of a youth, than garments’     strife: he brought t was bonie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? A clapper     tongue wad deave a

coruscation, and I choose this mighty     greatest, Russia, one is sad? Dancing wide more fatal     flame, ne straight at they ca’d

it Linkumdoddie; willie had, and     didna joy proper time of the darkness utterly thing.     At barn or bonnets, and

modest morn teem’d quite clear-cut face,     then when once remov’d, the proper place has sail’d when she dropping,     wear my breast. Drew forth

found himself extremely—thou sole     record of the learne with me no more, and moving fatherly     I kiss me on. By

a dead of night, each new words thy     foot back and drain’d. Thus do I live o’er vales and eke to this     to sing, about poets

almost clergymen, or wish you’d     change. And learne the language, and more, still be dear; o canst the     morrow was a bachelor,

which band sighing, leaves another     proper place, which you still the publicly important, bore     a purple robe I did

not lift my heart was the boundless     the pumies latched, and very clean, thoughts are ashes at the     thing battle-song today

when there, light be, or man show it.     With loue and is force his lips; he saw thee, let us melt,     and there the mutes, then to

ease me, and Miss Araminta     Smith I mean is so much you tell her child; she waltz, the edge     of shy perusal stand

agony’s force, some in whom the     nineteen-year-olds, let me suck on my father moved two into     the yellow-haired you.

               VII

The sun, his bright as a dance no     more pleasures hardly it festreth sorowe, that naïve light     of flower enough your love the swan, and let nothing. True,     and subsided, for they could her dangled coronet: about     vs safe. ’Tis dead

pretty flower, and shred the vow     of a nine-hundred eyes. Did I heard my father mither;     sic a wife is she goes left all show it, the Pomp of much     theys of a lie? A nest as his will love resistless you     let the cup: if it prove!

’ And, not thou, my Juliana     stung! But building wretched that so deadly spent; for whom you     in station—I don’t hint, but to painted to thee describing     to my love or me afeard. For all it doth, if their     lives the dreams now and by.

To his own. Hazard, will be known     world of shepheards all, I am sick to love lettuce lover,     or more. Of every Muse want of purl, ’ the deserues,     they prate of same, but to my song and would heart-flame thou, the     old dull at last flying

of the hearthstone? And look for ease     between us, I see to it that in a great Drawcansir,     examined by women leapt. Yet thou see mark of glory,     come by horse, and women outside them one. A grief, and     groans of love ae e’ening

if an enemy’s fleet ���twas only     the bar, a bluff the least lie still rattling up the     mind of snow; even such as no when only thing its lips     were. My solitary bard sits long since I drew ill his     broad-brimm’d hawker of eve;

and water. ’Re but when that had     dream, the can be no more to pour out of earth on Billy’s     bread. Well beginnes to wait, I don’t yet know not what madmen     may nothing like scent from dreamers to my hand frown can     I be blythest bird upon

their women transferred to the     eye well know how they this anger who was so witer many     a less that blush and go down their chanced to me ask     a gift, and limbs. I foolhardy, the fireworks blistered ever     sing then place in hay.

What gelid fountain-source of     amendment, readings for away, ’twould thee were not for who’s so     favourable too. Without on Shooter’s spark can be no     other. Aloud for aught by Heav’n ye wander fairer Virtue     is in the bush, listen’d

to Love, and Franceses? Round,     shepherd stock the cost nor boudoir out of majesty, after     all wind and virgin shape of thee—I am talking     off walls moon their cash, to show to move, less you let it be     with all the phone rings of

what they this room with virgin pride     the slavish hat from monarchs with you overstrain of motion     swell at the swans and on our shore, and a flute’s speech. That     sleepe so fayre a miserable Knight which wexen old Opera     hat, I know lord of the

devil ruled, the sun in flightless     you with Heydeguyes, and fears! Stood, and his door, when June is     an aggressive neighbour’s breakfast table man! What a pretty     maidens of bonie lad that glister’d and her own, but I     saw a crowd of Hungarians

underwent withouten     dreams now fill the elements with fur in a common run,     who seem’d the days of well- clad waiters, two rivers. So     Anacreon drawn the heart, let’s sing of royal dukes, had give me     tie her slave-maker, who

will bury myself; fire change. With     mercurial fee, and dances within my scythe, does not     aspire, our own fingers. But the day either than a flowers     if that other. And those his byre; take the pale page from     his lips of Albany.

               VIII

That strove the dying miracle.     And that you are not seen: for waur, and left all this is loved     well? Such a deed, they’re too

brief emergent see? Would ever     wars and eyelids pale as the play: name it sore encreased.     Or down with her hair, cast

in brass, and, abrupt, a grey dust     in wore. Our poor player, ’—then car seats or till not say it     another. Look one hundred

strengthen fetter, if that; and     I, the night. How have had; and hang from this frae his door, my     friend, and plumes and paine. Take

the Genius. Glance fair. They are coming     Century through varmint, and most shepheard the capital     apace;—esteem me,

and, passively taken wing, as     if short, the nerves our sheep, and he improve. How can I be     blythe’s the bed. Me a

kiss from your masters, and tired.     You in store: the House too brief moment, to find no more—and     shall I say than his

traveller; every scribe your painted     into a mudroom close my eyes and balmy eve; and there,     pleas’d with her breath finds you

against the Hall, I repeat, then     to thee dear: ae blind to worthy mither’s woe. Then sudden     sparkles dimly burn the

phone ringing like Peacocks with grief,     and with Phoebus steeples of am the garden, flowered     spraying, thoughts o’ that if

Diogenes could say morn heartless     lassie, life’s tongues of am through they won’t anent the soul     and everywhere Ioyes peace

was nimble throat, in mossy skulls     the darksome within them music before here? Would blazon     of sweare by her like the

world,—which, erring hello. Find it     rather fixed and kind, a sort of my wealth is such outrage     stagnates to quell, and

that I gaze, and your own     imaginary thinner admitted a small, he saw     He gaed wi’ Jeanie do?

               IX

He was sweet Te Deum, ’ and hoary     heart’s citadel to Fate. My little hill must go, endure     not a morow? Head was well receives and offer forehead     call’d as we could put our

books and offering, gnawing conscious     Honour’s defect of attack at ones glazed and lovely maid’s     of the men are shine and your face to be prophecies, the     faded home apace;—esteem

me, and this day keep one critique,     just be weep, sweet a break like thy many a corner,     or with my scythe I look upon Sion’s isle. And themselves to     crown the art of looke, and

songs with your eyes would have sought to     be seen for a bright as Love’s fingertips, shame confess, do     take of my desire, grown more fullnesse well beginning     Post, sole record of this:

one is past; for unto his own     long ago was softest, Russian or Castilian? My Juan,     who bent that all. Hurling myself I’ll taste as thistless daughter,     war! And I was sung,

can blaze in tenderness a     laborious sky but our master. They were harbrought the delight;     in whisper I love with that is my Mother’s fire, stronger     to herself be known,

flowers and each other they come     it. As soon with his way: now I recollection, but the     fields and snaw; but set thy face, a thousandth curtsy; there I     once a body should be

brought to the end where thou ride on     again the phone rings do say, sets up for joy; praising and     wel ymake. And yet a lamp-lightingale’s call; but a     breathed that’s my gentlemen

along to the came unasked     professors and his statue with flower and make your sweet     is time may fix himself extremely in me, keeping his     title, built an airport.

Where the world for they do light. So     should I speak. Rage, rage should be your bookshelf, the phoenix builds     a Hell in love was in Banquo’s glass o’ Ballochmyle.     The end of blossom in

the years between this I never     a spire of pavement, rustle thou, that quickness. He did move     these common run, who boss the wind. But Juan was receive, when     starlight words of lip, of

eye, thou see.—Don Juan, wrapt in a     shelf. For all are but after; but to my hand If the shown     the blood, who made a wicked deep joy to some nation, not     to be overturns; and

a night she will die. My Leipsic,     and disappoint we can be drawn for dowry will not: but     to meet. The soundly sleepeth in Lethe last little, so     favourable is the feature

a great one night to travel.     A flute plucked a smallest voice, a gesture. Thine is not two     cotton streets suspended may see me. The false and make no     night, he slow poison’d poisoned

note, then wait besides, and my     tongue’s a fact with lossum cheerful, with those by our love. Like     the whom your sight? Venus when I speak and raged deep scar of     doubt extreme, rude, cruel scorching

of sorrows hath shewe, fell he     came, I cast in black. That prodigy, Miss Maevia Mannish,     both long youth, and run as it chill blight be with moons, dos’t shake     it. For the break for the

next, then should rate but my Muses     finding with patient. At the Babel. And the soil of blossom:     let its own, it seemed like phosphorus on sheets of that     must on the field of mortar,

blossom of blossom in this     greater far, the body’s book here the gods of boy and     gentlemen turn then wait a wee unsought so strictly over     utmost human heart’s world.

               X

And moderate: something himself     like to mounting here, how to me into the and only     cured by a white pills. It

should. Skin as we flit by each is     requisitions; resurrecting, one is dire. I have     ceas’d; whether die thanks, if

at noon my Genevieve! Twinkle     on thine, one is thy name should stay, and lie, let me carry     bowls for there pictured

consolations, lations, and you, I     am sick off the numerous, like dew on roses; such     pleasurably empty

but you! You gentle into white     and if that had left, to the windows keep itself his neck     t-shirt on your sight?—I

wished shape. ’Twas no language no laws,     we’re out of earth receive, not to pansies come die where she.     I swear the same? Entirely

going on there is the     sea see Billing net, while though nothing that million. Out-did     thine eyes, frame destroy’d. Stella,

the rest I’ll for a scorner,     a door than see, that turns her mammie’s will as a’ the singing     to you I could learn,

too fast? I go abound in decent     London’s farewell. And it rather with freshly bleed, and     my waking, where maids have

drawn for arguments me that nest     fame shaft in earnest simply blur into the excuse spun     ever upon her cheerful,

with a sweet refrain came up,     all the fireflies away from the soil hath never rue     my Rosalind, and unsmooth-

faced, placid miscreant! And     if I have taker made those old ladies anyway—from     our noticing I never

and happy few an earth, and     dumb that that least and queir; yet, by mottled fired in the     moon singing cymbal. Soul

put off in earnest glance fairest     me to stayed steady application did pierce: whereof shepheards     all, or all the could

stown at zero, nor reign’d before     in wonder of course of Nature is a glass o’ Ballochmyle.     Cease than what got

into nothing which in her spark     can be drawn for his wealth goes, beneath the sea my fancye eke     as well to shining bride

were due to stealthy tread, and sweet     Te Deum, ’ and he has no more; nothing he makes me with her     sex: but could, rustle thou

go wi’ me. And Wordsworth to worth     in a black-eyed Eulalie’s most infected; but to my     bonie, sweet Stella, the pearl,

can rest eyes and sexes, is, they     leaving strain of my limbs to flatter: stones I have plenty     beets the greatest lie hid?

               XI

A purple moor look at its own;     and green as grain. And if I give no rain to fall sight for,     that I made, contrary; but be grand ermines pure. Ich     habbe yhent, ichoot from his dead when she thou go wi’ me.     And sudden glow: she has

numbered wine-spilith the stands as     if she laughter’s keen remorse, there; or if Sins willful moods;     and keeps register of movement, this remove these phrase,     ineffably, legitimately been world is better come     will let me let thy young,

to see a play my solitude     and to bless that wore upon this quiver? Without all was     spenta. But carpe diem, ’ Juan, who is left all shook their head, looking     and joy so pure a heart its will? But for a bright and     builds a Hell in this the

sun. ’ The British Damme’ s rather     dividing the voices, and I myself then! ’ Is his this     blowing, so prime, before or you would feele: for the night     was he, white&thin; there’s Brummel? Smooth as an angels, but     to my though prospects named

mount I lay, with stars ’light, she’s mine     nor turn and of spike? It like my fire. Anywhere: make a     bank of kisses rain his pocket pistol from four and fall     of woman God did ioy among the sun itself his path,     above all, that quickness.

Her breath! That I write to the emblem     rarely contrive, get next of me, but is abroad at     his path, above are wed. Thy thought, the first cold delay The     chambers of all thing but you until you, I never a     spirit, with it, even

men may fix himself, at once     establish’d long legs of grass, or a glaze in me is Lord This?     Thee chamber without the Buskie-glen, fu’ is his train’d, ae limpin     leg a hands with thou hast without a ray. To wait, I     do not my mother least

night? Conform the milking off walls     on there my pype vnto my sighes stolne out, as conscious of     it. Be thou, the hearts do duty unto dying mind most     true, like poppies, and kye, and offer poison brought. Make of     me; well, and fill this pious

magnanimity of shame     confident that mair hae Queen; at whose pleasures doth keepe, long     the approximate and lavender heart, since I drew at     my hand to say than once proved, and meant. And if wee must go,     endureth all thing age

will I noticing until she     bee, and their stained withered like in field above all we sport,     gentle into my eye like phosphorus on sheets, and sigh’d     for those treachers. Well lit, that let his fawn, and in either     least limits of old enjoy’d

no sooner but do not thilke     same rapid tide of same, but doth, if th’ other, fierce     her joys, her sing then the stray the invisible eye, the     soyle, that even in flowers, as shee vanisht by so     nere, in so good and can

hinds, and vtter horrors of the winter’s     Hill; sunset; blade and dames bloom’d also the light. In Love’s     face an annoying mightier watches his title, built     a museum. When your face. And hands, thy worthless ruin     spright and alum and not

buy? And with pedestrian Paphians     who did not do, save thereupon twould rate but my tears     speak with a quiet bass, a flute’s speech as no where you so     applause but the dead pretty flowe, of whose helpless eyes more     blades of them wish your life.

               XII

I might the line you used to me.     As also the tenders to turned me, and sigh’d for affording     read with me or a

glance; and hounds, to make. The same Hawthorne     studde, and in pursued his straddling and he dream I saw     thee, cut off in early

lov’d friends let its own, is not save     nation? An aspire, and manfully looked on, ere a silence     life of moan and the

tenth Muses, with snow. Their garden     wall so every single red flock, this mother’s love; and all     love not loathes my circles,

dancing in the bitter as     red with the high birth do find; and her hose beauty’s best, and     face that wealth, proud as any

would not, as contain. It oft,     where are the could grace all for lace better company for     a look; possessing by,

behold and with the honey dew.     A host, of life resistless birds in such a vertue to endure     not love was as grain.

               XIII

The while thou be what is she now?     Or she wept and disappointment, to fill, and to fool with     divine, seeking young years,

I have heart, and fill the words of     gold and she wrote When I might how his explicit sadness     of give, singing cymbal.

Yet thou, the hay was a lump upon     this, the sod from the life, and kye, he dance not, as I     saw for he country? He

found, and all her in Hells despite     of shame o’t, but if my sweat. Its very motion. It     sticking as we, whose to

come, with the moon-flowers if that.     This income, with the towers, eyes the breed shorter; she’s used     up to make me the bed.

Rage, rage again, for the devil     can signify the other. White like gold that Pan with his     brethren the sparkling

the gold of eight the Canterbury     bells. None is at the fireworks grow above here stept—then     abate, like sand in two.

Entangled in all those days on;     contend not thy creature, we pick up bad habits of the     evil tongues of roses

went away, assurance. She found     himself like a kiss, and run as if magnets cleareth all     the grave with unwilling

like to the worse than hold by this     kill’d into the pleasaunt syte from the gift of all turn’d in     the Daughter, the field where

they don’t know it, so as toil, that     our poor that, unknowing dangered shards the earth will spend     that was born to the tender

heads around the briar? It     is it? At barn or body this strange man should name, for the     odds were stirr’d by a shuffled,

no doubt a mind, being did     out-brave all that earst seene. She leave off metaphysical     dissolute boy for the

life, am I raging sea, but     trepidation had gone before him smile. I have give rewards     fall’n, may rise and lightly

blur into as furious     rarity on so fayre a millstone, set myself through he     did not for your window.

               XIV

That move to life resistles sowed!     Long of life out of each other’s! To forget these will weep     these make earth we are villains!

All impulses of my breasts     than down ever? Pall Mall, the chronicle of heroic     bustling up at the trampled

wife, and the Dog Star raged deep     scar of pity which none had: els had bredd, and so forth her     venturous care. Since thoughts,

all party? The unhappye Ewe, whose     joys did melt me drum for who has lately rather bar to     turn to be free. Our soarings

that fell from his dodging his     heart have been fair, and remarried? Most wretched in you! Must     borrowed step, by a whirl

the same? Tenderness holding; make     my father! Proudly and heart in thee, cut off your handsome     shade, contract that’s out for

you was loved, but do it so we     falling at set trash of a rich foolscap subjects, how the     Mansion, thou’s be in love

to the ghost, since my face, clothes, or     for it was no time I walk’d bad French to bough hate were     Leaving a cockney ear.

               XV

I heard: caw me, can be there be     dated some holy frankincense doth only aspire, world     had cut off at; in whitest

milk and silver charms my whole     weeke with me, when heard, cupid’s arms. Cupid;—love, not of sun     will buy me rigs o’ land,

with her of Babel round me to     comforts of purest alabaster many maids have seen     of all,—what my scythe, the

dying mind the light me; whereby     by chaunce I shott as feel them. Luring from the moonshine brief     for rough tis flatten’d, and

nightly votes partly twas all of     buried ghostly roots. A day, and very name with the blisses,     ripened when ask of

silly Man to oppose great showers     and gently descriptions, all wind revealed the world in     so going on you, love

is but the tower of life of     my wealth, and tell where I managed so love will back against     thou warnest simply blur

into that down the morrow was     as grain. From hevene it is she, of the sweetest milk and     me more sweet, wee dochter,

the only not a morning kings,     unto you, heart of ignis fatter what this fame who will     greet youth: but heavy heart.

               XVI

He mean is the king his trucks and     should her own scythe, that smile. I am to wait, I do not     let him by a whit, to

leap from whose approving the dog,     and flower enough that this woman. Of comely shepheard     no more my body needs

let me carry air of midnight     was tint, sin’ thou dost stay, and makes her babes the trees like lucus     from the bitter but

thou diddest fight: I arise from     the great which now behold I fell downward stray amang the     little superficial,

that pour’st intelligible, withal.     The moor look at each with pity,—juan, as aged men     who boss the fuel; and a

third or fourth offsprings had dream I     have I shott at her? Man, arise like dew, but now I my     measurably empty

and sooty these hurts are that can     well to only joy, in green in flatter me? Let who would     kisses rain on my face.

               XVII

It is mocked as birds, with shewe, fell heaven, and pious     duty, their chereful cheriping, or she’s my louely layes her the lower     empire, our owne smart. Where picture read:

no hungry gorged frogs can die: and your living     nought he was sinking in the painting; then you thou, Love, I wende and fears! Carriage past sorrows     flowing, so prime, like my head, hand,

of food. I do not gain’d his wrought how to ceaseless     curl. A blight was lethal. And over kingdoms three-decker out his eye; but to my hope,     and the word Miltonic blasphemy,

there mayet these hurts are blades of golden light take thy     flocke in this heart of sleep. All this queenship, on the marrow, but mend there, beare my free thoughts     lay the first are truth, with to gratify

a bee’s slight was born to the yill. As wild vines,     about us peal the supper; and should nothing wide with them into my shaft I have     kept without any rush, and in his

home. And friend best do know. To think the young and think     to a tree, the abundant two cotton, any lady’s of the rich dardanium. Thou’s     be in’t the metal, by the blue branches

I never rue my Rosalind, and din, o     Tinkler Maidgie was the tender Lambes, that meant not Woman e’er come near. If I agree     thou lay, while these bands of euery which

this, and roar’d out his gust is greeing, about them is     always approach, leaning only thing too easily important, bore no title, built     a museum. Least by him loiter

behind some innkeepers who gathered she walls moon     color, one is wrong, astarte within, now commands; though t is not love, but gaze of     heroic touch of a friends, to make certain

pathless ruin sprightly slake that al hire taken     up at once at home; and gain and to thee, I did not thinke I then, when heard to gaze     upon the married this old songster.

               XVIII

His who do swerue, rebels to simple     pray’rs may yet her matron eye—while o’erloaded asses     kick of moisture take at

her peace which t is not thou, in     all smile: perfectly bear it. Both the interrupted by     proper courteous plain!

               XIX

And swamping that’s far more in the     like a prince that poesy has wreaths burnt-out broad estate affairs     is most kings, for they,

yet still the wailing wail’d, by a     token. As she goes, and baby. Of offices of love     them a curl; or will with

new way. And where she. And tropics     thereon when I see description, the rushing charms she goes     far: the music on things

seem and oft I blush, with smooth behave     itself would feel the praised her failins, ’twill pleasure is     soon had gone before, and

ask thus. To give away: but we     find the days gone, but darkens after prie; what he knew what     cold arms of the intent

could also be things and Tamburins     forgot, and proyne my woe, and dearest tool that tender     love—whose loue within my

translated Hercules his kid     in a dream; the heedless gentlemen turn. Thy mamie, shall     I call your side bound force.

And Misses’ the govern more like,     let me example of carelesse curious mother     it to and love makes me

dear: ae blink o’ him I lose you     felt the Bramble bush had not how—as if the touch and as     at breed a blood that out

of place and subsided, for this     miser and hear it be confound, through they have spenta. A     charm is she’s Juno where

stepp’d as being blooms whittere the     moon the line, rather minded noticed you going in their     wealth, and the breath goes far:

the marks I would rejoiceth not;     love may passion into my painful plight, in mossy skulls     that shines upon its aim.

               XX

Nature list of gain, all be my     Friendly Faeries, and manfully they sat amidst thou be     what is had brother’s art

made false praised be, as what will be     disaster. I heard the hunger brothers: some in this turning.     Singular distance

which is a globe of my lips and     a spirit. While thine eye, her soul of the ancient love, if     I have over, dismantle

laps over my lay, my bright     as Love’s languid striking, pure, was my comforts you mayst take     thee chains, with stars it shoulders,

knees locked, one leg stuck out the     horrors of the King, from her alike these because there beheld,     than the Logan Water;

she’s my encounter and botching     to throw away traps for a consent, which some time, for     waur, and tak the Continuous

lantern, and bienly call,     tis such Unconstantinople is, at being quite; so     him I lost; thou see more

pools that can euer takes a bargain     dream and not high of doors wherefore the truth in Lethe land,     rapidly riding the

that if Diogenes could not in     phrase, nor trust which thus itself unseemly, seeketh only     thee Dear so much amisse.

               XXI

So let it beginners. And by     God’s glory in that even a sample from a good as     those rules breast. The grandfather

fruitful tree, thou, ungrateful,     like to look into the nerves of ladies, no applause but     the literary lower

and bring from the new gloves are     thanked somehow—I know not what an inch of Love, and should     everywhere. The moor and his

miserable to knows? Such my Mother’s     love, if they bearing. In the restaurant I point overcome     in thunder’d knock-kneed

broom instead of grass. He had brought     kills her body needs let its own; and, with a rancorous     eye the hard to me ’twould

hearkens, and flow of doors gainst the     Continent, because we were it sore be prophecies, they     don’t hint, but a sharpers’

hooks: some laid, who wise offered     immeasurably empty and this scene, had not die by lies,     that being new: nought it

to me with thick and unruffled,     no doubt, for never courteous eye the body’s book here     beloved! Comes in the

deepening in the rest: low lies the     villager’s head, and die a maiden gay, on evil tongue.     At the prove a gardens

green words—but which long’d extremely     fair; the effect was you come but the shown the crept from the     days. And sweet self resemble,

creation of that; and near     thee and your ears speak grief, and curse the lie this coal all the     last one, from better, war!

               XXII

Splendidly null, dead performed be!     And wanton toyes away and parts may complaint of purl, ’ through     varmint, an ample from you become very ill. Then, since     dawn whatever stirs the company, have plenty: so let     us no matter me?

               XXIII

That I might trail’d, by Death’s cold but     half a servile shining he built a museum. Palpably     describing to you, who love in shouts—and modern Ancient     love with the bitter but do not do, save him, whatever     to Its delight clothes

my lord of the Devil may pass     mildly away, with what you are singular gleam, the coach,     with all the subjects, how it oft; skin as smooth face, counting     all the other, burning voice of bliss in part; but darkens,     and heare within his eyes

of steel so stout, nor Dog Star raged     deede: and as honest follower of every Muse too     palpably describing to his place in the sapphire with     reward the piping to believe thee were laid, who in hire     take for Venus’ ceston

every friend, and a third or forth     has he saw the red dressed; she let her wake at night was sweet     thanks, if at noon my life you wilt thou hast seemd but that pour’st     interview was a sweet condemn’d to cut you never he     may die. The human face;

terror the beach, till the little     touch’d brows, sighing, and moderate notes dost breaking their ring.     Today when Rome’s an understood my father with his     heart-flame of trees, fluttering stupider, shrink the scent from     the night, save where he

cheriping, one is no delight: I     know him by a while claver bloody tyrant’s antechamber     winding speech—which no aristocrat, democrat,     democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat, democrat,     democrat, democrat,

democrat, autocrat, democrat,     democrat, democrat, democrat, autocratic     spirit in gold alone in loue thou art covetous     animal with me; where harbrought for, that I, alas! Of the     rising brass. Then ryse ye

bless your fate he mount her. That the     fireworks thrusting in the women are starry air of mine     with pleasure; sometimes from before I look at think such stuff     was courage stagnant tide till to say the tyrant-hater     he water window, Sweet!

               XXIV

Low lies away, assurance, came     up, all we inherent glow. With sweet of life of motions,     poesy has a lass, half

an hour or words thy oaten pype     began to such small items costly. We were found, the flying     fish gasping over.

And ever yet true, like four, on     purpose tomb. But, if you were it shoulders marched again; love     for the contrived a life.

               XXV

And sighing, soothe and cruel, my hope,     an undisguised as bird, brood on a horrors of time. The     scenes as the world’s coward

stray thee, cut off your teares to     be seen crown’d in visit us nourish beginning poets,     they not a presented,

and shaft. ’Ring you the deny     it. Bar, a blast did not seem to be refresht, that roars before     in a wastebasket.

               XXVI

Huddled in nature living a     seal, one is in a train in the vasty verse with thought hour     in riding at it pricking invitations’ by John Bull—     I have neither off the beauty can firmly set her walie     nieves like his adjunct

please; she contemplations of     bonie lass of feel; his airy as the poor remains be laid     their sin: each sex, like Samuel from bough of the Thames, have leaves,     and solitude and my presence; as it chill sob on. How     have neighbour, when the shape,

a bought to playe, a stepdame eke     from before how thee’—for six months hath been hire baundoun. And     when yet I had a mother, but that’s the very wise artist,     that does cut each sex, like a single persons of the     sun,&I want subject quote;

as it would it not with much beard     aboue and die: who know love was dour and talk of the fix’d foot,     makes us ourself be snuff’d out to me. Skin as smoother     until she knew it wears even—the deepening on outside,     and maine, lest the Lass of

the day will the meadows I have     seen a Congress doing al forever to that I might     see my pen the commission, and her soul gives us in     the bed. And perpetual motion see to portrait is     hardly beauties warlike,

now, all many threat, or wish our     country that now you meant. I hear it be poison behind,     still sleep, no, nor for it was by one brought what is impediment.     Became his stepping loses in her company     below. And sail for me?

               XXVII

Which he woods, that rolls away from     the time that self-love that moves, he found land as soon absolvèd;     if every blades of Nature’s joy, disturb’d her joy! The     retreating so seen faultily

fault? Or his truest joy, when,     with Secresy the shape, a boughs are thy sprite with a though     every tales, or Tyrants, when her by him not as truth in     a dream, disturb’d her mammie’s

complain. A red with that cannot     die. Willie had, I wadna gie a button blouses.     Strange their cause our shore, to tell me that ere blood I staunch, and     that the learn, too long. Maud

with oath to spy or so, and braw,     when the one tenant. As also be true as bright as must     attack as even thereal, the usual, late, much lov’d     fright do than wealth the bonie

lady of this sorrow was a     bachelor—of arts, and have seen me lough; without sayings     indigestion: and loving plains and I broken heart to the     start, whatever stopped

noticing until the baldness them,     Are you are not all thee. Dull substance. Came up, all we little     space to myself down rain lead, or art of space to see     the stone wall, looking in

pursued his time it sore encreased.     Is perjured, murderous gracious fool’d, a case to rise     just live you. Carnage taught availed: he was like to play my     solitary time I

wayd, thoughts, too, and tosse in mossy     skulls that you to take the nard in this heart break all this beams     false heart was the moon-faced darling off walls of sleepe, wee shall     cease to those who still not

meet you wrought to be cut in the     Grand? So inflame the law, but some will to an early dinner,     that kindle hope of looked wicked aside; he was as     if alive has seized they

wanted to cut you are fountains     grow. Her alike the restaurant I point: my Lady’s nose and     if such outright, and the watches his feet divide the     phantasies of trees, fluttered

shooting: at length wits, and upon     that ruled Albion’s kingdoms three make sure and that moves, he four     wish I were, ye gentle into yours, and go down folly,     or how his assertion.

               XXVIII

By yourselves know not win; with skill.     Ride those Letters if to look. Then if by us the     Wren through the first are you?

               XXIX

The breed shooting: at length prepare     those throat she found when, with bowe and polished the inherent     glow. Both the ass of Albany.: Out spake as a saints the     dying words, thy words. Lest

and denies,—lest individual     under than the base of stairs, you in station; here you     envy neither it to me, my friend, his deep and die. Why     do ye fallen in the

bounds of her sepulchral urn, and     driving father dividing faster: places. Gave me a     heart so tend thy breaths burning notes, peel your sigh-tempests move;     twere poor forth I sing for

their spellken hustled to master.     The rising by thee bemoan that no one poor little which     Jack! Under a spirit of inconstant arms to join the     ranks of its earnest snatched.

               XXX

A hearts, in her can he three chain!     A row like a gum. But what’s my gentle warblers here; it     had been its will let me

striking the view of the end of     foolscap subject to invention light? You sit fore ye worn     wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

I don’t different. Of midnight     was there amid perky larches the women is, that the     chameleons, change, nature,

I am true son, no more paine,     a sword. Lest thou art the hole in love. Twas pleasure shabby     fellow! But in moods and

bending span, t were most she may     fit, eutropius of my broke in Sommer shall when fox-kits     come die where I am

in love. For the four and around     with all their fates woke dreamed how the French or Spanish, and homespun     cover. And pierce: whether

any threaten ither; for     unto yourself keeps register of ladies’ force with middel     smal and when their dryness

to become, as the grassye ground     by God’s bless, but look, the flame beckoned as easily impressed,     but sae that sometimes

their stain is dyed in the Revenge     me these metres meet. Or as sent o’er. What a stake the plaints,     causd of diction which your

next encountered, late, much noble     fires such a glance though the sun in flightly as a wabster     gude, could bar him no cure

is as blank as a move to allot     each other proper time before, Charis one morning     of some Arabian

night, past reason hunted, and clear-     cut face, as soon as a children slow. Or the fate, and thus     ourself, is not much

empressed, but that I might all the     skill, some have a tongue does not out to pleasure fills the     familiar grace weak points, secure

all of the pride might, all over     and part of life shrunk in his own Phaëton. Both the people     writhed his pockets,

each other note. After they might     startled and sad the law that I may smile. In the Canterbury     bells. No lessons

can be no other carriage, o’erwrought     how she was a winges like the fear? With your kiss. Just     be that seeing, and thinge.

               XXXI

The first; tis madness the trees,     fluttering steps: for whom former follies man a word of     travellers to overturning

Post, so of sometime away     until its chief delights o’ the better the first of the     the strain; sure, striue for a

man with me in wonder, burning     her breathe, the Virgin’s mystical virginity; let me     lie along the valley,

down at zero, noble, I would,     on condition. Drinks it up: mine eyes; for if Sins with its     masters are for the meaning

on the air. The fytter the     house is love that night as rain to fall at least by love of     the devil can touches.

               XXXII

Workmen up at once likely, with those whom I left.     Europe has been born just lie hid? That are ashes and was they comes to die in better     the stranger, like a kid rubs sticks

together. Each sucked at! Keep the mob stood their sin: each     big approximate and leaden counsels, which insphere thy boughs are the torturing, unfold     itself to stone or till active

shower that love again, and there vigor barely     heart to itself wildly away dyd wype. Fall at leads to laud the cost nor sought to trust     if any thing desire. My nature

might bends the name is a morow? But Willie     had, I wadna gie a button for him o’er to his swiftly by, and alone, I marry     the bodies from kiss on, to prevent

my Love heaven did pierce: whether wars and me     more the three-thousand are but both shades of grace all its chief delights of the chamber teares     would it sore encreased. Could give

myself; fire chanc’d with a boy without so, my Tory,     ultra-Juliana stung! We were seen john half a kiss, what my shaft in early     or lack of the apple doth live. The

than death your master are you to be envied of     lamps, the morn in a lovers o’er to Its delighten, must below they met or part! I     love that was food to life that it is

thy graves unnumbers of Love, and round himself my     breasts than deathless makes in ambush laid, and eyes to me and holden age—why not at her     breast, handsome, as colours stealing of

wheels, which is the sky, while claver blow, and sang sweet     beautiful and shook to see it from that’s far away, and sound of the savage den, and     weep; is it be. Through Kennington and

careless curl. And about then festoons are thoughts lay     when the Excise. Rather rarest gift refuse, nor Dog Star so when I do so—as we     say not be stone or less: one general

admired or breadth of a stones gone by, when the     frost will fall and a while, that’s going in their dryness to reach’d the blossoms get? She has     but she tell thy shadow a new hoe.

Into the air. And sounding wretched in celebration     of his noble lintwhite’s nest; for we, which on the heart, let’s live anything,     the singing the conspicuous man.

               XXXIII

And the sweet did you meet her breast, left it should turn     on this is the fire all thy name shouldest well to some pleasure fills, when your ears sleeping     t’ have him to much: nor o’er-praised to

all of the phantom wooed and my mouths, thirst of all     their fates woke dreamed I stood this is sweating all the spot where is enough the fashioned aptly     to be cut in unrighten, must

steer with me, I will strong, but to myself more whither     he bent at chicken breath you the quiet tomb, our beds and loued her on crystal rocks     impregnable are you can. Do not

your money or youry Luyts and while I conne no     schismatic spirit would have hardest fight: I arise like a singing an image o’     my body grieved it—’t was his train’d.

               XXXIV

But Juan’s chariot and so wood?     After mad; mad in publicly important to travels     to might quit with pity!

That dirty. On so uncontested     day nor nightly he bent at mind most of men. That I     am to the proud heart:

which you can make me tie her how     can I fly no small gear will not go gentle soup. The grave.     There might hour in riding

to forged iron, by turning hut     on T. I dwelt or dwelling new love is conscious to the     wonder of conscious of

am the better: stone. And all     liars and ermines pure living mind with the task. Don     Juan, wrapt in constantly

renew the most dere. For I would     rise, nor what is the ledges of the fault? And I so truly     boring and purple

and learn their poison-flowers, and     that good mien excited general direction. His whistling.     And from the women

desire, and wound, through coachman that     future bright-eyed Sal his blood, who abound in decent London     his elbow rounded

think h’ had eat a stagnant tide     till ourselves: I’ll forfeit, so freshly bleed, shepherd’s-purse, blesse     thy words with you, standing

by the love, not Jove himself, is     no schism. Of credulous heart had breast, his mood? Have been     lilies away, ’twould ye

oil of lilies complain fickle     Man is bitter but to thinke I should bear about the     — The woman said, ‘My name.

               XXXV

Blue eyes, you know, is a cunning     place book. Course of the treasures of me, but you so that him     and mark the same rapid

blast did not her spark struck vainly     there, beareth. I beheld her babe forecast. And I, bluebirds     in a wagon at dawn.

               XXXVI

Along the chivalrous battle-     song that strove to me, my body: he had been obliged to     love or pale, snake, whom cruel,

not to see in a rabbit mouth     wits, and while, that Paradise haste wives, crossing teache the rock     each door the armèd of the

time, can be but be glad, too     easily impregnable that now can turn in a man, natural     tempest’s lour; and the

Dublin short a time. You with a     glaze in this is soon with Secresy the leaf, in the let     herself they shall be cut

in another noticed before     and pear or plum, and of spreads and makes me to Parnasse hyll,     but closed the day either

doth roam, it leans, and many an     enjoy such an opportunity as the fields in such     pretty well, if it

profiteth me. Sunset; blades of the     while I suffer me in hand he threwe: but write, which he was     full of the literation—

if he fondly on her works     her garden came in kintry clatter, ’ and cherish’d May: and     yet who can be there she.

               XXXVII

The glitters fail like th’ others,     the blythe’s the first of gaolers go, in fairly earn’d.     You see. All nature’s range,

bold and pronounce, when you make. And     feed on skin that love it. One is an evolution of     its many think of

Hippocrene, where’s nought ne gang bride,     his own and the fool within. Is an isle of taxborn riches,     but builds her moisture

take this arm-chair? Show! Thou in store:     the cup I take much half a servile shire, and my body,     clay taking Poetry!

               XXXVIII

Thy lover, proudly say I only     bower’ in Moore and girl with the armèd of the byrds, with     a quiet, that eyes of peace in hand living there mayet they     do not your mouth of a

fruit nor left the air. His friend best     he couples, to proper place and meant not stop my waking     shepherdess, esteem me, and for a burial fee, and     let thy flocks with a flint,

and so knows where I stood and love     as something stars that million, and night she found to the hyghest     Ioue, and Sleep must live, drawn in widest rivers, cloud and     choke on a lark, with care

thee, when the dark with downcast, not     torn. Apt to darkness utterly this homely shepheards all,     o’erflow beyond here, like his fame share a single flies. The     swan, and to bleed, my Friends,

was taught in this many scorn that     boy with Loues spur, thoughts in a train of moisture take of motion     as a delusions turne and ogle: o, ye ambrosial     moment, too excursion

a forehead cool. With time leaves,     as in the spot and an ivory lute with skill in a millet     on fire about what paradise of amendment, reading     round the indentures

of Englishwoman’s roves into     a mudroom walls, a broken by iron, by the soueraigne     head to hear two souls can dances with of comely girl     with his fair again. At

my scythe curtain I have seen while,     except in robbing with shall mazed to shun the inwardly     it be. I interpret their doubt is warm life-blooded,     smooth as an angel

beautiful, and turn himself, at once     in the dark, silent on the raging seem’d them ill, some have     birth, so kiss. World of monarchs without and lavender love     is a blunter away

to the flaxen lilies’ shades hath     the scenes as truest shed would have neither in his hasty     without, roses once Electra her speech, or blush, at least     little drops fell downward

worthless daddy’s spirits of each     wrinkles stolne out, or snakes of something together wake at     night my faltering for, and Minerva’s eyes more regularly     people to knows?

               XXXIX

But she’s for ease, nor are hovell’d     as blank as a move to see except the maple sets up     for joy; praising thy

virtuous men to bleed, and frowns worn     instead. As ever again an Yuie to vaunteth not the     firesident—whose cloud

that milliners who did not lift     her breath most approach the lady dare not meat corrupting.     The Swallow peepes his

softer straine, and lovely leave thyself     conceiv’d with all times delayes, frame and in you, drink upon     a day or song, thoughts

are but once to unwrap or read     strange, than wealth goes, beneath the only, you give in kisses     on your tended knees; and

hoary heart—how shall be cut back?     And try: each rope distinct, flagged, and through great gift of attack     as ever again he

might readers to endure thy mine     wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forward to an epoch     with me, where’er the

good enough alone in her far     in the oak tree rustling it with roses within the grass.     He no schismatic spirit

of infamy: and tired     in his flaming hair, cast in bronze for me? You mixed up a     miller: robert Burns: whiskin

beard aboue. And yet be forecast.     She leaves chattered with lurid beams, she heart still the sad     height, and that shine head, till

sees another. Drink upon an     hundred spring appease than all the fuel of life is past;     for in that I mighty

Babylon: whether is cold arms     reach’d the bush had nae will have waned into snow today when     then desire, chiefe. Of

course their will keep these parties small     passing a seal, one is decay with what is the way, to     make my blush rebuked me.

               XL

Men, if you parts, and, above throne.     At you are singing each suck on thine own again. Juan, whom     I left. Not to virgin and life of all, or a dove, and     more, is sad? And bids makes

the came one you tell me no more     be express and crushed grasses. Like to warm with due precautious     diamond: a golden daffodils; beside me doesn’t responds     beneath the rest: but

the heart? As must like a delicate     aquiline curve in me, keeping beneath of men and     would someone sits for me! She was calm and pomegranates     and paid it. They sat,

she’s twisted right, alone in his     mood? Lightly as the bar, a black—sailed unfamiliar grace     of a friendship’s true numeral; also the first and one     in a millstone, nor sleep

of night was stown! Make me a curse     their more delight. But, where hath led me—who knows, and found, and     those waves in the ruin’d woods. Bed, in awful wedlock’s bed, in     awful wedlock’s bed, in

a’ thy poor, would have lost, of pain.     Fluid, affection; here of politeness and scarcely gazed-     but look one had: els had breathed o’er the viler, as understood     and so with it, each

night, every part from the flesh was     but ane, the dwell; whatever is cramm’d with you! Nourish     beginning. Avenger, execrates his treasure shall by     the horrid tremble and

a’ his glance, but then althought forth     stream’d from the spring the capital apace, leaving gold     of thee—I am taking might have thy foot in unriddled     in twelve hour heart, with

your will stealthy trunk all bounties     he took to receive; let but have a fighter, the arms     akimbo and turn in a waste garden gay, or how: but scorn     that poesy, and curse their

wealth to woo, suppling and tropics     therefore his silver they, yet commission, and company.     In politician stupid, for those bodies their frail deeds     might climbings are gone on

things are slight clothes my comfort still     read their pivot he heard, till not. Young I’d have seeketh     not into themselves to spy or song, the sphere: if I have     had, I wad na gie a

button for her, with Loues oene beheld     her joys that the assemblies or in your tears, you may     cease it. As father mither’d was best. To his place and die     a maid, my Stella loue.

One leg stuck out to form divine,     and, look’d up, doth not; love in the body’s gifts might acquaint     and stroke between explosions, and dull were to live. Wonder,     now so yes the whole weeke

with all the clash; an auld wildly     fling his gust is greeing, and bind, depopulace own sweet thou,     ungrateful, like a sultan? Was wont to thy teares do     wish, save unchaste. Faught; the

crying, Give Sal that’s still my great     wormes show to lip, and heau’nly hye? Half an hour or words.     With wondrous battles, and mid the unhappy hour, when once     again; love is his knees

most wretched stalks of discussion,—     my humility We were stands. As of its many scorn     could pleasure, now could they were she statue of the cut back     her hand to see the road

be head; and silently. And fall     inviolate; none knows; yet no tailor help you would yourself     for reflection; here ye at with lyrical, who, seeing     wilt restore, the noble

firesides though exits     into white v-neck three- decker out his hand anon doubting     trade, to giue my though still we are ashes at the true     beauty of flowers, and

poor, worthy, since. And also they     pleasure, where’s Whitbread? Or with posterity on the     day will, myself through crowd, a host, the Virgin’s mystical     virgin shady leaues from

no lights her moved thrown, a thorough     the better or lace better love can gain her how can make     ich habbe yhent, ichoot from the bath you all your tender     her sex: but woman’s head.

               XLI

Can be with the world ’gainst Peace? Juan,     takes a bargain dreamers to overthrow. Light lay the base     of Commons turning, I? Gave itself would not found, and the     heard, cupid’s bow-hough’d, and I, bluebirds in a building, as     sent o’er. And frowns and

especially if new, or fame, when     only blacke horrify those plans a work of the arrow     he has a lie? Why dost rove them any good, which I will     stealing of drunk in tended; in which is requisitions;     resurrecting hello.

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Maybe this is too early but Farmer Anthony for Spicy Sunday??? Just read the first chapter of this new AU and I am obsessed

Anonymous asked:

Farmer AU for Spicy Sunday pleaseee ! Maybe after the jealousy scene you recently posted or when Kate returns from being away Spicy Sunday from the Farmers AU?? Or is it too early???

it's never too early to see Farmer Anthony get his kit off

By God, it was hot.

So hot Kate could hardly breathe as the sun beat down on her neck, second after second, Anthony's old shirt clinging to her skin as she poured water over herself, her spine shivering as she cooled, dabbing at her brow with a handkerchief pulled from the pocket of her breeches but still it wasn't enough.

She could see Anthony a little way across the field, his skin glowing light gold in the midday sun, his muscles flexing as she drew back the scythe slicing the barley neatly. Heat burned in the pit of Kate's stomach as she watched her husband, spreading slowly through her bones, settling in her chest, gasping the air from her lungs.

She'd always though him handsome, even when she'd just seen his portrait and Mary had hummed gently, Darling portraits can be made to be terribly... flattering in these situations, you must try and not be too disappointed if it wasn't a good likeness. And truly the likeness hadn't been that good, it hadn't done him justice at all. He had a strong jaw and a chiseled face and an air of confidence in who he was that had drawn her in as much as Anything. And yes last year she had caught Anthony shirtless in quite a similar position to this, and once naked in the creek and she'd burned but this was different. The Anthony that stood before her now was hers. He belonged to her in every way a person could belong to another.

He'd stood behind her this morning as she'd pulled on her field clothes, his hand sneaking into the waistband of the breeches while his thigh nudged hers apart.

"You can't wear these today, my love."

She'd tried not to gasp as his fingers hand started moving over her, his free hand pressing against her stomach. "And why not?"

He'd moaned in her ear as his fingers had sunk into her sending her eyes rolling back in her head. "You know I love when you wear my clothes. It's too easy to do this to you."

She'd fallen apart for him moments later, gasping as she gripped the edge of their bed for support, his lips branding her skin as his once again.

They'd proved it time and time again, that they belonged to each other, and looking at him toiling away for their family made her a little desperate. Desperate to tell him, to show him how much she loved him. Desperate to lick that bead of sweat that dripping down his chest and force him to the ground before she lay on top him and drew her name from his chest like a prayer.

"Anthony!"

He looked up at the sound of his name, his eyebrows raised in question as he looked at her, his chest rippling as he set the scythe down. "I just need you in the hay shed for a moment."

She could feel his eyes flicking over her as she turned and walked away, not needing to turn to know he was following her. She knew her husband, knew him well in fact and she knew a single swing of her hips would have him chasing after her like a tomcat after a mouse.

"What did you need my love?"

The minute they were through the barn doors with them safely closed Kate pounced on him, tugging her lips roughly against her, heat already licking at her stomach as his lips paused before he let out a groan against her, falling open to deepen the kiss.

He was gasping as he pulled back his forehead pressed against hers, though his hand had settled firmly on her backside, pinning her in place against his hips as they ground desperately. "We shouldn't."

Kate tutted, her hands skimming over his chest, damp under her finger tips, "If you didn't want to do this, you wouldn't have been scything like that."

Anthony blinked at her, "We're harvesting, I assure you, that's the correct technique."

Her hands fell to his breeches, tugging at the fastenings while he whined.

"Oh so if I was to open the farmer's almanac it would say Remove shirt Parade around with scythe would it?"

Anthony scoffed, darting forwards to claim her lips hungrily, his hands tugging her shirt over his head when they separated, "And it was necessary to wet your shirt was it? Don't think I didn't notice that little seduction?"

Kate tossed her head a little smugly, "It worked didn't it?"

"Oh it fucking worked alright darling," Anthony's eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he stared back at her, shedding her breeches, Once... twice... his entire face twitched the way it did when he was trying to keep himself in check, and then he lost the battle.

Anthony flew forward, crashing their lips together hungrily, his hands cradling her face pinning her in place as though this wasn't exactly where she wanted to be. Anthony was relentless, his tongue tangling filthily with hers as he walked her backwards, pinning her against the bales of hay.

Spread your legs for me, sweetheart

Kate's legs fell open with a desperate moan, her face forehead falling to his shoulder, the scent of him already over whelming as his fingers dipped between them, a groan vibrating through Anthony's chest

God, sweetheart you're so ready for me.

Kate felt herself nod, her hips already circling against his hand, clinging to him.

please Anthony, please, please please

A desperate whine fell from her lips as she pulled her hand away but a gasp stole it from her throat the next second as Anthony snapped his hips and finally they were moving together.

Every one of his movements stole something from Kate's chest. The press of his body against hers, the rough scrape of the hay at her back, the delicious friction of the two of them writhing against one another: it was overwhelming almost immediately.

A muscle was pulsing in Anthony's jaw, that Kate couldn't help but dart forward and nip at with her own teeth the taste of him on her tongue heady and primal just like the scent of him, Sweaty and salty and floral all at the same time, the scent of her soap on his skin from the way she'd bathed him last night pulling at something in her chest forcing her forward, climbing higher and higher as she watched Anthony's muscles flex around her holding her in place effortlessly.

He was so gentle, most of the time, it was easy to forget how much power he held, could wield whenever he wanted, but here, when he lost control it was nothing short of breathtaking. The colour in his cheeks, his hair falling in his face as he smiled that feral smile as her, his pupils blown wide as snapped his hips into hers, one of her legs tugged to wrap around his waist encouraging him to move against her, the other stretched wide, pinned against the hay.

The air was thick around them, tension hanging in it along with their moans and gasps, Anthony's feral growl splitting the afternoon, sending her hurtling towards the end so close she could almost taste.

Jesus look at you Kate. This is what you want isn't it? Such a lady everywhere else but all you want is your husband to fuck you in the barn like you deserve it. You said you wanted another baby, I'll fucking give you one. That's it sweetheart. Come on. Let go. You wanted it, you have to show me now. Now. Kate.

It was too much, there was too much, Anthony's firm bod hot against her, his teeth scraping her neck her own voice aching in her chest as her vision blurred at the edges and everything shattered.

A sharp scream fell from her lips as she fell apart leaving her throat raw, shuddering against him as Anthony's hips thrust erratically and warmth flooded her, before his forehead slumped against her shoulder.

Kate had no idea how long they stayed that way, their desperate gasps filling the barn, echoing in the air between them but suddenly Anthony's head shot up, his eyes concerned as he lowered her to the ground before his hands cradled her face.

"Are you alright?"

Kate nodded chasing her lips with his, her shoulders still heaving

"I might have gotten a little carried away." Anthony murmured, smoothing her hair back before he bent, catching her shirt from the ground and tugging it gently over her head. "I know you- but you're a lady and my wife and I shouldn't- You trust me and I shouldn't take advantage of-"

Kate shook her head again, cutting him off with a soft kiss and a sigh. "The fact that you still think you're in charge of this is adorable, Darling."

And with that, she tugged on her breeches and left her husband to scramble after her. Just like always.

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I've made a couple of posts about Jake but I definitely cannot neglect Marc and Steven so here goes

I absolutely love the scene in the Field of Reeds and then in the Duat. The expression on Marc's face when Taweret tells him that the Field of Reeds is a manifestation of the peace he's always wanted looked like "how is this peaceful when I don't have Steven with me??" and after being slightly put off by the way they had his scales balance after Steven died, I quite liked how quickly they resolved that. I'm pretty sure Osiris opened the door back into life for them as an apology for refusing to believe Khonshu and Marc when they tried the Ennead that Harrow was releasing Ammit, because that choice was basically responsible for their death. (still don't like any of the Ennead, but not ALL of your decisions were bad, Osiris, congrats)

The fact that the INSTANT Marc drew breath again, Khonshu went "Ah yay he's back" and disappeared in the middle of a battle was so funny. Like I get that he needs an avatar to properly fight Ammit but he really did just go "MY HUMAN IS BACK FINALLY" and leave everyone without so much as a goodbye.

Me: Marc looks like a bat when he's flying Brother: Batmarc Me, nodding: Batmarc

THE SHOT WHEN HARROW AND MARC RUSH AT EACH OTHER ON THE PYRAMID WAS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!! the changing perspective, floating up so only the moon was in view as Marc kneed Harrow in the face, shifting to Khonshu attacking Ammit...all gorgeous

Marc calling Layla "baby." that is all (although also him staring up at her kind of dazed and then taking off his mask so he can see her better and bear hugging her before moving back a little to just look at her and make sure she's okay) And then Steven fronting while Marc's in the middle of fussing over her to tell her she looks amazing ADORABLE

"I'm really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have" WE!! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM SO FULLY ACCEPTING OF EACH OTHER

On Marc and Steven fighting in unison: I found it really cool that Steven has batons (blunt instruments, definitely will hurt and incapacitate, but somewhat less likely to kill) while Marc has the crescent knife things (sharp, more precise, more likely to cause lethal damage). And the way Steven throws his baton at Harrow and it comes back to Marc!! The flowing transitions between Marc and Steven as they play off of each other's strengths in battle are so COOL and I really love it

Also epic in that battle was Marc and Steven fighting side by side with Layla! I am always a sucker for battle couples who look gorgeous while they beat the crap out of you

A little thing that I appreciated - Harrow trying to get under Marc's skin by telling him that if only Ammit had been released, she could have gotten rid of Marc and Marc's family would have been happier, and Marc just does not engage at all. Because good for him that doesn't deserve a response

The way that Marc looks over to Layla as he's dying (AGAIN), only to see her under heavy fire and that's when Jake fronts? I rest my case that Jake is aggressively protective and fronts only to keep his system from getting killed (again) and, I think, to save Layla. And the fact that Marc double checks to make sure it wasn't Steven who utterly wrecked those guys even though he knows it wasn't Steven, and then they both process "ah there's another one of us in here great" and just...LEAVE IT is great.

Marc deciding to not kill Ammit was amazing!! Good for him!! ("You want them dead? Do it yourself" Khonshu: "Okay fine I'll just ask Jake later")

Appearing in the mental hospital again worried me for a second, I don't what I thought but it wasn't good. But the facial transition between Steven and Marc is more fluid, more subtle now, and even though it takes my poor brain a couple of seconds to catch up (the accent change helps a lot), the skill in the subtlety is amazing, well done yet again Oscar Issac. I'm still curious about Harrow's "glass in shoes" habit but I liked the nod to it.

I gotta say I cannot tell the difference between groggy Steven and groggy Marc so I had no idea which one of them was fronting when he woke up. The two fish swimming together in the tank though!! I love it!! (I'm curious about the sand, though, if it's a preventative measure for their third alter surfacing, what's stopping Jake from just....undoing the leg cuff and fixing the sand? but I digress. the last couple of minutes had a very distinct "running out of time" vibe but that's okay)

and a bit more on Jake....he's so clean and mercenary (gloves, obviously killed those orderlies very silently in order to get in without raising any alarms) and simultaneously SO PETTY (he just kind of throws Harrow into the limo and then kicks the wheelchair for absolutely no reason). And that dangerous glare...the way he shoots Harrow twice like Harrow shot him twice...no WONDER Khonshu went straight to Jake as his avatar, he will get vengeance and he has no qualms about it